A Pirate's Captive

[Virgininneed]

Maria watched the ocean when she noticed a ship approaching. Suddenly the lookout shouted pirates and she was forced below deck. She hid under the bed wishing she had some sort of weapon for defense. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the screams above her. She wondered if she'd even make it to Spain, not that she cared for a man twice her age who was going to be her husband. She hated not having a choice; she had never even met the man. She was only eighteen, and she hated to be confined to the house as a "dutiful wife".
Maria was very small compared to the other girls her age. She had dark, curly, brown hair that fell to her waist, and dark brown eyes that seemed to smile. She was thin but was not without curves. The dress she wore was a light blue and very simple, with a white ribbon around it. She woes small slippers which were hard to run in (stopping her from doing things she enjoyed). She quieted her breathing as the door swung open

 

[JustABadBoy]

The pirate burst through the door of the lower cabins, hoping to find a passenger that could be ransomed; the Captain wasn't happy about having lost three men in the attack, their bodies now bleeding to death on the upper deck or floating in the sea, soon to become shark bait. But there was no one here.

He quickly set to pulling open drawers and swinging open cupboards and closets. Clothing, coats, weapons, boots; anything and everything would, of course, be taken. What the Captain didn't keep for himself or give to the men to be used by themselves or given to their wenches could be bargained away in port for ale and sexual pleasure.

He stashed a few items of higher value inside his tunic, boots, and hat. He'd just finished tossing the rest of the valuables atop the bed and was about to wrap it up in the top blanket when the Captain appeared at the door, his expression soured by the high cost of the boarding.

"Sorry, Cap'n," the man reported, pulling together the blanket and beginning to tie it closed.

"What is that?" the Captain asked, pointing to scarf the man was using as a binding.

"Cap'n...?"

The tall man surged forward and grabbed the man's wrist so tightly the pirate grimaced. "What is this you are using?"

"A scarf, Cap'n, I think."

"A man's scarf...?"

The pirate looked to the bright pink length of semi-sheer, lacy fabric. He shrugged.

The Captain back handed the man and ordered him out. Once he was alone, he paced slowly about the room, poking through the items his man had left behind, shutting drawers, tapping his dagger's tip upon heavy crystal wash bowls.

"You can come out, my dear," he said to seemingly no one in particular. "The clothes ... the finery ... the boot in the corner. I somehow doubt they belong to this craft's captain."

When there was no movement from where he was certain she was hiding, he pulled his sword slowly -- allowing it to sing against the steel scabbard to ensure she heard it being withdrawn -- then spun back to the bed quickly and stabbed it straight down through the wool bedding and thin mattress until he heard its tip strike the wood deck below.

 

[Virgininneed]

Maria tensed as the sword went through the mattress and hit the floor. Even though she knew there was no escape, she rolled out from under the bed, grabbed the sword, and tried to run. She wasn't surprised when she was easily lifted from the ground by the captain. Narrowing her eyes she punched him hard angrily. She knew it was stupid but she never gave up without a fight

 

[JustABadBoy]

"I'm guessing you thought I'm the girl who'll cry and beg like a spoiled brat?" she said defiantly. "I could probably beat you in a sword fight easily."

He laughed as he sheathed his sword dropping his eyes from their stare at her. When he looked up, it wasn't at her, but at the men behind her who'd been slowly, quietly moving toward her, already ready to protect their Captain -- and get a little touchy-feely with a female body if the opportunity arose.

Before she knew what was happening, two brawny men had grabbed her by the arms and lifted her straight up; her feet dangled a foot off the bloodied deck as the Captain stepped nearer to her, being sure to stay out of reach of those pointy little toes.

He smiled broadly, proudly -- again having the upper hand -- and introduced himself, saying, "I ... am Captain Thomas Black ... or Black Heart, as the British like to call me. And I am also your Captor, young lady, which means..."

He spun quickly, pulling a shiny dagger from his belt and throwing it with precision toward one of the boat's officers being held against a bulkhead by two of his men. The blade struck the hard oak wall, just an inch below the man's armpit.

Thomas turned back slowly, gesturing to the men. They returned the young woman to her feet and backed away as their Captain moved closer to her, smiling knowingly, and saying to her in a polite, even tone, "And as such ... I will ask you never to touch my sword again--" He half glanced back to the officer, whose eyes were now streaming tears at the knowledge that he'd nearly lost his life for no apparent reason that to prove a point. "--less my aim become ... not so good."

 

[Virgininneed]

Marisa eyes widened as she was lifted Fromm the deck. She immediately began to struggle, angry at how small she was and easily carried around like a doll. Everyone always insisted on treating her as delicate, which made here angrier.
She watched the man carefully, and was not happy that, even when lifted up, she still had to look up at him.
She was surprised by herself when she started to blush as he moved closer. She was more surprised when he suddenly turned and threw a dagger at the officer. She was both impressed and frightened. She felt relieved when she was put back down. She took a step back as he approached and spoke. "less my aim become... Not so good." the words sent a shiver down her spine.
She felt her cheeks get hot and knew she was really blushing now. She lowered her eyes shyly realizing how foolish she must have looked. "I'm sorry, although it is a very good sword."
She bit her lip right after she said it. The last thing she needed was her father to know shed been studying weapons and fighting

 

[JustABadBoy]

"I'm sorry," she said, her eyes on the deck, "although it is a very good sword."

He took a moment to study her. He'd first thought she was just a girl, but now realized that she was a woman. Young, but still a woman. He could take her if he wanted; snatch her up and carry her to the nearest bed to become just another play thing, and while he would be accused of indecency toward a woman, he at least would be called a raper of children.

But ... neither of the acts were his style. At least, not when there were witnesses, particular English officers, sailors, and passengers. No, he'd show her the utmost respect for now; for now, and up until the point where he tired of being a respectable pirate.

He looked about the prisoners -- some with their eyes down, not wanting to seem a threat to their captor, while others stared at him coldly, fantasizing him hanging from a yard arm -- and wondered which of these was her escort. A beautiful young woman such as this didn't not travel unchaperoned. Yet, none had made too much of a fuss yet about Thomas' treatment of the female passenger. Perhaps he was one of the dead, her father was. Or, maybe the captain, down in the hold, being interrogated by my Mate.

Either way, the pirate Captain needed to know. There were rules about hostage taking, particularly when they were female ... young and female ... young and beautiful and, likely, pure as the falling rain female.

He snapped at one of the men, who stepped up to the woman quickly and took her by the elbow. "Gently!" He stepped closer again and, in a soft voice that was firm but -- he hoped -- non-threatening he explained, "You will be returned to your quarters, Miss. You will be under guard at all times ... by my men, for now, but--" His mind was already reeling with lustful thoughts. "--but me personally after I am able to ... secure our prize."

He leaned in closer, speaking in almost a whisper. "I promise you ... if you do as I say ... I vow that no one ... not a single person ... will be harmed or killed. But... if you attempt to flee or escape or wield a weapon ... I will kill every Englishman on this boat."

The he smiled and asked with a friendly tone, "Are we clear, my lovely?"


(OOC -- If, and this is only an if, she simply agrees, you can write her return to her quarters. All of her things are still there. I have to go to bed. Sorry.)

 

[Virgininneed]

Maria kept her eyes lowered. She was usually shy unless someone angered her. It was impossible not to notice him staring down at her. She glanced at the others nervously, but noticed that the captain of the ship was missing. She disliked him, because he was snobbish and treated the sailors as if they were nothing but dogs on the street; however, he was the one man who might actually try and protect her.

When Thomas began to speak again, she looked up watching him closely. He mentioned her returning her to her quarters, but that she was going to be under guard at all times. She was definitely not going to have a chance to escape.

When she heard him say he would be guarding her after "claiming our prize" she stepped back nervously. She may be a virgin, but she could understand what he meant. She was frightened but tried to stay calm..

She stepped away again as he came closer, but was relieved to hear no one would be harmed... If she did as she was told. "Alright captain. I'll do as you say, but if one of them is harmed I'll make sure you'll regret it." she could see how odd this must look, her trying to threaten someone twice her size, but she meant it.

She followed a pirate below deck and went into her room. She took out a book hidden beneath her pillow. Her father hated the idea of her reading, but she loved it. It was Dante's Inferno, one of her favorites. Soon she fell asleep as night fell. She curled into a ball and let herself drift off.

A few hours later, she woke to find a gag in her mouth and a large man on top of her. She screamed and struggled feeling like she was being crushed beneath him. She cried out in pain as he punched her face hard. She lay there gasping terrified

 

[Virgininneed]

Maria whimpered as her dress was torn off and her hands were tied above her head. She hoped that someone would come and find them begore... She heard a zipper being pulled down and cried in pain as three fingers entered her. She looked at the door crying

 

[JustABadBoy]

Thomas didn't like remaining on the larger commercial transport ship any longer than he had to. The key to piracy was speed and quickness; it was the reason they used smaller sloops and ketches to chase down the heavy, slower schooners and tall ships. Sitting here, idle on the sea, was also just asking for the Royal Navy to bear down on them and kill them all for piracy.

But, the boat was laden with wealth, from the rigging and guns that would make his own boats more secure and dangerous; to the silver and glass ware that he'd trade for sexual favors back at Port Earl; to the tobacco and cotton that filled one of the lower holds, likely the property of what ever Noble man had contracted the boat's Captain to make the voyage through these dangerous seas.

"Captain!" one of his men hollered anxiously.

Thomas turned and found the man pointing down into the ship's belly. Even over the sound of the sea against the hull and creaking and groaning of old wood and stretching lines, Thomas heard the muffled cry. He was off, jumping through the hatch and talking the ladder in two steps.

The sailor standing watch outside the woman's stateroom rapped the back of his fist against the closed door. Thomas understood that the man was warning his ship mate.

He lashed out with his dagger, slicing the man's throat as his shoulder crashed against the door, not just knocking it open but knocking it to the floor in pieces. On the bed, the woman whose safety he'd assured was motionless, her head to one side; she looked unconscious or nearly so, which Thomas knew only made raping her easier to do.

The sailor, his trousers pushed down to his thighs, had one hand between the young woman's legs, trying to tear away her undergarments. Thomas pulled a second dagger, this one with a blade only a few inches long, and rammed it down into the man's bared ass.

The man let loose a pained scream that echoed throughout the ship. Thomas pulled the sailor up by his long, nasty hair, dragging him away from his victim. The pirate Captain looked her over; the man had punched her, as the blood at the corner of her mouth indicated, but other wise she only seemed a bit groggy from his assault.

"I'll be back," Thomas said to her over the man's continuing cries of agony, reaching up and cutting loose her hands. "Stay here."

With the man's trousers still just above his knees, Thomas grasped the small dagger by the hilt and directed the man, crying and screaming and shouting bloody murder down the the passageway and up the ladder to the main deck.

The crew knew -- or at least suspected -- what had happened; they were assembled in a circle about the hatch, awaiting their leaders return. Thomas led the man to the deck and slammed him against the base of the main mast.

"No one!" he bellowed. "NO one ... touches a hostage without my say! That is the Law! That is the Law, was the Law, and forever shall be the Law, so long as I wear the Captain's Hat!"

That last bit was a bit contradictory, of course. Thomas never wore a hat, feeling they obscured his vision and endangered his ability to react to the ever present danger of treachery. But, The Captain's Hat was a figurative idea, and since he'd begun wearing it with the demise of the last Pirate Captain -- his brother -- he'd kept and expanded the Law to ensure every man knew where he stood at every moment!

"Do we understand!" he bellowed, expectantly.

Many of the pirates answered affirmatively without hesitation, while some of the others chimed in once they realized that this was not a time to be silent.

Thomas turned back to the man clutching his ass cheek, trying to pull the short dagger out from his flesh. "You have violated the Law, and will be punished accordingly."

Before the man had truly understood that he'd been accused, charged, tried, found guilty, and sentenced -- all in ten words -- Thomas had moved forward, his larger dagger in hand, grabbed at the man's exposed genitalia -- and sliced them clean away from his body!

As the man screamed in an agony no one would ever want to face, Thomas turned and tossed the man's family jewels past the heads of the shocked pirates and into the water. Shark bait, he thought, snatching a scarf from a white-faced English sailor and beginning to wipe the blood from his hands.

"Throw him over!" he ordered simply.

Again, without hesitation, a handful of men surged forward, grabbing the screaming man. The crowd parted as they hauled him to the deck edge and lofted him over. A moment later, a splash signaled the end of the punishment phase of the trial.

Thomas looked about the faces of the men -- his and the Royal Navy's -- and asked in a low voice that was easily heard over the sudden silence, "Questions anyone...?"

 

[Virgininneed]

Maria sat up groaning in pain, touching the places she had been hit. She drew her hand away from her mouth and saw blood on her fingers. She pulled the blankets around her, shaking. She Closed her eyes crying quietly from shock.

She was grateful that Thomas had come in when he did. She hated tothink of what might've happened. "I'll be back," Thomas had said to her. Even though she had been frightened of him at first, she was happy that he had kept her safe.

She had seen the fury on his face when he pulled the man off of her. She curled up with her knees to her chest listening to the shouts above. She could make out a few words. Then she heard a scream and then silence. Shepulled the sheets closer trembling. Alittle while later she heard the door open and looked up

 

[JustABadBoy]

With no apparent questions coming, Thomas ordered the crew back to work, transferring the loot to The Mary Jane. He snatched the arm of the apparent ship's cook and spat a series of orders at him, then headed down into the ship again.

He found the young woman curled up in almost a fetal position on the bed. Remembering what the cook had told him, he reassured her more personally, saying softly, "It's alright ... Maria. It is Maria, yes?"

She was frightened, trembling, so much so that Thomas couldn't tell if the movement of her head was a nod or not. He entered the room, but did not move any closer until he heard the ship's cook hurrying up behind him with a pot of steaming water. He took the pot and ordered the man to remain in the doorway; Thomas wanted the girl to feel comfortable with a presumably-familiar face nearby, but more than that he wanted a witness to his compassionate care for the young woman.

He moved to her slowly, sitting the pot down on a ledge, then dipping a rag into it and wringing it out. He sat on the edge of the bed, saying softly, "Will you let me help you, my lady?"

 

[Virgininneed]

"Yes, thank you," Maria said quietly. She sat silently letting Thomas wipe the blood from her mouth. Unable to stop herself she cried against his chest shaking. It felt strange since she barely knew him, but she needed someone to hold her.

Her entire body was shaking from cold and fear. She closed her eyes relaxing into his arms. She quickly pulled up the blanket and moved away blushing when the blanket fell a little reavealing a nipple

 

[JustABadBoy]

The quick -- too quick -- glimpse of her breast conflicted Thomas. He was, indeed, being sincere about wanting to protect her from harm, including from the ravages of man; but, in truth, the only reason he was so anxious to protect her virtue was because he wanted to be the one she surrendered it to.

Of course, he was assuming she was still the pure snow flake that parents certainly hoped she was. He didn't know this "girl", didn't know what kind of rabble this "girl" associated with. Thomas knew more respectful, honorable pirates than he did the same in "noble" men.

"Rest now," he said, reaching out to pat her but then only hovering his hand over her. He may have just saved her from a tragic fate, but he was still just a murderous pirate in her eyes. "Rest now, and everything will be just fine in a few hours, when the sun rises."

Thomas needed to get back to his duties as Captain and stop coddling this "child". With the rise of the sun and the tardiness of the schooner to port -- the pirates had hit the vessel when it was only 12 or 13 hours from reaching its destination -- the Royal Navy would be dispatching scout ships to look for it.

He stood and moved to the door. By now, his First Mate and Sergeant at Arms had joined the cook outside the stateroom's door. He looked to the cook first, instructing him to create a quick meal for all, and some hot soup for Maria. Then he looked to the Sergeant.

"No one touches this girl," he said, leaning in closer to add, "Or I'll be feeding the sharks again ... this time with more, smaller pieces ... cut from a man as he watches. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Cap'n," the man said firmly.


(OOC -- Thomas will leave and not return until sunrise unless Maria engages him in some way. There will be some activity up topside, but the belly of the ship will be silent, except for the sounds of the ship itself. The cook and Sergeant will be at her beck and call; feel free to write either of them if the need arises, other wise I will see you "in the morning".)

 

[Virgininneed]

Maria woke up and found a brown dress and put it on. She walked on deck avoiding the others' eyes. She saw Thomas and smiled at him shyly. She walked up to him blushing. "Would you like some help loading the ship?" She asked quietly. She may be a prisoner to him, but she hated not helping out when she saw others hard at work. Not to mention, she owed him for last night

 

[JustABadBoy]

The transfer of the schooner's wealth had continued through the night and was nearly completed when Thomas caught sight of Maria climbing up from the ship's lower decks. She spotted him and headed his way, avoiding eye contact with the crew. If the young woman had looked to the pirates, she would have seen them first eye her hungrily, then look quickly to their Captain to ensure that he hadn't seen them do so.

Thomas wasn't an idiot; he knew that each and every man on board the English commercial transport -- even the Brits who were now his hostages -- wouldn't have given their left nut to feel the warmth of the young woman's thighs around their lonely bodies. But, like him, they weren't idiots either; after witnessing their leader castrate their fellow crew man the night before, not a single man here would allow the female hostage to get within arms reach, let alone entertain the idea of putting arms around her.

"Would you like some help loading the ship?" she asked quietly reaching him.

Thomas was surprised by the question. Ship board work was not ladies work; and pirate work sure as hell wasn't. The girl intrigued him. She'd stood her ground when they'd first met -- stealing his saber, in fact, and running off with it -- then cried on his shoulder after being assaulted, and now was offering to assist his pirate crew in stripping the English boat of its valuables. How could anyone not be intrigued by that?

"Are you asking to become a pirate?" he asked with a broad smile. Around him, the reactions varied, from playful chuckles to derisive comments to downright nasty looks. A stern look about the deck returned silence to the crew. He looked back to Maria, raising an eyebrow questioningly, wondering whether she would take the question as serious or as lighthearted.

 

[Virgininneed]

"If I went on to Spain, I would have to marry a man I've never met, stay in the house all day, and my only purpose would be raising children. Do you really think I'd be happy doing that?"

She looked up at him, her arms crossed. She hoped that he would ignore the money a ransom would bring and let her stay.

"I'm not afraid of hard work, and I'd do whatever was needed to help out on the ship. Please, it's my only option besides... that."

She looked up at him wondering what he would say. She knew it was a lot to ask, and piracy was not something women did. But the idea of spending the rest of her life staying in the house, going out to balls, was the last thing she wanted.

She then realized he was probably joking and blushed. How could she be so stupid? Of course he wouldn't let her. And the crew probably wouldnt be happy about it either

 

[JustABadBoy]

"Please, it's my only option," she finished, adding, "besides... that."

He studied her for a moment, contemplating her confession. She was serious; she didn't want to go home, and she seriously saw this life as a viable option. Of course, she hadn't been on deck when Thomas had castrated her attacker; nor had she been topside when the pirate attack killed a third of the British Ship's crew; nor had she been on board the The Mary Jane six months earlier when the former Captain, his very own brother, had refused to heed the plague aboard flag flying above a French frigate he decided to attack, leading to his own death and the death of half of the pirate ship's crew.

Thomas hadn't always been a pirate, of course. He'd been a farm boy, then a boatman's apprentice, then a Midshipmen in the Royal Navy. Men weren't born as pirates; they became pirates. Women weren't born pirates either; and, although he didn't personally know of any female pirates, Thomas was sure that if one wanted to become a pirate, she likely could, just as he had.

But, he couldn't let the crew know that he was taking her plea seriously. He glanced around at the wide eyed, disbelieving men and smiled. Loudly, he announced, "She want's to be a pirate! Whadda ya think, men?"

A raucous round of laughter , punctuated by sarcastic and critical comments, erupted. Thomas let it continue for a long moment before he raised his hand and was immediately granted silence again. He looked back to the young woman. "Fine. You want to be a pirate...? I'll give you a chance."

Another uproar was silenced quickly by a hard glare about the deck. He looked back to her, letting his eyes walk over her simple brown dress. "You'll need to change."

Thomas waved over one of his more trusted men. "Take her below. Find her something--" He looked to her and smirked. "--piratey to wear. Give it to her, and watch the door."

"Yes, Cap'n!" the man responded, immediately turning to gesture Maris to head for the ship's lover decks. "Please, Miss."

Thomas didn't wait for her reaction or response, instead turning back to the crew to bark orders. The sun was rising and the British Navy would be here soon, looking for their tardy boat; he didn't want to be anywhere around here when they arrived in force.

(OOC -- If she doesn't object or do anything else up here on the deck, she will be provided with over sized trousers, boots, a huge man's blouse, etc, etc ... but ... after she undresses to redress ... stop! I have a surprise in store.)

 

[Virgininneed]

Marias cheeks turned bright red. Of course this was a joke. And now the entire crew was laughing at her. Great. She glared at him as he smirked. Why did he have to be so much bigger than her? It was difficult to look angry and be taken seriously by someone twice her size.

She glanced back Thomas, then followed the man below deck. Even if she became a pirate, the crew would only see her as a woman, not as an equal.

She was glad that shed secretly spent hours training with a sword and practicing shooting. She had good aim and the old guy friends she practiced with eventually refused because she had beaten them so many times. She quickly braided her hair to keep it out of her face then removed the dress.

 

[JustABadBoy]

With the orders given, Thomas left the First Mate in charge of the final preparations for separating the ships and getting underway. He told the man with a humorous tone, "I'll be below, to see how our newest crew member is doing."

As he departed, the First Mate laughed, "Tell her the breaches don't tie in the back like a corset, Cap'n."

Thomas descended the ladder, returning the man's laugh, and -- dismissing the man at the door -- entered her quarters without knocking.

Maria spun to face him, wearing only her undergarments. Thomas probably should have spun immediately back, showing some courtesy. But he didn't. He'd never seen a good woman in her personals ... and there was something extra erotic about seeing this beauty in hers.

"So ... Maria," he said softly, the corner of his mouth rising a bit as he closed the door behind him. "Did I mention the initiation involved in becoming part of my crew...?"

(OOC -- Would love to see a pic of what you think she might have been wearing under that unassuming brown dress... )

 

[Virgininneed]

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Maria spun around taken by surprise. She tried to cover herself blushing deeply. Taking a step back as he approached, her heart was racing.

"So ... Maria, did I mention the initiation involved in becoming part of my crew...?"

"Initiation?" she asked nervously. What had she gotten herself into? The smirk on his face said it all. She glared at him going through all the ways she could kill him, and she knew quite a few.

"If you touch me, I will kick your ass." She probably surprised him by talking to him that way. She clenched her fists considering his size and weight carefully. Then she looked him over for any weapons.

She scowled at him, readying herself for a fight

 

[JustABadBoy]

Thomas neared her slowly, his eyes flashing between her own -- which, when not watching him, seemed to looking about for either an escape or something to defend herself with -- and her unbelievable body. The ...

[I]thing[/I] she wore -- he didn't even know what to call it except unbelievable -- revealed more of her than that which the girls in the Red Light Districts wore to lure sailors and pirates alike into their parlors.

Without all of the fluff she'd been wearing below her dress, Thomas realized now that Maria was smaller than he'd earlier thought. Women's fashions often seemed to include so many layers and extras designed to create curves where none were or hide curves where they actually were. Thomas had never quite understood the purpose of things like petticoats and hoops and other things that hid a woman's true form from view. But, now, looking at how incredible his young hostage looked, and knowing what it made him want to do with her, maybe he did understand their purposes: to hide that from men like him!.

Of course, corsets and tight bodices, now those Thomas could appreciate, as he was the one Maria was trying to hide behind the splayed fingers of her hands. Small, Maria might have been in stature, but plentiful in the breasts she was as well, with a wonderful hour glass figure that just screamed for Thomas to grasp in his strong hands and lift to the bed.

Of course, the screaming wasn't coming from her body, it was coming from his. Almost immediately upon entering the state room, his penis had begun to swell, now hidden behind the sash tied around his waist.

"If you touch me, I will kick your ass," she threatened.

He didn't doubt that she'd try; nor did he doubt that if she had a weapon, she would likely do some damage before he disarmed her. And then where would they be? He'd be cut and bleeding, she'd be pinned to the bed -- again, no more than a hostage -- and he'd have to figure out whether she was worth keeping locked up until he could ransom her, or simply rape her into submission and sell her to one of the whore houses in Port Charles.

No, he didn't want that. He wanted her, but not like that.

"Maria, I assure you," he said in a level voice, "If I touch you in--" He very conspicuously looked to her sexy form, then back to her eyes. "--in your current condition ... it will be because you have asked me to do so."

He gave her a moment to understand that he was asking her whether she wanted to get even further undressed, by her own accord. He knew what the answer would be; he wasn't an idiot. He simply wanted her to understand that the question had been asked, that the offer had been made.

"Concerning the initiation," he continued, inching ever so slowly closer to her, his thumbs now stuffed into the waist of his trousers to present a non-threatening appearance -- and to prevent the possible removal of the dagger hanging in the sheath near his solidly erect penis, both of which were likely already noticed by the young woman. "Every new crew member must have something to offer to his -- or her -- Captain ... an object ... or a skill ... or an act of service ... to show cause of why he -- or, again, she -- should be allowed to join the crew."

He was now within arms reach of her and could easily simply take her to the bed and have his way. But, he didn't want that. He wanted their coupling to be of her design. It wouldn't be today, although he fantasized that it would be; it might not even be tomorrow, or the day or week after. But Thomas would have Maria, eventually, and it would be because she was ready to give herself to him.

"I already have gold and treasure," he continued, "And, while I am fully aware that you are handy with a sword, as you showed me earlier, I am not in need of more armed men ... although, seeing you wield a cutlass during an attack on the Brits would be interesting to watch."

There were only inches between them now, and as he let her see his eyes fall to the beautiful cleavage her bustier was creating, he finished, "So ... what is it that you wish to offer your Captain? Or ... shall I simply lock you in the brig with our fellow shipmates and await the payment of your ransom...?"

 

[Virgininneed]

Maria's mind was racing. What did she have? She could fight, but as he had said, he had a lot of men able to do that. "I... I can cook and," how was she going to do this? It was clear what he wanted, from his words, his closeness, and his... Er... Groin. Then she remembered, it was highly unlikely that he didn't have a cook. "and... And clean"

She must look like an idiot, she thought, and she could tell she was amusing him. His implied threat to put her with the crew, dressed like this, worried Maria. Was he toying with her mind, or was he serious?

"I also have ways of getting you on a ship with less of your men being killed." She knew for a fact this would interest him

 

[JustABadBoy]

"I also have ways of getting you on a ship with less of your men being killed."

His gaze rose suddenly from the smooth skin of her bosom. "What...?"

As soon as he mumbled his response, his mind began working. Pretty girl, European clothes, good language skills, and the appropriate accent. She could probably talk her way into situations that Thomas could only fight his way into; and, looking the way she did, she might not even have to part her lips to speak, but instead only spread them in a suggestive smile.

Then he contemplated the reason behind her offer. He still wasn't sure whether she'd been serious about wanting to help up on the deck earlier; and he was doubtful about whether she honestly wanted to experience the pirate life; but what he was sure of was that she didn't want to be violated -- by him or anyone else -- and was ready to do what ever was necessary to prevent it.

And that was ... rather disappointing to him. Thomas hadn't come down to her quarters intending to push himself on her; it was only seeing her in her current state of undress that had gotten him excited about the idea. But standing her now, hardened for her, he found himself conflicted.

"Tell me more," he said to her, backing away slowly and sitting on the edge of the small desk bolted to the bulkhead. As she turned to grab her dress from the bed he quickly said, "No! As you are, Maria. Tell me more ... as you are."

His lips spread in a devilish smile.

 

[Virgininneed]

Maria blushed as he looked at her. "Think about it this way. A European ship will want to help a young European girl. They wouldn't suspect a thing. Meanwhile I can find a way to get you onto the ship safely and give you the element of surprise."

She hoped that he would accept her offer and let her stay. She was tired of sitting around all day, listening to gossip, and going to parties. She would rather be outside actually doing something. She knew it was strange, but she enjoyed fighting, breaking the rules, and doing work.

While other girls were off flirting, she was outside reading, writing, running fighting. She kept it a secret, but she would go and help farmers when times were hard. People in villages knew she didn't like being an aristocrat, and welcomed her because she treated them like equals (or superiors if they were older."

She was to shy to say it, but she was attracted to Thomas. He was the first man who saw that she wasn't odd, just a little different. He was also quite handsome. But she doubted he felt the same way. He flirted with her, but she wasn't sure if he was serious.

 

[JustABadBoy]

He considered her offer for a long moment. It was as he'd expected, and he knew it was a great idea, too.

"We will try it once," he told her. "If it works, I will..."

He considered his words again for a moment. He wanted a win-win situation with the girl, which meant she helped him to the treasures of the ships -- British, French, Spanish, Portuguese, he didn't care -- traveling the sea lanes he pillaged; and he helped himself to her treasures as well.

"If it works, I will give you a choice," he continued. "I will deliver you to a port of your choosing, for your safe return to ... civilization. Or, you can choose to stay on board the ship ... can choose to continue to be part of my crew ... as, let's call you a Foreign Adviser, shall we...?"

Then he ogled her again, conspicuously so, and added, "However ... officially ... you are not a member of the crew yet. Of my crew. And because of this, you are not eligible for a share of the booty. You could become eligible, of course."

Again, he looked to the skimpy undergarments and made a take it off gesture. "Shall we trade treasures...?"