by Morrel, Amy
As she took his cock into her mouth, he threw his head back with sheer joy. Not simply from the physical pleasure of her lips wrapping around, and stroking, his cock, but also from the knowledge that she was doing it entirely willingly.
She focused on his cock, trying to give him as much pleasure as possible. She was sure that no matter how much pleasure she could give him this way it would not be equal to what she had received from him earlier, but she was determined to try her best. She felt that the more pleasure she could give him in any fashion, the more likely he was to bring her to the heights of passion that she had experienced for the first time earlier in the day.
This time she sucked and licked him for what seemed an eternity. He grew larger than he had been when she'd started but no liquid flowed into her mouth. When her neck grew tired she drew her mouth off of his cock and looked up at him.
He was staring down at her, hunger dominating his face. It was a hunger that could only be satiated by devouring her sexually, by taking her however he could and sating himself with her. Somehow she knew that from looking at his face.
“Up, Roberta. That wasn't necessary, but I certainly wasn't about to stop you. You have a delightful mouth.”
She stood as he had ordered. He gripped her arm gently and drew her around to the side of the bed. Then he bent her over the bed, with her back resting on it. He pushed her legs to either side and after touching her finger to her pussy, and finding his finger wet when he drew it back, he simply drove into her with no other preparation.
She was sopping wet and his cock slid in deeply with a single thrust. It took him less than a minute to penetrate her the rest of the way so that his cock was as deep in her pussy as was possible. Then he started to pick up his speed and his force. When he got to a point where the smack of flesh on flesh echoed through the cabin at the end of each thrust, she found the pleasure she had been craving, even without his hands on the other parts of her that he had used last time.
Ethan noticed Roberta beginning to orgasm and reached up to her breasts while keeping up the furious pace of thrusts that he had established. When his hands reached her nipples and his fingers squeezed them tightly, she screamed her pleasure in a piercing voice. He continued to maul her nipples and pound her until she appeared to have dropped out of the grip of her orgasm. Once she had relaxed some he spoke to her:
“Now, I'll remove your last virginity. I'm guessing your body is much more relaxed after that so it will be easier and less painful for you.”
Ethan drew his, still rigid, cock from her pussy and angled the tip just a bit lower. He moved the tip of his cock to her tight asshole, positioning it to penetrate her. Then he began to press forward. The juices from her pussy had his cock slick and he began to slide into her. Her ass tightened on his cock instinctively and he grunted with pleasure as he continued pushing, forcing the tip of his cock past her sphincter. Roberta made several strange noises, but Ethan had no idea what she meant by them so he continued. Inexorably he penetrated her. He would push his cock in an inch or two and then withdraw half the distance he had just acquired before pushing in again. Slowly he buried his cock in her ass.
When Ethan had just more than half of his cock buried inside of her, Roberta spoke:
“Stop for a moment. Oh, I don't know how that feels. It feels incredibly good but at the same time it hurts a lot.”
“Well, some women enjoy some pain with their sex, they say it still feels like pain but that it feels good also.”
“That could be what's happening to me.”
“I'm going to keep going, let yourself go. Don't try to resist the pain like you normally would, embrace it the same way you embraced your pleasure earlier on.”
Ethan applied pressure again, sliding deeper into her. He could feel Roberta relax some and his cock slid deeper into her as she did so. This time it was Roberta's turn to grunt:
“Ungh! That's odd, it hurts but the hurt feels good if I just relax to it.”
“That's exactly what I was talking about. Now I'm going to finish getting inside of you and then fuck your ass until I cum again. Feel free to talk if you want but I'm not liable to respond for a while.”
Ethan pressed hard, sliding in farther. He was close to his goal, with only an inch or so left of his cock to penetrate her. He withdrew a tiny bit and thrust forcefully. As he felt the last bit of his cock slide into her tight ass, he paused for a moment. After briefly savoring the feeling of filling her ass, of her ass trying to crush his cock as it attempted to return to its normal size, he began to thrust.
He discovered that Roberta was as prone to orgasm when taken in the ass as when taken in her pussy. He knew that he'd be a while in cumming. He wasn't eighteen any more and he had already cum twice today. As he pounded her ass, she moaned and groaned with both pleasure and pain. When he took a hand from her breast to play with her clitoris she exploded with pleasure. Another scream rang out in the cabin, very audibly displaying her mixture of pleasure and pain as her ass clamped down on his cock even harder than it had been earlier.
He continued to play with her clitoris, trying to keep her in a state of orgasm as he pounded away. Every time her ass clenched on his cock again he could feel himself getting closer and closer to cumming. Slowly her orgasms faded away, the clenching becoming less and less noticeable. He was getting tired and both of them were coated with sweat when her ass gave him one more tiny clench that put him over the edge.
His cock jerked and spasmed inside of her ass as he came. In his exhaustion he slumped forward onto her. The slickness of both their bodies was sufficient that he had to catch himself as he began to slide back off of her. The motion drew his cock from inside of her with an audible 'pop'. Roberta herself began to slide off the bed once Ethan's motions no longer pinned her to it. He lifted the lower portion of her body, shifting it fully onto the bed, then he crawled onto the bed beside her.
The cabin was redolent with the scent of their sweat and their sex. He idly reached over to fondle her breast, the slickness of her skin allowing his fingers to glide all over her. The feather light touches drew a moan from her but no other motion. He leaned on his elbow with his chin propped on his fist and simply watched her glistening body in the fading light that came through the porthole. He savored the sight and smell of her as the light faded from the sky. As he lay back on the bed and began to drift off to sleep his last thought was:
I think that she is mine and will stay that way forever, through her own will. I hope so at least.
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Chapter 9 – Disguise
When Roberta awoke in the morning she was slightly chilled, sore in some very odd places, sticky with dried sweat, and quite alone. When she slid out of bed, she noticed her dress folded neatly on the table. Atop the dress was a section of canvas with several needles stuck through it. Most of them were too large for her purpose but the smallest one would serve, barely. She decided that the two seams on the bodice and the one rip down the front of the lower portion of her dress would be repaired with what appeared to be needlework Xs. It was a quick pattern for her and she could obtain the material for it by unraveling the base of the inner portions of the dress. She'd leave the slits she had cut down the sides, just hemming the edges so they didn't unravel.
As she unraveled the portions of dress she would need to use for thread, she heard a familiar voice booming out orders on the deck. She couldn't make out the exact words but the sound of the voice was familiar to her. She couldn't make out any words in his grunts the evening before either but she recognized his voice. The same was true now. She smiled and thought:
Well now, I suppose I should be careful of what I dream about, since this last one has come true. Although the dream and even the following daydreams came nowhere near to the reality. I wonder if he'll want to do any of that to me again tonight? I hope so, even if I am a little sore. It would be worth it were I in thrice the pain.
Roberta caught herself humming as she sewed. Humming was
a habit she had lost when her mother died. When her mother had still been alive Roberta had always hummed when she was happy. She realized that despite, or perhaps because of, the total chaos of the last few days of her life that she was indeed happy. She smiled as she sewed, humming a little ditty that her mother had taught her.
Ethan came into the cabin before she was very far along with her task. He had brought her breakfast and a container of water and a cloth to clean herself with. Once again as he took in her naked body, he smiled and stood entranced for a moment.
“As much as I hate to do this, these are for you also.” he said, handing over a bag.
When Roberta looked inside, she saw the clothing he had mentioned before, as well as a strip of thin, but strong, cloth.
“The cloth is to bind your breasts down with. A shame it is to do so but to have any chance of passing amidst the crew you'll need to. You may not be buxom but none would doubt that you were female if they saw you in a linen shirt and jerkin without them tied down.”
Roberta blushed, despite their thorough intimacy of the day before, she was still embarrassed by a man speaking freely of her breasts.
“Thank you again.” she said.
“It is I that should be thanking you.” replied Ethan, “Especially if you intend, as I hope, to stay here with me. Lots of the crew have no problem with raping a woman for their pleasure. Any of them are willing to buy a wench for a night in port. None of them seem to want the same wench over and over. I fear that I differ from them in both those regards. I can perform a rape if necessary but, compared to last night, it is unsatisfactory to me. I can hire a wench and that is somewhat more satisfactory but I know that she is there for the money. If you stay with me than I know that you are with me because you want to be with me and that makes everything we do far more satisfying to me.”
“I will stay, I can make no promises as to how long. This is all so new to me, but I discovered that I was happy earlier today, and that has not happened since my mother died.
On the subject of you differing from the crew, I've noticed something. When you speak to me, you use proper English, diction, and an extensive vocabulary yet when you speak to the crew you speak to them in their patois. Which is the real you?”
“Both of them are the real me. I was, as you have probably guessed, educated abroad. This occurred at my father's insistence. But when I was sent off for my final year of studies, my ship was intercepted. I had the choice of being impressed by the pirates or being dead. It was an easy choice to make. I learned the speech of the crew so that there would be no misunderstandings and so I would fit in better. But I still retain the speech of my home and school to use as appropriate.”
“Ah, then you were from an upper class family I assume?”
“Yes, at least they were at one time. Since then, the family fortunes have fallen somewhat. It seems that pirates have raided several of their shipments, causing them financial hardships.” Ethan said nonchalantly, “I never did want to go to school abroad and when I told my father that he punished me for it. So now, he is punished in turn. I regret any hardship that my mother has encountered because of it, but she refused to even speak to my father about my not going to school and so has brought upon herself any hardships she must currently endure.”
“That seems a somewhat similar tale to mine. My father was forcing me to marry against my will. I might ask, at some point, if similar actions can be taken on my behalf?”
“I would not want to anger Geoff so I would have to decline.”
“Yes, but Geoff has, by now, taken his leave from my family and started his own business. Thereby forcing my father and half-brothers to take up the reins of the family business once again. I was thinking we might speak with Geoff, ask him if he has any desire for revenge against father as well. If he does, he might well be able to supply us with information as to when my father is attempting to make or receive shipments. Would that be a more satisfactory situation?”
“That sounds as though it might be ideal, should Geoff agree. First, though, we have another matter to attend to. Since Master Gutren has set the meeting near his own home, would you strenuously object to allowing his servants to ransack the house and carry off anything other than jewelry or coins? Those we shall add to our own takings.”
“He has no wife currently and his children have moved out. So barring any servants with loyalty to him that goes beyond his death, the idea has merit. I assume this plan is to muddle the path should anyone try to discover who killed him?”
“Yes, that is the idea. After all, the authorities who heard a servant spout tales of pirates raiding a manor house that is not immediately beside the sea would assume that the servants so speaking were trying to conceal their own actions and not being truthful.”
“I have no qualms with such acts. I am surprised that you would ask me about this though. I would have sooner thought that you would simply inform me that things would occur in such a fashion.”
“What can I say? The first plan was yours so I thought that you should be consulted on any alteration to it.”
“So long as we obtain the gold and Master Gutren does not retain his life I am satisfied. Beyond that I will leave it to your own judgment. “
“Then we shall loot the whole thing. No reason to pass up the chance. I must go again now, be sure to try the clothes on. Although I am entranced by your nakedness every time I see it, you will need to get used to those clothes over the next two days.”
Ethan left the cabin to go attend to his duties as the new captain. Roberta sat back down and sewed until she found a good stopping point. Then she took the clothes out of the bag and attempted to bind her breasts. It took her several tries to successfully bind them and after that she took several more tries to get it as comfortable as possible. Next she slid on the linen shirt, it was obviously Ethan's since once she had it on his scent enfolded her. The jerkin slid on easily enough and then she slid the breeches on.
She tried walking around the cabin and realized that her stride was totally unsuited for this type of clothing. She stopped and thought a bit, remembering how Ethan walked and how other men she had seen walked. Then she tried it again. She thought that she was doing better with it but decided that she really needed to wait and let Ethan see her walk. Maybe he could explain how to alter her stride better. Barring that she could watch him walk and try to duplicate it.
Roberta sat back down in the men's clothing and began to sew once more. She would work while she waited for Ethan.
Ethan returned in mid-afternoon, carrying her lunch with him. When he saw her in the men's clothes he stopped dead in his tracks.
“How do you do it woman?” he demanded, “How do you put on men's clothing and become more desirable still?”
Roberta flushed:
“I think that you flatter me Ethan. I have been unable to duplicate a man's stride yet. I will need your help.”
“Here is your lunch, it can wait for a while though. Go ahead and walk about the cabin.”
Ethan watched as she walked and then commented:
“Your stride is too tight. You must lengthen your stride and endeavor to keep from rolling your hips when you move. I think attention to those two things will allow you to pass as a eunuch. Whole men will not expect you to walk exactly the same as them but if you adjust those two things your stride will be closer to a man's than a woman's. Especially the women these men know.”
“Thank you Ethan, I'll see what I can do. I imagine you have to go again now.”
“No, not for a while. I've just taken the most recent sighting and my presence isn't required on deck until right before dusk. I've been wondering what to do to fill the time.”
“Well, allow me to eat my lunch and then perhaps we can find something to do to pass the time together?”
Roberta sent a wonderfully lecherous look, more appropriate to a man's face than her own, in Ethan's direction. As Ethan sputtered and eventually ended up doubled over with laugh
ter, Roberta demurely sat down to eat her lunch.
The next two days passed rapidly for Roberta and Ethan. Whenever Ethan felt that his presence was required on the deck Roberta would work on the dress, finishing it with half a day to spare. When Ethan was not on deck he was in the cabin with Roberta. Much of their time was spent on her walk and on small ways to make her disguise more convincing, ways that would stand up to heavy activity levels. They had satisfied themselves that the disguise would work unless someone actively didn't want to believe it and studied her intently. The rest of the time that they spent together in the captain's cabin was spent exploring one another physically. Each attempted to learn the desires of the other, what brought the other joy, and what to be avoided. They did, of course, attempt to sate each other repeatedly but it seemed to them that the more they had of each other, the more they desired.
Ethan was on deck, and Roberta was in the cabin, when the ship came to a halt. Roberta found the footing strange as the ship stilled, having grown accustomed to the rolling motion it made when under sail. A glance out the porthole showed that the ship was mooring at the docks of a small port town.
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Chapter 10 – Scouting the Target
Ethan stepped into the cabin a short while later, chuckling to himself:
“I had forgotten that there's a new quartermaster. Before I was captain I'd be off the ship by now trying to find a place to sell whatever cargo we had. I started to do that this time before catching myself. We've larger plans to follow through on though. Shall we go and find the inn that we are to meet Master Gutren's men at tomorrow?”