Pirated Love

by K'Anne Meinel

  Claire looked up from where she had been attempting to loosen the trunk and then nodded as she went to the hook where Tina kept her robe. Knowing there was no privacy, she kept her back to the captain as she began to take off her skirt and blouse, leaving her chemise on until she had the robe wrapped around her and then removing that as well. Wrapping the soiled clothes within themselves, she stuffed them next to her trunk and looked up tremulously at the watching woman, who was eating a sandwich and holding the tray at the same time. She realized suddenly, how hungry she was; she was feeling odd with the water and whiskey in her stomach.

  “Come. Eat,” she commanded, Tina gestured with the sandwich.

  Slowly, almost afraid of the captain once again, she approached the table warily and sat at one of the benches. She was very conscious of the fact that she was naked underneath the robe. She wondered if the captain would demand sexual favors again and hoped not. The ship was still locked in a struggle with the storm.

  Tina handed her a sandwich and nudged one of the half-full mugs towards her on the tray, but she did not say anything. She was extraordinarily tired, but she needed sustenance. She also needed to sleep, but had to eat first or she would not wake up with enough time to eat. She would have to relieve her first mate in a few hours.

  Trying to put the events of the last hours behind her, Claire bit into her sandwich. It was surprisingly good, with a thick slice of ham between the two pieces of bread. Swallowing her first bite, she took a sip of the ale that was in her mug. The combination was delicious and she wondered if it was because she was so hungry. She was warm from the spirits, but tired from the drama that had unfolded this evening. She wondered how long the storm had been going on and finally worked up the nerve to ask. “How long have we been in this storm?”

  “Two days,” Tina said, wearily, as she reached for a second sandwich and bit into it heartily. Chewing around what she had to say, she gulped down some of the ale to make it go faster. The sooner she finished her meal, the sooner she could change out of her wet clothes and sleep.

  “Two days?” Claire asked, surprised. She had not imagined the passage of time, but two whole days?

  “Sometimes these storms can last a week if they are headed the same way we are,” she was informed.

  “You must be tired,” she observed, finally looking up as she bit into her sandwich again.

  “Aye, I have to be back on deck in a few hours.” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, all semblances of ladylike manners were gone now in her desire to feed herself and get to her bed.

  “Aren’t you cold?” Claire hesitated to ask, as she realized she was wearing the robe that the captain had worn to bed the other night.

  She shrugged. “I have other clothes,” she dismissed.

  There was another sandwich, but Claire had no desire to eat a second one. Her body was not used to the strong whiskey she had gulped down and now she was feeling oddly tired herself and the heaving of the boat was not helping things. She pushed it towards the captain, and with a grateful look, Tina bit into her third sandwich and it was soon consumed. Standing up, she stretched and grabbed her mug, finishing the little ale that was in it. Grabbing the tray before it could slide off, she put it on the floor outside the door. Tina headed for one of her cabinets, rocking to and fro in the motion of the ship and handling it well. She quickly pulled clothing from her cabinet and closed it, stripping unselfconsciously.

  Claire swallowed as she tried to look anywhere but at the now naked captain. Her eyes were drawn time and time again towards the nude woman, who toweled herself dry once her clothes were removed. Her body was magnificent, from what Claire could see in the dim light. High, tilted breasts were revealed once she removed strange wrappings from around them. They were large, high, tipped and very white in contrast to the dark tan of her arms and face. Her buttocks were firm, and the muscles in both her legs and arms were visible. Slowly, she pulled on drawers and a loose-fitting shirt, pushing back the long sleeves. Grabbing her brush, she began to untangle the unruly mass that had come loose in the storm. It took a while and a lot of under-breath swearing until she began to plait the mass into a long braid. By then she was ready to collapse.

  “Are you ready to sleep again?” she asked Claire, who sat primly at the table.

  Claire blanched. She was not sure she could perform as the captain wished.

  Seeing her look, Tina shook her head. “I just thought we could lash ourselves to the bed and enjoy the warmth together, but if you are not tired...” she left off.

  Claire blushed at her misunderstanding. She was tired. The spirits, the drama, and now a full stomach...she was more than ready to sleep. “I am tired,” she quickly answered, and blushed again, but in the candlelight she was grateful that Tina probably could not see it.

  Tina slid the bolt on the door and they quickly went to bed. She brought the candle to the bed and put it in another holder that Claire had not seen. She used the light so that they could see to bind themselves to the bed, ensuring they would not fall out of it while they slept. The rocking of the ship was not lulling them to sleep, and both of them were stiff until Tina reached up and snuffed out the small candle that had burned down quite low. “Are you all right?” she repeated her earlier question.

  Claire nodded, and then realizing that Tina could not see her in the dark responded with, “I am fine.”

  Tina nearly laughed. She realized a long time ago, if a woman was ‘fine’ she really was not. She was too tired to debate it though, and really needed her sleep. “I am going to put my arm around you so do not panic,” she answered, trying not to laugh. She had seen more than Claire realized, and with the attempted rape tonight, knew the blonde was on edge. She just wanted to sleep and warm up. The water on her body constantly for those two days-as they fought the storm, had chilled her to the bone. She was tense and while lovemaking would have warmed her up, she knew Claire was not up to it. And to be honest, she was too tired to attempt it.

  Claire did tense as she felt Tina’s arm snake around her, but when nothing else happened to alarm her, she relaxed a little. She was surprised to feel Tina’s body relax behind her on the bed, under the wraps she had expertly tied across their legs and middle so they would not be flung to the floor while they slept. The captain was soon snoring lightly on the pillow beside her. This relaxed Claire even more, and she joined Tina in sleep.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Claire woke at some point, but again she could not tell when it was. She could tell it was day by the grey coming around the shutters, but the ship was still rocking in the rage of the storm. She looked around, surprised that Tina was not in the bed beside her. Claire was still tied to the bed with the straps, but it looked like she could get out on her own this time, and her hands were not tied to prevent it. She wondered if she should get up, as the storm did not feel like it had abated. She had never heard of such a storm, but then she had never been at sea when such a squall had occurred either. Back in England, she had thought nothing about a three-day storm. Her trip from England had been relatively storm-free. Here at sea it was worse, much worse. Lying in bed, she considered her options… and staying in bed seemed to be the best one. Her body did not agree with her, as she realized she needed to use the chamber pot. Quickly untying herself from the lashings, she swung over the edge of the bed and pulled it out from under the bed where she had returned it the previous night after vomiting in it. The contents had not done well with the aging and she wrinkled her nose distastefully. She had never realized how much her servants had done for her, and recalled the conversation she had had with the captain about slaves. It was not that much different, but her servants had been paid for their services. This was one distasteful job, she thought, as she peed into the pot and then had a bowel movement as well. Seeing some ripped leaves of what looked like a book also under the bed, she realized what they were for and used them to clean herself. She quickly pushed the smelly jar back under the bed and out of sight, but t
he odor remained in the cabin and there was nothing she could do about that. She looked around and tried to stand, but with the ship still rocking it was impossible. It was too dark in the room to read and she did not know what else to do, so she went back to the bed and lashed herself in again. It was lucky she did, as some of the rolls of the ship seemed to have increased.

  She lay there a long time, dozing in and out, as she thought about her situation. Twice since she had been captured, she had been nearly raped, and twice the captain had come to her assistance. She thought about the captain’s demands and realized it had been such an amazing experience, not at all what she thought it would be like. She could not help but wonder if it would be like that with a man, the right man. She knew her fiancé was not the right man, but really, what choice did she have? She wondered again if her father would pay the ransom or if she would be considered damaged goods. How could anything that wonderful be wrong? How had the captain known that was inside of her? Was the captain just a good lover, or had the women and men she had known taught her? She had so many questions and no one to confide in or ask. She began to get hungry and thirsty, but as the storm had not abated she was sure she would not see food again until the captain came in, and knowing how conscientious she was, Claire probably would not see her again until it was over. Once again, she dozed off as her thoughts swirled.

  * * * * *

  When Claire awoke again, it was to dead calm. She did not even feel the slight rise and fall of the ship or hear the slap of water against the hull. She looked around and was surprised to find Tina in the bed beside her. Not lashed in as she was, but sprawled on the bed, fully clothed and sound asleep. She looked exhausted. Claire glanced at the shutters and could see by the light around them that it was day. She wondered how long Tina had been lying there beside her. How had she managed to lie down beside her and Claire had not been aware of it? In the filtered light of the room, she examined the redhead as well as she could. The woman looked younger, less commanding in her sleep. The deep, dark circles under her eyes showed her fatigue. Her open-necked shirt allowed Claire to see her full chest and the wraps that she used to conceal her breasts and hold them in. Her jaw was firm and showed a strong and determined woman. Her nose was pert and her eyebrows and eyelashes dark against her tanned and windblown face. She sighed in her sleep and rolled towards Claire slightly, wrapping an arm around her. It was not lascivious, and Claire felt protected somehow with the strong arm holding her close to the redhead’s warm body. Remembering the thoughts she had the previous night about when the captain had made love to her she began to feel a different warmth to her own body and it confused her. She did not understand lust, or want, or the sudden need she was feeling. She was too young, too inexperienced, and she would have been horrified to find that she wanted Tina’s touch on her body.

  When Tina, in her sleep, began caressing her and murmuring slightly, her nose nuzzling into Claire’s neck, she began to get even warmer. Claire pulled back slightly to be sure the captain was asleep, and satisfied she was, she snuggled back to her former position. She enjoyed the caresses. They felt so loving, so warm and...she did not know the word. In her inexperience, she did not realize she was, in fact, arousing herself with her thoughts. Tina snuggled closer, her body recognizing the warm form beside her and began to caress her in earnest.

  Claire, unsure, did not know what to do. It was progressing rapidly and already Tina had found the edge of the robe and began to snake her way inside it to find the blonde’s naked body. Murmuring in her sleep at the softness of the skin, she began petting it intensely. Claire began to squirm as she remembered how wonderful it had felt the other night.

  “Easy love, I will get to you in a moment,” Tina murmured as she nuzzled closer to Claire’s neck, causing delicious little shivers to go up her back. Her words caused Claire to stiffen and pull away though. Tina immediately protested.

  Claire realized it could be any body in her bed and Tina would not know the difference. Strangely, she wanted to be different. Then she was horrified at her thought and pulled back further. Reaching down, she quickly unlashed herself from the bed and tried to crawl over Tina to the outside of the bed.

  Tina rolled with her though and woke up fully, looking up at the now spread-eagled blonde who rode her like a horse. She was not sure who was more surprised, the redhead looking up, or the blonde looking down. Smiling delightedly, Tina arched up at the waist, joining their bodies at a deliciously hot spot and rubbing suggestively. Claire nearly groaned, but her horror at being caught in such a compromising position was such that she attempted to finish her climb over Tina’s body.

  “Could not wait for me to wake up, eh?” Tina asked.

  “I was trying to let you sleep,” Claire replied primly and tried to move, but Tina’s hands clamped on each of her legs, holding them to each side of her body.

  “I am awake now and randy as a young buck,” Tina told her and ground upward once again, her green eyes narrowing to mere slits at the sensation. She was fully aware that Claire had not realized her robe had gaped open and was showing her deliciously firm, young breasts to the more experienced woman’s view. Tina wanted to groan, but knew gentling this prickly filly would take time and effort, which she was willing to give.

  “You need your sleep,” Claire tried to argue, with perfect logic. What this woman had been through over the past few days must have exhausted her.

  “I can sleep when I am dead,” she replied, and ground again suggestively at the juncture between their legs. “Do not deny me,” she ordered, and reached for the gaping robe, pulling it apart and down so that Claire was exposed from the waist up. Claire gasped and tried to pull it back up, but Tina easily stayed her hands. “You got yours the other night, now it is my turn,” Tina murmured as she reached up to play with the delicious orbs that taunted her so. She sat up slightly so she could take first one and then the other in her mouth, the heat and moisture causing a gasp to escape from Claire’s lips. Still Claire tried to push Tina back on the bed to escape her grasp, but the redhead was stronger and in no hurry.

  “Nooooo,” Claire tried to protest at the actions as well as the sensations, but Tina ignored her as she began caressing the delicious body in earnest.

  “Unbutton my shirt,” Tina ordered her, but Claire refused to comply, taking Claire’s nipple firmly between her teeth. Tina bit slightly causing Claire pain. She growled around it, “Unbutton my shirt!”

  Claire had never experienced pain in her breasts before except during her monthlies, and this was pain she had never felt. It was obvious she would have to obey and she began to comply. Tina released the teat from her teeth and soothed it by licking and sucking at it, gentling it until it was tightly puckered by her attention to it. Strangely, to Claire, this was arousing and she could not believe she was enjoying the captain’s ministrations. Tina’s hands gentled down her long back and cupped her buttocks firmly and ground up against her again and again in a little rhythmic dance of her own making.

  When the shirt had been fully opened, without being told, she reached for the wrappings that held in Tina’s breasts. Tina sat up further so she could kiss up to Claire’s neck and so that Claire could remove her shirt the rest of the way, removing it from her shoulders and down her arms. The wrappings took longer to unwind from her body. Claire had never seen another woman’s breasts, and while she had known Tina was naked the other night, she could not really see them. Seeing them now in the light of day, strangely, she wanted to touch. Since Tina was busy now kissing into her neck and nuzzling along it, making her feel wonderful, she wondered if she would mind her touching her there.... The gasp of pleasure when Claire’s hand touched one of them had her pulling back in fear that she had hurt the other woman, only to have Tina take her hand and return it to her breast.

  Claire looked into Tina’s aroused eyes and her own were slightly shocked at her daring.

  “Go ahead and touch darlin’, I need to feel it,” Tina entreated her in a h
usky voice.

  Curious, she touched them both at the same time with her hands. They overflowed them and felt heavy in her palms. They were warm and soft. Squeezing them slightly, she heard Tina’s gasp of delight and she wondered if she could cause the same feelings in Tina that the captain caused in her. She had said it was her turn, and while Claire was not sure what that entailed, she thought it only fair to give her pleasure too.

  Tina was wild to possess Claire. She had woken aroused and exhausted, not a good combination, but she wanted this woman, any woman to make her body thrum with the pleasures waiting for them to share. She did not care that Claire was inexperienced. She wanted...needed the passion that could come from two bodies coming together and pleasuring each other. She needed a good old fashioned fucking and wanted it from this inexperienced woman who was not so willingly in her bed. She was tempted to take the lead, but she wanted this blonde to learn how to pleasure her.

  Claire played with the heavy orbs, her thumbs caressed across the now erect nipples, and her fingers squeezed and kneaded them as she listened to Tina’s heated breath as she kissed and sucked into her neck. The sensations were delicious, and when Tina’s lips snuck down her chest to Claire’s own erect nipples she wondered if she could return the favor. She tried to bend down, but she was not able to, the angle was wrong. Daringly, she pushed the captain onto her back and bent down to take a nipple into her mouth. It tasted slightly salty from the salt water that the captain had bathed in, through her clothes. It also tasted of sweat and something uniquely Tina. She enjoyed the flavor and the feel of the hard nipple on her tongue. She took the other, equally erect nipple in her mouth and tasted it as well. Tina arched into her, enjoying the sensations.