Aboard the "Dark Lady"

Kaitlyn

Through her lowered eyes, Kaitlyn saw Norton's hands moving toward her, as he stepped over and stood beside her. Her entire body tensed, as he ran his hands over her chilled arms. His hands were rough and warm, but suprisingly gentle on her tender skin. "Just relax. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to touch." His voice was no longer icy; instead the soft warmth flowed over her like water. She began to relax a bit, until one of his hands slid over and cupped her breast, covering it completely. She started and tensed again.

Norton knew exactly what he was doing, that was certain. His fingers kneaded her soft flesh, rolling her nipple and causing a soft moan to escape her lips. She'd never felt anything like this before. He seemed in no hurry, and that concerned her. "You smell soo good." His voice was low and husky near her ear, as he bent his head. She felt his whiskers against her cheek, and his nose on her hair. He tilted her head up, so he had access to her throat, then his lips were playing softly upon the delicate flesh there.

Kaitlyn moaned again, and trembled against his body. Her bare breasts brushed his own bared chest, and she felt the crisp hair tease her nipples into even harder peaks. The feelings coursing through her she had never experienced before, and she wasn't sure how to react to them. She braced her hands against his chest, attempting to put some distance between their bodies, feeling a dampness between her legs that frightened and puzzled her.
 
Norton could feel her tension, he even felt when she tried to pull away, not so much move away from him, but just press herself against him. The resistance, holding him back.
He always felt the pleasure rise up in her, swell inside that virgin body of hers. His touch, far from that of an experienced lover, but he'd been with enough women to know a few of the right places. The right touch, the loving feel, the secret desires that beat even in the most upstanding Victorian woman.
Norton didn't force her, he didn't push her hands away letting him ravage the wonderful flesh just passed her pressing fingertips.
He took her hands in his own, guiding them up his body. He made her touch his cheek, down his neck, passed his broad shoulders, and ever closet to a rigid bulge that pressed ever so lightly against her stomach.
He dropped his pants, letting her see him, possibly the first time she ever saw a man naked. Maybe she had. Long lost thoughts of a young gardener or neighbor came to mind, someone curious and shy... you show me yours, I'll show you mine.
He guided one hand down to it, letting a finger touch him, sending small ripples of pleasure through him.
"It's ok," He said, his eyes studying hers, lips so close, almost upon her own. He didn't kiss her, but his breath caught short with her own, almost joining together.
 
Karisma

She gasp at his touch. It was rough but gentle all in the same. How in all this time had she forgotten to look at this man in the way she should instead of just her commanding officer.

"I may look like one of the men by the way I dress, but under it all there be a lady who has 'er needs as well"

Her hands braced herself on the back of his chair before moving her hips, ginding them againts his lap making sure she could feel his hardness.

Her hands found their way to his chest as they quickly and swiftly undid the buttons of his shirt and letting it fall open against the back of the chair.
 
After the comotion i found myelf bored and drunk. WHere is norton i thought to myself. I walked around stumbling till i finally reached nortons quarters. Still hornyi decided to wait for him with a suprise. i stripped down and layed on his bed. I couldnt help and in anticipation i started fingering waiting for him.
 
Listening to Karisma speak of her needs, while her hands bared his chest, only served to remind him of his own. The palms of his hands pressed tightly upon the material of her tight breeches, feeling the shape and tautness of the flesh beneath as he felt the curve of hip giving way to a very feminine ass.

In response her hips ground down against him, drawing a groan from between his lips, and making him press upwards against her in turn, feeling hardness and softness meet and grind.

His hands closed on the material of her own shirt, pulling it from the waist band of her trousers, slipping under and finally touching her skin. He caressed the hard lines of her stomach, the muscles well defined from her life at sea, before letting his fingers slip farther upwards, tracing over ribs until he felt the first curves of her breasts.
 
karisma

A gasp escaped her lips as his hands made their way along her boy and up along the cuve of her breasts. He hands kept at his shirt till it slid off his form leaving his chest bare in from of her. From there her nails raked down his chest leaving light redened marks trailing down
 
Kaitlyn

Kaitlyn felt Norton reaching past the resistance of her arms, continuing to touch her. He took her hands in his own, warming her icy flesh, pulling her even closer into his body. She could feel the hard male flesh between his legs pressing into the softness of her stomach, and she whimpered again. He guided her hands over his cheeks, letting her feel the rough stubble beneath her fingertips, over his neck and the sinews of his shoulders. To her dismay, he began moving her hands downward toward the hard rod of muscle pressing against her. That was the last thing she wanted to touch, although in the back of her mind she felt curious. Ladies did not talk of such things, but she had overheard a few things from the some of the servants that she ran into when she'd gone to market. She knew that if he wished to take her maidenhood, he was certainly equipped to do so.

Norton let go of her hands with one of his own for a moment, and released his breeches, letting them drop, and baring his cock to her widening eyes. The sight of his aroused cock frightened Kaitlyn, but she felt the dampness between her thighs grow a bit more. He took the hand he still held and guided her fingers to touch his flesh. She felt him shudder a bit with the contact, as one fingertip brushed over the head of his cock, slipping into the precum oozing from it. She swallowed hard, trying to resist the curiousity that she couldn't help but feel. She found herself touching him lightly of her own free will for a moment, and then he was leaning forward, his lips a mere hairsbreadth from her own.

"It's ok." Norton's eyes locked on hers, and she could feel the warmth of his breath on her lips. Kaitlyn's natural instinct was to lean in and let him kiss her. She found her eyes closing, and her body shifting ever so slightly, until her lips were touching his. Neither of them moved for a few moments, then suddenly footsteps were heard again outside the door. Santanna's voice called out "Kit Boy, you in there?" Before she could even answer, the door was flung open by the huge man, and he stood glowering at the pair of them. Squinting against the dimness that made it even more difficult to see, he stepped further into the room, looking hard at Kaitlyn. Scowling, he nodded. "Jest as I thought," he muttered. Turning to Norton, he growled, "Get 'er dressed while I wait outside. We're takin' 'er to the C'pn afore any more trouble comes o'this."
 
The pain/pleasure of her nails lit a fire in his stomach that the feel of her nipples between his fingers did nothing to quell. As her nails slid downwards over his chest his own hands tightened on her, moulding the firm flesh of her breasts and bringing a growl from his lips.
 
Norton dressed in a quiet, somber mood. His pants once more clung to him, dripping with sweat and arousal that just would not go away. Twice, he had been stopped twice tonight.
Already, that deadly dull ache in his balls were sliding up. He'd been constantly in a state of arousal for over an hour. His cock, half erect, would not take no for an answer, and the balls blurted out pain every time he moved.
He had blue balls, one of the worst cases in history.
Twice... God damnit, twice. He just wanted to cum, he just wanted to slide between a hand, or a mouth, or luscious thighs and fucking get off, that's all. Why did he have to be fucking stopped twice now?
He seriously though of slipping Santana's neck. Santana was a great guy, a wonderful old coot, but in this state of heightened frustration and confusions, he would have considered killing just about anyone who stopped him.
He climbed up several barrels and cages of chickens, fetching her clothing, roughly putting them in her outstretched arms. He ddin't look at her much anymore. He spoke even less.
At least he wouldn't get in trouble. He had a horrible scare for a moment that it was Jared, and his cursed whip that was on the other side of that door. Santana was far from a pleasent surprise, but it was the lesser of two evils.
"Kaitlyn," he said, waiting for her, the door open, Santana on the other side. If he had a smug look on his face, it didn't show.
"The captain'll be waiting..."
Each time he took a step, his discoloured and overly used balls squeezed out pain that seemed to mock this very evening.
Twice!!!
 
Kaitlyn

Kaitlyn was not certain whether she should be relieved or disappointed by Santanna's appearance. Rationally, she knew she should be relieved, but something interesting had been happening here, and she found just a slight feeling of loss as Norton climbed up and fetched down her shirt. She slipped her trousers on and then into the shirt, without a word. Norton seemed very upset, but she wasn't sure if it was with the interruption, with her, or just with everything in general. He would barely look at her as he threw his own clothing on.

When they had finished dressing, Kaitlyn pulling the shirt over her bare breasts and tying it in a knot to keep it closed, Norton moved to the door and opened it. "Kaitlyn," he said, his voice expressionless, motioning for her to precede him. "The captain'll be waiting..." Those words caused fear to rise inside her again. Her hands were trembling, as she stepped into the narrow corridor, flanked on one side by Santanna and the other by Norton.

"So, yer name's Kaitlyn, eh? Pretty...." Santanna's voice was rough, but kind. Norton did not speak, but she noticed him grimacing a bit as they walked, as if he were in some sort of pain. She hoped it was not her fault, but didn't see how it could be. She wanted to ask what they thought he would do to her, but her throat seemed closed off. She wanted to cry, but would not allow herself to do so. Perhaps attempting to show strength would give her some. They continued onward toward her fate.
 
It was night time, and the captain's quarters were closed. Those were two instances where one did not disturb the captain, unless they wanted to go a round with Jared's whip.
Certain emergences arose, needing an expert opinion, and since Norton didn't want to go specifically to Jared, or Karisma. Karisma might get too much of the story, think that Norton had tried to rape Kaitlyn or something.
Was it far from the truth?
They had done something wrong, and his intentions hadn't been pure... along with the fact that he just about forced her. Yes, if a woman in command heard the story, he could see himself hanging from the main mast by morning.
The captain, along with a few misplaced details, might just make it so that he can see the light of day without much of a scratch on his hide.
He knocked on the door, loud enough for a sleeping man to hear, but not soo loud as to misinterpret urgency or panic.
"Sir, we have some bad news. I suggest it be squared away here and now. If it were anything else, I'd wait until morning, but Santana and I feel it should be dealt with as soon as possible."
All of a sudden it was Santana's and his own decision. Norton sighed, trying to get the best spin on this. Finding out a guy was a girl, might be enough... it just might.
The pain in his crotch, sending sharp ripples through him as each second passed told him differently though.
Norton rapped again, making sure he was heard.
"Captain?"
 
His hardness was digging into Karisma's heat as she sat, facing him, on his lap. Ill advised or no, he was going to take his second in command right here in his quarters - judging by the expression on her face, Karisma was feeling the same mix of surprise and need as he was.

Then came the knock on the door - Karisma leaping out of his lap like a scalded cat. Lust she might feel for him, but she wasn't going to risk the damage to her reputation of being caught in flagrante delecto!

Straightening his clothes and replacing his shirt he fought to regain command presence.

"Come in!"
 
Kaitlyn

Kaitlyn's face was completely drained of colour as she was semi-marched through the corridors to stand outside the Captain's quarters. Santanna stood quietly beside her, allowing Norton to do the honours. She began to tremble, still feeling the tears threatening to come to the surface, but she fought them, blinking hard. She felt Santanna's large hand come to rest on her shoulder and squeeze gently. She realized suddenly just what he had said regarding her name earlier, and that he had known probably all along just what she was. The thought made her feel even more grateful to the older man than she already had.

"Courage, Girl," he said softly. "Stay strong. I cain't promise what C'pn'll do with ya, but we'll see."

Kaitlyn nodded, and felt her stomach lurch again as she heard rustling noises from inside the cabin and the Captain's rough voice bidding them to enter. He did not sound particularly pleased, and that made her even more wary. The two men led her into the room, and closed the door behind them, and now she was facing the Captain at last.
 
Karisma

His touch felt so good as he grabbed hold of her body. The the knocking. She jumped up quickly tucking in her shirt and went over to the maptable to gain her composure.

It was only her intention to get her needs filled and not her reputation ruined. If things got out that she had a softer feminine side then all hell would break loose and the men would try everything and anything to get to her.
 
Aaaah, Santana... What do you need, old man? The captain's voice was harsher than normal, and he allowed his mouth to quirk in an uncharacteristic sneer of sarcasm, going quickly on the attack in order to hide his discomfiture.

Don't tell me that this rascal has been in the stores? Honestly - even if it's true, you'll find my officers more than capable of thrashing a scullion for you. Hell, you're capable of that yourself!

But there was something more, something different. The boy was obviously beside himself with upset, and Santanna's face was a grim mask.

There's more to this than is apparent, isn't there? Well? Out with it!
 
Kaitlyn & Santanna

"Aaaah, Santana... What do you need, old man? "

Kaitlyn could hear the harshness in his voice and she winced slightly, for it only fueled her fear. Risking a glance at the Captain's handsome face, she saw he wore a sneer, and her heart sank even further. She noticed the woman named Karisma was still in the room, standing over by the table, looking slightly flushed. She dropped her eyes again, studying the toes of her boots.

"Don't tell me that this rascal has been in the stores? Honestly - even if it's true, you'll find my officers more than capable of thrashing a scullion for you. Hell, you're capable of that yourself!"

Santanna had not yet spoken, nor had Norton. They just continued to flank her, not touching her at the moment.

"There's more to this than is apparent, isn't there? Well? Out with it!"

Apparently the Captain had not yet noticed that she was now sporting a pair of breasts. She realized that the shirt she wore, even though tied up below her breasts, was blousy enough that they were not that obvious.

Santanna looked grimly at the Captain, at her, and then at Norton. "I've nuthin' to say at present, C'pn. Norton, here, he has sumthin' to tell ya. Then I'll speak my piece." He fell silent again. Both he and Kaitlyn waited to see what the other man would say.
 
Norton tried to calm himself down. He swore he could still smell sex, and the crash of bodies together was at his very tongue. Were he a smarter man, and looked more closely, he might have even seen the ruffled clothing and flushed faces.
But the captain and her lover caught Norton at a particularly bad time for him, and the constant pain that trembled through his thighs made anything other than the obvious dismissable.
His nose did pick up a whiff of musk and sex that he could not deny.
"It's the cabin boy, sir. We were doing a little friendly hazing in the decks below, and it was revealed to us that Kit... is actually a woman stowaway named Kaitlyn. She disguised herself as a man, coming on here, trying to run away from something. I didn't get the specifics, that's why I came here for you to take care of it. I don't want the poor girl getting hurt or roughed up by some of the men below."
That seemed like more than enough. Norton stood there, a little better for his beating. He was just glad this entire thing was over, and he could go back now and pretend this horrible sex filled night never happened.
 
The captain's face paled as he took in what Norton was saying. That there was obviously more to the story than the bare face of it was immediately obvious to him.

"The initiation, I presume? he rasped harshly, aware that things had happened in roughly the worst possible manner. He turned to Kit... ...make that Kaitlyn... ...with an expression of pale calm that was all the worse because the eyes blazed with fury.

"Are you aware of what you've done? And the stupid manner in which you've done it? This is no merchant crew, obediant lapdogs, this is a Corsair band, and when we see something we want we TAKE it! I can't release you back into the lower decks dressed as a boy with the work of a boy now! There'd be knife fights every hour. Nothing would get done!"

He turned to Norton. "See that the duty Navigators for the next three watches know EXACTLY where they're going. This girl is YOUR responsibility until I decide what's to be done with her."

He turned his attention back to Kaitlyn.

"You and I will meet again when I've decided what the hell I'm going to do with a stowaway, when I know how you are going to pay your way this cruise and when I work out exactly how to communicate my... ...displeasure... ...to the crew."

Back to Norton again he gave his orders.

"Take her away! Keep her confined - I don't care if you put the bitch in irons or lock her in a trunk - just make sure she doesn't get out of your sight!"
 
Blinking his eyes he looked up from the table…

“What a fucking night” he gurgled the last bit of wine that was still in the recesses of his mouth…

Bolting up then looking about, no one was there in the mess…

“The fuck?” his hand slide thru his locks as he gathered himself…

Shaking his head slightly he stood from his seat, his hand instantly sweeping his thigh for his whip, his eyes wide feeling it not there… Gritting his teeth he bolted up, his demeanor quickly changed from somber to devilishly angry…

He bolted up to the deck seeing a officer pretending to be Jared…

“You stupid rats, get back to work” the officer shouted in a joking voice, lazily flinging the whip about…

The deckhands roared in laughter…

If only they could see, his eyes seemingly even turning red in rage, his teeth gritting tightly as he stepped into the light of the deck, his form shaking slightly in unbridled rage…

This new officer had no idea who he was dealing with, but he was quickly going to find out…

The officer turned and laughed…

“I shall deal with this dolt!” he chuckled as the crew stepped back, Jared had instilled the fear of god in all of them, but this officer seemed ignorant to the fact that Jared to slit his throat with out a second thought and feed him to the fishes…

As the officer tried his hand at using the whip, letting it fly in a sloppy manner only to have it wrap around Jared’s wrist and mammoth forearm…

A quick and powerful jerk and the officer fell off his high pedestal, slamming to the ground with a deep thud that echo thru the bowels of the ship…

His grin was something no one wanted to see as he stepped towards the one that impersonated him…

“Ah, so you think I am funny do you?” his vicious grin grew wider…

The officer bolted up and spoke defiantly…

“That’s right, al you do is torment this crew and I think you’re an ass for doing so!” he readied himself to fight…

Struck back with a laugh in Jared’s voice…

“Oh, is that so?” he laughed as he rolled the whip and placed it to his side…

Looking to a deckhand…

“Give this man a sword…” as he looked back to the officer…

“Tell you what, if you kill me, you can take my position as the Crew Master.”

“This is going to be rich” the officer chuckled…

“Prepare to say hello to Davey Jones” he once more laughed as he charged with saber in hand…

“HA!” as he slashed at what seemed to be a haze of Jared as he stepped back in quick succession…

The man had no time at all to react to see a balled fist contact hard to his cheek, the sounds of teeth cracking and a skull fracturing echoed thru the deckhands…

Then the sounds of Jared laughing as the man fell to the ground bleeding from his nose…

“How the mighty fall.” Jared laughed once more, the officer bolting up at the comment…

“I’ll kill you yet!” he bellowed as he tried and tried with an arcing blade to try and subdue Jared, but only met with laughter, then numerous blows to his ribs and kidney’s, again to his knees he fell…
 
She swung around at the news of the stowaway that was actually a female. How could it be , but it was not the first time it had happened. Usually a male chile wanting to leave home for an adventure.

"Captian, I tol you something was diffrent about this one. " she spoke harshly knowing she had been right. she walked up to the girl.

"Girl ye know you be in trouble now. All these men and you the little dainty thing ye be. The crew will have a field day wit this one and you will be the center of it all. Dangerous buiness here on the high seas of a lootin ship. Any trouble at all and there be 'ell to pay" Karisma made her way back over to Norton

"Norton I here you leave this lass for one moment and I'll have yer 'ead. got it" Her scowel shone thought and it was not one many forgot easily.
 
Kaitlyn & Santanna

There was pure terror in her now. Kaitlyn had never seen anyone as deadly angry as the Captain was. His face was an unhealthy pallor, and his eyes were blue fire. If looks could kill, she would be dead where she stood. His voice was more frightening in its calmness than it would have been had he yelled at her.

"You and I will meet again when I've decided what the hell I'm going to do with a stowaway, when I know how you are going to pay your way this cruise and when I work out exactly how to communicate my... ...displeasure... ...to the crew."

She listened to his orders to Norton, remembering the other man's threats to lock her in the cargo hold and let every other man on the ship know where she was. Would he do that now? Would he continue what he'd started with her, and finish it this time? Karisma walked over to her, speaking to her sharply.

"Girl ye know you be in trouble now. All these men and you the little dainty thing ye be. The crew will have a field day wit this one and you will be the center of it all. Dangerous buiness here on the high seas of a lootin ship. Any trouble at all and there be 'ell to pay"

Before she could even answer the woman, her attention was turned away toward Norton. She frowned at him as she spoke. "Norton I here you leave this lass for one moment and I'll have yer 'ead. got it"

It sounded as if Karisma wanted to make sure she would be protected, but she wasn't sure if it was for her sake, or for the sake of the ship. Probably the latter, she guessed, her thoughts whirling about. She couldn't even speak, but she looked toward Santanna with such pleading in her eyes, he now spoke.

"C'pn, I'll take on the care o'the lass if ya like. I'm sure Norton has better things t'do than keep an eye on 'er, and she is right handy in the galley. She won't leave the galley w'out me. I can lock 'er in my cabin at night so's she'd be safe like until yore ready to deal with 'er."

So saying, Santanna and Kaitlyn both waited to see what the Captain would decide.
 
Although, in his fury, he wanted the girl out of his sight and his orders obeyed, Captain Rieper had not reached his position by disregarding good advice from his crew.

"Very well, Santanna. Norton, you're released to your duties, man. Santanna - you're accepting responsibility for keeping the girl out of sight. Make what use of her you can while I decide what's to be done with her permanently. Now out of my sight, all three of you."
 
Norton turned, without a second glance and left. He had no desire to stick about, unless the captain decided to change his mind again. Norton couldn't keep it secret there was a woman aboard, a virgin no less. HE would be fighting them off with a whip left and right. Let some old cook do it.
He just wanted to go to bed. Too many sexual advances for the night had warped his brain. Going down to the lower decks, where the not so accomidating rooms where. He was lucky not to be in the general populace, with the single bunk bed room. He had his own, nothing special, and certainly nothing to brag about, but he could sleep at night.
Opening the door, it took him a while not to see if the woman on his bed was simply a mirage. Maybe his blue balls had contracted her in a way to ease their urge.
No, Bridgette was there, fingering herself, looking at him with lustful dreary eyes. Norton smiled.
"Milady, do you mind if I join you?" He already walked toward her.
 
Kaitlyn & Santanna

Kaitlyn felt faint with relief when the Captain agreed that Santanna could take over her care for the moment. The old man was relieved as well, although he'd never show it. At the Captain's dismissal, Norton had turned on his heel and left the cabin hurriedly, not even glancing back to the other two. Santanna nodded to the Captain and Karisma, and then taking Kaitlyn's arm in his large hand, steered her out of the room.

"Tis not as bad as I feared, Girl. Ye'll be safe with me for the moment. Old as I be, none o'the scalawags'll take me on."

He gave her a lopsided grin, and Kaitlyn gave him a weak smile in return. They neared the stairs and she realized that they were going to have to cross the deck to get back to the safety of the galley. As they climbed up, they heard voices shouting. Although, the words could not be determined, one of the voices was decidedly Jared's. Kaitlyn shrank back a bit, more fearful than ever of the Crew Master. She wasn't certain if he'd do anything to her without the Captain's ok, but she didn't want to find out. Santanna urged her onward, stepping in front of her as they moved into the open air.

The sight of Jared and the other man fighting met their eyes, and Kaitlyn had to choke back a scream at the visciousness of the beating she was witnessing. Despite herself, a sound escaped her lips, and Santanna turned to her. "Don't call attention to us, Girl. That would not be wise at th' moment." They moved as quickly as the old man dared toward the other set of steps leading downward again, and were almost there, when they were spotted.
 
Karisma

Karisma watched as the three of them turned and left the capians quarters. She was quite annoyed at the fact that this secret could ruin the reputaion of the ship and it's crew, especially her, if it got out. A pirate ship looting with a dainty thing like that on board. They would be a laugh for letting the girl on and not noticing in the first place.

"Well 'ell captian. That be quite the amusment of the day nowwhat ya gonna do wit the lass. I'd throw her to the crew and let them have 'er. It would keep them from fighting for the rest of the time or at least till we reach the next dock"

She made her way back over to the desk and sat back on the corner as she did when she first entered a while ago.
 
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