by KT Grant
"She better not be. It's one thing to hold a hostage against their will, but another thing entirely to abuse them," Dread snarled, not pleased by the idea that her lady prisoner could have been mistreated in such a way. She reached her cabin. "She is an innocent in all of this and already has been through a great deal from those two bumbling asses."
"Speakin' of jackasses. What did you do to the James' siblings?"
Dread opened her door and leaned back against the wall. "I left the brother there to bleed and made Judie strip and tied her to the bed. She actually expected me to 'have my wicked way with her and to teach her a lesson'. I taught her a lesson, all right. I grabbed all her clothes and the satchel and left her there hurling curses at me. I threw everything into the ocean. They can both rot, for all I care."
Martin let out a few booming laughs and rubbed a finger across his mustache. "I would’ve loved to have seen that. Oh, and what about the precious Humphrey jewelry?"
"You won't believe this. Humphrey must be worst off than we first thought. The necklace and ring are fakes, just pretty glass and nothing more. I threw them into the ocean as well."
Martin scratched his chin thoughtfully. "I wouldn't want to be in your cabin when the lady awakes and finds out that her neck and finger are bare. Are you going to tell her that her engagement gifts were worthless?"
"Perhaps she will be too busy to notice or even care." Dread wiggled her eyebrows and winked.
"I'm not even going to ask how you intend to spend the next few hours." Martin yawned deeply. "Other than that small hiccup, I take it there shouldn't be any more problems?"
Dread raised an eyebrow. "For now. Next step is getting the ransom money from Humphrey and making certain he doesn't find us before we can get to him first."
"You know we are playing a dangerous game here, C.W. Humphrey is going to come after us with everything he has."
"I can't hardly wait." Dread grinned and patted Martin on the cheek. "Go get some rest. I will handle the lady when she awakens."
"I trust you can. But keep in mind she is a wee little thing and will probably be scared out of her mind."
"Will do." Dread nodded and saluted. She walked into her cabin, closed her door and left her gloves on the desk. She stretched her arms above her head and yawned. Two lamps were lit near her king-sized bed that lay under a large porthole, giving her a wonderful view of the ocean.
Dread looked over at the prone figure lying in the center of her bed. She unfastened the top buttons of her shirt and untied her black eye mask. She cracked her neck from side to side and poked the sides of her temples with her fingers, releasing the tension there. When she stood at the bottom of her bed, she looked down at the petite young woman wearing a smudged, wrinkled ball gown. Her hostage's face was covered by wavy blonde locks that reached down to her waist.
She felt a pang near her heart and rubbed her chest. For some reason this woman seemed familiar to her…
Dread walked over and sat down on the side of the bed. Her hand shook as she pushed away the woman's soft hair that smelled of fresh cut flowers. Once the light from the moon hit her unconscious face, Dread let out a gasp.
"Daisy!" Dread practically shouted in astonishment.
Daisy moaned, turning her face away, and let out a deep breath.
Dread covered her mouth with both hands and sat there, stunned. She reached out again and cupped Daisy's head, turning her face back to get a better look. Dread licked her lips and touched her own scarred cheek. The same scar Daisy's father had given her almost eight years ago when he’d found them together in the dilapidated barn.
"Oh Daisy… how can it be you?" Captain Dread, known also as C.W., and Chelsey to her most intimate friends, gazed down at the girl she had once loved and had never forgotten.
Disbelief filled her very soul as she stared at the shockingly attractive woman who was planning to marry her worst enemy.
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The rocking of the ship and the sounds of seagulls calling to one another woke Daisy from her slumber. She blinked her eyes and turned to her side as her stomach churned in such a way that made her gag. She took deep breaths to stop from vomiting all over herself and the comfortable bed she was laying on… satin sheets so soft against her face…
Daisy sat up and the room spun. She dropped her head into her palms and swallowed as her stomach rebelled once again. Her cheek throbbed and her head felt as if it was going to burst open. She moaned and gingerly touched the back of her head. There was a small lump, about size of an egg that stung when she poked it.
"Where am I?" Daisy whispered, lifting her head again. She blinked a few more times to bring the room into focus, and when she could see clearly again, she looked around in wide-eyed fear. This was not her bedroom.
Her mouth was dry and her lips chapped. No amount of licking them would give her the relief she needed. She was saddened by the sight of her beautiful ball gown all torn and encrusted with grime and other unrecognizable stains. Her hands were also smudged with dirt and a few of her nails were broken.
Daisy let out a gasp when she noticed her diamond engagement ring and necklace were missing. She searched the bed in a wild manner, praying that her jewelry had fallen off and was hiding under the sheets. After a few minutes, her search became a fruitless one. All she found for her troubles was a few pieces of lint and long, dark hairs.
She groaned loudly, tunneling her fingers through her hair, and scrunched her nose as the scent of horseflesh rose up from her dress. Before she could stop herself, a yawn escaped. As she opened her mouth wide, the right side of her face burned, including a stinging lip.
Daisy pressed a finger to her mouth and it came away with blood. She sat there, stunned.
She crawled slowly across the large bed that was covered with many mutli-colored pillows and coverlets. She had just set her foot on the floor when she heard the sounds of a door being rattled.
Violent shivers flowed up and down her arms and legs as the door opened. She backed away and landed on the bed and up against the iron headboard as she waited to see who would walk in.
Daisy pulled her knees into her chest as a tall person dressed in all black came in holding a tray filled with fruit and bread. Daisy didn't say a word as she watched closely. She covered her mouth to hold back a squeak when the person turned around, placed the tray down on an empty space on the desk and looked at her.
"Ah, I see you have finally awakened." The masked woman smiled, taking a step toward the bed.
Daisy held up a hand and lifted her face bravely, speaking the first thing that came into her mind. "You… you have stolen my precious jewels!"
The woman shrugged with indifference. "Perhaps I have. So what?"
Daisy's mouth dropped in dismay. "Do you realize how expensive-oh, what is wrong with me! Of course you don't care one bit what I think. You enjoy pillaging priceless jewelry and other trinkets for you own selfish gains. I am just one of your many victims."
The masked woman with the smirk took another step forward.
"S-stop right there, you scoundrel!" Daisy screeched.
"And what if I don't?"
Daisy's finger shook as she pointed. "I will scream."
Daisy flinched as the woman let out a husky laugh. "Go ahead, princess. We are miles out at sea, as you can tell. It's only me and my boys here. And they are used to hearing a woman's screaming coming from my cabin."
Daisy pressed a palm against her chest and frowned. "You apparently know me."
She gave Daisy a wide smile. "Oh yes, Princess Daisy. I know you very, very well."
"But how…" Daisy's eyes roamed over the woman standing only a few feet away from her, taking in her dark boots, the tight fit of her breeches and the jagged scar and black mask covering her eyes and head.
And suddenly Daisy knew who stood before her.
"You're her… the nasty lady pirate Dread all the papers talk about." Daisy sat up on her knees and looked at Dread in both awe and trepidation.
"Nasty?" Dread asked, unconcerned. "You could say that. What else do the gossip rags say about me?" Dread took another step closer.
"How you destroy other ships and terrorize innocent people, including my fi-fiancé Lord Humphrey."
Dread spit on the floor. "I can't believe you are going to marry that jackass."
Daisy finally stood up from the bed and caught hold of the edge of the headboard. She closed her eyes for a moment as she became woozy, failing to notice the concerned look crossing Chelsey's face.
As she stepped closer, Daisy opened her eyes and backed away into the corner.
"Stay away! Please." Daisy held out her hands, as if that would stop her.
Chelsey hated seeing the fear and loathing on Daisy's face. She wanted to pull her into her arms and tell her everything would be all right. But she had a role to play and, until she could trust her, she would stay in character.
"Now, Daisy, calm down. If you do everything I say, you won't get hurt." Chelsey held up her hands and took another step toward her.
"You… you have no right to call me by my name, you murderer. My future husband will hunt you down and hang you like the dog you are!"
Chelsey took in a deep breath. She was ready to lose her temper. Her jealousy rose every time Daisy mentioned Humphrey.
"That milk sop only cares about his own hide. I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't pay your ransom."
Daisy's jaw dropped. "That is a lie! Draco will save me. H-he'll throw you in prison and hang you."
Chelsey was only a few steps away from her. "Draco? You call him by his given name?"
she snarled, reaching out for Daisy's arm.
Daisy smothered a yelp and climbed onto the bed to flee. Chelsey grabbed her ankle and Daisy kicked at her. "Don’t touch me, you bi-bitch."
Chelsey gave a harsh laugh and grabbed Daisy by both her ankles, pulling her across the bed. Daisy screamed and grabbed onto the sheet, but it was useless. She was yanked very easily due to Chelsey's superior strength. Daisy went to kick Chelsey in the stomach, but Chelsey dropped a knee on the bed, grabbed Daisy by the waist and turned her over. Daisy pounded on Chelsey’s arms and yelled out curses she never would have dared to say before.
"Stop fighting me, princess. You'll only hurt yourself." Chelsey grabbed Daisy's wrists and pulled them up and over her head as she continued to struggle. Chelsey pressed down hard until Daisy couldn’t move. Daisy sucked her breath in, about to spit into Chelsey's face, when a palm was slapped over her mouth, and both her wrists were held together in a tight grip.
"Listen, you spoiled brat. You are pissin' me off. If you don't stop your wiggling, I will tie you to my bed… and gag you as an extra punishment."
Daisy's eyes went wide and she stopped struggling. Chelsey slowly scanned over her face. She frowned as she spotted Daisy's bruised cheek and swollen, bloody lip. She couldn't help herself and pushed away a stray curl that had fallen across Daisy's mouth.
Daisy huffed loudly from her exertions and turned her face to the side to escape the pirate's touch. Chelsey snickered and looked down. Her bodice was torn and her chest was heaving. She enjoyed how Daisy's breasts had grown a bit rounder since the last time she’d seen her. She smacked her lips together in appreciation.
Daisy did not look pleased at the indecent looks her pirate kidnapper was giving her.
"How dare you gaze upon my body like that! Only one person is allowed to look at me in such a way." Daisy clenched her fists and shook them, trying to break free of Chelsey's hold.
Chelsey tightened her grip and snarled in Daisy's face. "And who would that be? Draco
'the fink' Humphrey?"
"That is the man I love, you pirate whore!" Daisy screamed into her face.
Chelsey flinched as if she had been struck. Daisy watched as the pirate's face became red.
She had gone too far.
"No," she whispered and struggled again.
Chelsey straddled Daisy, not caring if she was too heavy. Daisy pushed and pulled, trying to get out from under her, but before she could blink, Chelsey reached behind her back pocket and pulled out a long white, silk scarf.
"Now you have asked for it, princess," Chelsey growled and took both of Daisy's wrists and tied them to the headboard behind her.
"Stop this. Stop!" Daisy fought.
Chelsey was too fast and strong. She tied Daisy's wrists in an unbreakable knot.
"Shut your trap, your highness," Chelsey spat out and pulled out another silk scarf, this time a black one, and tied it over Daisy's eyes.
Daisy couldn't understand why she was so aroused. Not only was she confused by hearing Dread call her by an endearment only her past love had ever called her, but she was frightened, yet… strangely excited in some way. Her nipples had become hard and her woman's entrance was slick with need.
"Why have you covered my eyes?" Daisy asked and swallowed. She bit her lip and listened closely. All she could hear was loud breathing above her.
Chelsey took off her mask and threw it down. "Didn't I say you are not allowed to speak?
Now that you have disobeyed my orders, you must be disciplined."
"Dis-disciplined—"
Daisy was grabbed by her face and given a hard kiss. She lay there, stunned, as her kidnapper jabbed her tongue into her mouth, searching for her own.
" Nooo," Daisy mumbled and turned her face away to escape Chelsey's marauding mouth.
Chelsey pulled Daisy's face back around and gave her deep, pressing kisses that Daisy couldn't help but respond to.
When Daisy sighed and joined in, Chelsey's kisses grew softer. She moved her lips down across her throat.
"Ah… why do your lips feel so right against mine?" Daisy asked in a low moan and bit her lip when Chelsey pushed her tongue in between her cleavage.
"Maybe because we are meant to be," she responded softly. She ripped open Daisy's bodice, causing her breasts to fall out.
" Ack!" Daisy yelped when Chelsey took hold of her nipple in her mouth, sucking vigorously. She nipped and licked while she pinched the other nipple with two fingers. Daisy let out a few sobs and cried as her arousal grew to the point that it dripped down the inside of her legs.
Chelsey's lifted her head and sniffed. "Hmm… I would say you are enjoying the lovemaking techniques from this nasty pirate.”
Daisy's head rolled from side to side as she tried to dislodge the blindfold. "This will be rape, Captain Dread! My fiancé will—"
Chelsey bit down hard on Daisy's breast. Daisy moaned. As she panted, Chelsey gave her another harsh kiss, which caused Daisy's lip to bleed. Chelsey lapped at the blood and reached up, licking Daisy's chin. She grabbed her by the back of her hair, making certain not to put too much pressure on her bump. "You disobeyed me yet again, princess. Now you will pay."
Chelsey tugged up Daisy's skirt and threw it over her head. Daisy kicked out at Chelsey, screaming obscenities under her voluminous skirt and petticoats. Chelsey ripped open Daisy's satin drawers and stared right down at her bushy mound. Her curls were dripping with her need.
Chelsey said a silent “thank you” to a higher power that Daisy was excited.
"Please don't, Captain. I will not say another word," Daisy said in a hushed voice.
Chelsey pulled Daisy’s legs farther apart. "Too late, princess." She laid her long tongue against Daisy's pussy and stuck it in deep. Daisy sat up partway and the hem of her skirt fell down, freeing her mouth. She squeaked and grabbed hold of the iron bar behind her, grinding her hips up against her ravisher's mouth. It was as though her body had a will of her own and she couldn't control it.
Chelsey held down Daisy's knees in a hard grip, making certain she would not be kicked in the head. She slurped and nibbled over Daisy's nether lips and pussy curls. They reminded her of the taste of cinnamon. She couldn't get enough and dug her mouth in deep, licking and kissing Daisy's cunt as if it was a mouth. She found Daisy's nub of pleasure and flicked it, causing more of Daisy's dew to
come flooding out.
"Good lord, you are a gusher." Chelsey mumbled against the inside of Daisy's leg and drank all of the tangy cum down. She wanted more. She released Daisy's knee and reached under to rub her fingers in between Daisy's legs closer to her ass.
"Dread!" Daisy shouted and lifted her leg up. Chelsey knelt and, with a rough twist, turned Daisy onto her stomach. Daisy sobbed into one of the pillows as Chelsey lapped her tongue across her cheeks. Daisy held her ass higher in the air for Chelsey to taste.
"More, I want more!" Daisy shouted in a hoarse, garbled voice. Chelsey pulled her knees under Daisy's legs and gave her what she wanted.
"Whatever you desire, my Daisy," Chelsey said as she placed a kiss on her captive's lower back and sighed. It had been so long since she had tasted such innocence. And now that Daisy had returned back in her life, she would have many more nights such as this and never let her go!
"Wh-what did you just s-say?" Daisy twisted her head to the side.
Chelsey didn't answer. Instead, she pushed her hand in between Daisy's legs, flicking her clit while placing open-mouthed kisses across her very round, smooth ass cheeks. Chelsey stuck in three of her fingers into Daisy's swollen core. Daisy let out one final throaty yell and fell to the bed, trembling.
Chelsey kept her hand at rest while Daisy's vaginal wall pulsed around her fingers as she continued to find her release. She laid her cheek on Daisy's ass, enjoying the feel of goose bumps that rose there.
Chelsey grabbed her mask and tied it back on before she turned Daisy over to face her.
Daisy had no concept of time, but as her heartbeat slowed down, the blindfold was untied and taken away. As she blinked, her arms were released from their bindings. She looked up at the ceiling, feeling a tug on her leg, and rolled to the side. Her pirate captor held her in an embrace, rubbing her hand up and over her hair and whispering in her ear.