The Ruthless Redhead's Revenge

by Morrel, Amy

  All the while he continued to thrust in and out of her and to stroke her clitoris with one hand. The hand was trapped beneath his body and slightly uncomfortable but he didn't care since he could still control the fingers that were giving Roberta pleasure. He pushed himself back up off of her after a while. Roberta was moaning, her eyes fluttering, and a tiny string of drool trailed from the corner of her plumped lips.

  Ethan removed his hand from her clitoris and moved it to her breasts. He increased the speed of his thrusts again now, the power of them increasing in proportion to the speed. His hand cupped her breast. It was a tiny bit too small to fill his entire hand, but it was firm, and the surface of her skin was soft to his touch. He caressed the breast he held, stroking it repeatedly with his fingers. Soon he could feel the need to cum rising within himself. Despite his recent orgasm his cock was ready to cum once again.

  He settled back onto his knees, trying to find a position that would allow him more time before he came. It was to no avail, he found that now her breasts were in perfect position to allow him to take one in each hand. This time his grasp was not as gentle and as he squeezed her breasts he could see the marks left by his fingers. He moved to her nipples and his attentions there were as rough as they had been on her breasts. He pinched and squeezed them. He stretched them straight up, seeing how far they would go before she cried out. All the while she was putty under his hands. The rougher he got with her, the more she writhed and squirmed, the louder she got, and the closer he came to cumming once more.

  Soon, the urge to cum was the only thought left in his mind. He leaned over her once again and began to thrust as hard as he could and as deep as he could, over and over. She responded with a near deafening scream of pleasure. He pounded her with all the force at his command and in a short time he knew that he was about to cum. He drove his cock as far into her as he could manage, spurting his cum as deeply into her pussy as he was able. Finally, spent and exhausted, he withdrew his cock from her and rolled to the side, collapsing on the bed beside her.

  It was several minutes before either spoke. When the silence was broken it was Roberta speaking:

  “Ethan you bastard, I hate having to change my opinion. It seems that you've forced me to do so in this case.”

  Still reveling in the afterglow, Ethan replied:

  “Then I assume that you enjoyed yourself?”

  “After the first part at least, but I had been warned it would be painful. Thank you for pausing immediately after that part.”

  “I did tell you that I wanted to bring you pleasure, didn't I?”

  “You managed it skillfully enough, thank you. Thank you also for making me ineligible for 'honorable matrimony' to any of the qualified suitors my father had been encouraging.”

  “Not only did I accomplish both those worthy tasks but I have also determined that no, you are not concealing a weapon anywhere else on your person.”

  The bald statement, delivered in the tone of a boy who has captured a frog and is happily showing it off to his playmates, drew a laugh from Roberta.

  “No indeed I am not. Except for my brain and perhaps my body itself, if I can learn to use it correctly.”

  “Yes, but I had already determined that your brain was a weapon so it was not concealed. Your body is most certainly not concealed.”

  His hand reached over with the last statement. He drew a finger down the side of her breast and, when she didn't complain, he continued his reach until he was playing with her nipple again.

  Roberta arched her back and felt like purring. Were she a cat, the entire room would be echoing with the rumbles of it. Ethan continued to toy with her nipple and she made no move to stop him. She had enjoyed his attentions far more than she thought would be possible for a woman to enjoy sex and was now loathe to give up the feelings she had discovered. His current actions only brought a small amount of pleasure compared to how she had felt earlier, but in that small amount of pleasure was the promise of the greater pleasures she had just recently experienced.

  “So now you need not fear being married off, but there is one more virginity that I can assist you in losing, aside from the two I've already relieved you of.”

  “The two you've already relieved me of?”

  “I'm guessing that you had never had a man's cock in your mouth before. I know for certain that you had never had one in your pussy before.”

  Ethan gestured to the small blood spot on the blanket and the small amount of blood still oozing from her pussy.

  “That tells me that you were a virgin in your pussy. Am I correct about your mouth?”

  “I'd never even seen a man's cock before today.”

  “As I thought, and so perhaps that could count as another virginity I've taken from you. I was guessing that you would want to lose them all so that there is no manner in which you could be declared a virgin though. It is a technicality that an unscrupulous man might try to take advantage of by avoiding precision in statements. I will warn you though, this one would probably seem more like rape to you than the last.”

  “And this virginity is what?”

  “Surely if you'd never seen a man's cock, nor sucked on one, nor been fucked by one in your pussy, then you'll have never been fucked by a cock in your ass either.”

  “Isn't that what those boy lovers do?”

  “Yes, but a man and a woman can do it as well. Some women love it, some hate it, and some claim to not care either way. But, I thought that I should at least offer to make you completely non-virgin in a sexual manner.”

  “I'll think about it. You're right that my father would certainly try to use that to his advantage should he get his hands on me again. And should he discover that I was a virgin in such manner still.”

  “You have a while to consider it. I wouldn't even be able to physically perform that duty for probably an hour or more due to our recent activities. In the meanwhile, I should go and check on your escort, see if she is capable of coherent speech, and see if she is willing to divulge the information we need.”

  As Ethan rose to dress and leave the cabin, she saw the trails of red on his back.

  “Ethan, what happened to you?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Those trails of red on your back, were you whipped?”

  “No Roberta, those are from your fingernails. Only appropriate I suppose. I drew blood from you,” he gestured to her virginal blood on the blanket, “and you drew blood from me in return.”

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  Chapter 7 – Planning Ahead

  Ethan left the cabin, closing the door behind him. He had first warned her to not allow anyone but himself in, telling her to bar the door behind him. As she slid the bar into position she could hear him speaking to the two pirates that had been in the hall outside the cabin since she had entered it much earlier. He was telling them that he'd be standing for captain and that he'd have to have a pick for quartermaster to replace himself. She was amazed at the abrupt alteration in his speech patterns. When he spoke to her, he had an educated diction, grammar, and vocabulary. When he spoke with the other pirates he dropped into their patois immediately.

  It was a half hour later that he returned. He knocked on the door and called out to her. When she unbarred the door to allow him entry, he had Annabelle with her. Annabelle's clothes were ripped in places but she seemed unharmed in the main. Roberta had draped her torn dress back over herself, securing it with the belt from her dagger.

  Ethan settled Annabelle down in a chair, sat on the bed possessively close to Roberta and began to speak:

  “So Annabelle, Roberta tells me that you know the location where she was supposed to be delivered to, is that so?”

  “Yes.”

  “You'll tell us that won't you? It is why you were taken back from the crew before they got any further than pawing you.”

  “Only if you promise to let me go and not give me back to the crew. You let me go when we get to the location and I'll tell it to you.�
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  “You aren't in the best position for bargaining, but Roberta seems to have a bit of a soft spot for you and asked that you be kept from the crew. The old captain complied shortly before she slit his throat.”

  Ethan's hand slid possessively to Roberta's thigh, sliding down through the slit left in the center of her dress when he had sliced it open. Roberta made it easier for him by spreading her legs, flashing both inner thighs in the process.

  Annabelle's face looked frozen in shock. It wasn't obvious if it was caused by the casual reference to Roberta slitting the old captain's throat, Ethan's possessive movement, or Roberta's reaction to his movement. In any case she simply sat there blinking for several moments.

  “So was that a yes? I'll not be given to the crew?”

  “If our plan works, you won't be given to the crew. They'll have enough money to buy finer wenches than you, as many as they may want.” replied Ethan.

  “What are you planning Roberta?” Annabelle's voice was starting to edge into hysterical territory again.

  “Well now, Master Gutren was paying for my maidenhead essentially, wasn't he? I've given it to Ethan here, so now Master Gutren can deal with him for it instead of me. I'll be very interested to see how that works out, won't you? Now tell us where the meeting with him or his men is to take place and any conditions attached to it.”

  Annabelle's gasp and blanched face showed her opinion of Roberta's plans. After several moments she began to speak again:

  “Yes, I'll tell you.”

  “Good. If you lie to us I'll make sure Ethan gives you to the crew with explicit instructions to keep you tied up in an area where any of them can make whatever use of you they might desire, whenever they might desire. Keep that in mind when you relay the information to us, won't you?”

  “Roberta! I thought we were getting along well.”

  “Annabelle!” Roberta said mockingly, “I thought you were an evil old spinster with a tongue that could flay the skin from a person at arm's length. I dislike being played for a fool, and I am the first to admit that I cling to my grudges until I've repaid them to my own satisfaction. Deal with me fairly and I'm rather sweet, or so I've been told, but if you cross me, you're better off begging the devil for mercy than doing so of me.

  I find your sobbing, hysterical carcass to be of little or no use. I do, however, have use for your knowledge. I did think that you would more easily reveal your information if you hadn't been raped, though. I thought that if the crew had raped you repeatedly, you wouldn't be able to form a single word to speak through your hysterics. So when Ethan says I have a soft spot for you, he is incorrect. I simply desire to find out what you know about the arranged meeting. If you are fair and speak true, we'll simply drop you off there. If you lie then you'll be given to the crew, assuming you survive the experience.”

  Annabelle caught a look of admiration on Ethan's face as he glanced at Roberta. She wasn't sure which one she currently feared more. She had utterly misjudged Roberta as the proverbial lamb, when it was turning out that she was actually the wolf in sheep's clothing, who had simply not started devouring the flock yet.

  Annabelle immediately started telling them everything she knew about the meeting. It didn't take long to reveal the information and once she was done, Ethan escorted her from the cabin again.

  When Ethan returned Roberta looked at him for a moment:

  “Do you think I overdid that a bit? I don't really hate her and would prefer she not be raped, but I thought that perhaps my turning on her would unsettle her somewhat.”

  “No, and you were quite convincing. I was wondering if I had utterly mistaken you when I judged you earlier.”

  “Yes and no, probably. There are some people I would treat that way, evidenced by my request for you to remove Master Gutren. I am still vexed by Annabelle for the way she fooled me with her initial attitude though. So it was easy to pretend as I did. I do hold grudges, and terrifying her in that manner allowed me to pay her back something of what I owed her. My father and elder half-brothers have the distinction of being the only other ones in the same category as the man who would have bought me.”

  “Then I did not misjudge you. I thought you a woman with strong passions, in both directions. I know for sure that your physical passions are strong. Holding grudges fits with strong passions, and revenge against those who have wronged you the most fits with it as well.”

  “I must change the subject I fear. When your men looted the other ship, did they loot our cabin as well? While I am sure that you find my current clothing most fetching, I don't believe it is something I should continue to wear, either here on the ship in case the crew see more of me than I'd like, or to the meeting, which I will need to be present for.”

  She demonstrated her concern by turning quickly, only to have the front of the dress slide and reveal half her body.

  “I can go and check on that, although I do have an idea.”

  “Please check, and then you can tell me your idea, whether we need it or not.”

  Once more Ethan left the cabin and Roberta barred the door again. She sat, staring out the porthole, allowing her thoughts to settle. This hadn't truly been something she had planned for, although it seemed to be working well. She allowed her thoughts to settle out until Ethan knocked on the door again. She rose and let him in, he was carrying the small bag that she had brought to contain her mother's things.

  “This is the only bag they took from in there. They took this one because it had several items of gold in it. The clothing they left behind, it being bulky, and since it would not fetch a decent price.”

  “Well, clothing can be replaced but if you would return that bag to me then I would be most grateful. It contains those things my mother left to me on her death.”

  “Certainly, here you are.”

  He handed the bag to her.

  “Now, we will need my idea, although it won't get us through the meeting. We'll need to arrange to get you a dress before then.”

  “If I only need a dress for at the meeting then you can simply get me a needle. I'm sure you have needles on the ship, for repairing the sail if nothing else. If you can get me the smallest needle you have, then I can certainly make this dress presentable for the meeting in the two days it should take us to get there. Now what was your idea?”

  “Would you like to have the freedom of the ship? I think that we can dress you in a linen shirt, jerkin, breeches, and stockings. We'll bind your breasts down. While I find them to be quite enough for my enjoyment, they are small enough that they could be bound without much discomfort on your part. After the meeting you can don those and come back, pretending to be a man, and I can introduce you as Red-Faced Robert. For you will surely be red-faced if you spend any time in the sun. We'll let it be said that, like the former captain, I am a lover of men. Then you can share this cabin with me, have the run of the ship, and not have to worry about dresses. What do you think?”

  “My voice will give me away, it is too high for a man.”

  “Not if we suggest that you were castrated. Your voice is lower than many eunuchs that were castrated at a young age. It might seem demeaning ,but you will still get more respect that way than if you are revealed as a female. You are quite skilled enough with sword and dagger to defend against any who challenge you, and they would not believe that a woman would have such skills either. If necessary you can earn their respect with a demonstration of your skills. I am also fairly sure that no man of the crew would ask any questions about the castration itself, I'm sure they'd prefer not to think about it at all.”

  “Do you think that it would truly work?”

  “It would fool most of the crew, and those who are intelligent enough to see through it would not say anything about the ruse. Not if they know what's good for them.”

  “I'd be willing to try it if you're sure that it would work. I like the idea of living as a pirate. Especially if the sharing the cabin with you comes with more of what we did ear
lier.”

  “Consider it done them, I'll track you down some clothing and you can practice in the cabin. You can still be somewhat effeminate posing as a eunuch. None of these men would have had enough experience with them to know what to expect and what not to expect.”

  Ethan paused and moved closer to Roberta:

  “We have nearly two days before the meeting. Have you given any thought to my earlier request? I find myself capable to follow through on my earlier offer ”

  “Would you accept a condition?”

  “What condition do you require?”

  “If I let you do it, will you promise to do what you did to me earlier again? Several more times at least?”

  “Done!” Ethan said, his hands already opening the buckle on her belt.

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  Chapter 8 – Willingly Given

  Roberta's dress swung wide open as Ethan released the belt. Ethan drank in the form of her body with his eyes. He knew that most of the crew liked their wenches as buxom as they could find them but he preferred a woman with smaller, tighter breasts. He'd found them to be much more responsive to his attentions. He knew it was a fault in himself, but having a woman react positively to him excited him far more than anything else he'd ever tried.

  Roberta watched Ethan's face as he simply stared at her body once it was exposed. She could see emotions playing across it but she didn't know him well enough to tell what they were. He reached out to her slowly, sliding the remains of the dress carefully back off of her shoulders and arms. Once more she stood entirely nude in front of him. He simply stood and devoured her with his eyes.

  Roberta didn't quite know what to do. She tried to catch his eyes with her own but he was intent upon her entire body and was not be distracted by a single portion. Her eyes flickered here and there but finally she noticed the bulge in his breeches. Having decided on her course of action, she nodded and dropped to her knees. Her hands fumbled as they released his breeches and slowly slid them down. Now his gaze was focused down on her head and when she glanced up their eyes locked. Her hands continued with their task as their locked gaze spoke volumes to one another. She now knew that it wasn't necessary for her to do what she was doing and yet he had enjoyed it earlier, so she continued. He knew that she had realized that and was continuing on anyhow.