4 comments/ 60266 views/ 24 favorites Bound At Sea Ch. 01 By: Linda_Laine The Abduction of Charlotte Brooks She was quite young when it had happened but the memory was still fresh in her mind. Late one night in 1680 a large crew of Pirates had arrived in London and began a mass raid of the city, triggering chaos. Shops were robbed, families killed and riches stolen. Her father, Commander Vincent Brooks rallied the defence and fought back against the Pirates and their Captain. It had been a long and violent night, full of bloodshed. She could remember holding onto her mother for dear life when the Pirates had stormed their home and how her mother had fought against them, only to fall at the stab of a sword. The dirty, ugly face of the man who had slain her mother never left her mind, nor did the look of delight on his face when he and his companion noticed her hiding underneath the table. She screamed and ran for her life, the pirates laughing as they chased her only to be stopped by members of the defence who had seen the house on ablaze. The pirates fled and Charlotte and her deceased mother were moved into a safer location. She later heard stories how her father had fought the captain of the pirate crew and had brought the end of him and how the first mate, Andre West, had sworn vengeance against him as they fled. Even though it did not bring her mother back, Charlotte had always felt that the killing of the Captain had been revenge enough. He had brought those men into her city and was therefore responsible for all the murders that had taken place that night. From that time on, Charlotte's Father rarely let her out of his sight. He had taken her on all of his journeys across the seas, determined never to leave her alone, never to leave her defenceless. 'Do you not think it is unwise to bring her along on the seas?' asked one of the crewmembers as she stood at the end of the boat, looking down at the waves crashing against the ship. 'I would rather protect her myself than leave her in the care of someone I cannot fully trust,' replied Charlotte's father sternly, his tone indicating the subject was not open to discussion. 'Andre West knows of her and knows she is my weakness. I'd rather keep her close to me where I can protect her.' The threat made by the Andre West had been an empty one as no pirates had arrived to seek revenge against her father in the last sixteen years. Of course there had been Pirates in the city since then but they only took part in petty crimes and were rounded up quickly- enough of them that is. There were always holes for rats and snakes to hide in. Her Father had been given the highest honour after that terrible night, ensuring their family enough wealth and power for the coming years. Her Mother's death never went forgotten and was always mourned by those who knew her. Her Father never remarried and, although it was customary for someone of her age to be married by the age of Twenty-One, Charlotte remained at home and in his company. She highly suspected that he didn't want to part with the last trace of his wife but she knew sooner or later it would have to happen. Of course people understood and sympathised with her Father but Charlotte was certain there were whispers about how unconventional and shameful it was not to have a daughter married by her age. She was aware that the son of a trading company had mentioned to his Father how he would like to see more of her and from what she had heard, there had been talks about it yet her Father seemed hesitant. She could do worse, she thought. Much worse. 'By God, Vincent!' cried Wells, the Owner of the Trading Company, as a servant filled his wine glass. He was a short, round man with a thick grey moustache. 'She is Twenty-One! Surely it is time for her to be married?' he smiled drunkenly, nodding at Charlotte who sat at the end table next to Mr. Well's Son, James. She was dressed in the finest black corset and dress, complimenting her voluptuous figure and bust and her golden blonde hair was fashioned in a series of bouncy curls. She beamed at her Father with her wide blue eyes and he turned looked down at his half empty glass thoughtfully. One of the servant boys quickly came over to refill it, although her Father didn't seem to pay him much attention. Charlotte found herself looking at the servant boy but only briefly. He was new, she noted. She had been here many times and knew all of the servants' faces, even if she didn't know their actual names. She had taken to giving each of them their own petname, although she never addressed any of them that way. She didn't quite know why she did it but entertained her. It was as if she were creating characters from life-sized dolls and seeing them interact with each other on invisible strings. 'Perhaps you are right,' was his response and Mr. Wells laughed heartedly. 'James is going to Spain next Friday on some business,' said Mr. Wells, now smiling broadly, his cheeks flushed. This was the drunkest she had ever seen him. 'Perhaps Charlotte could accompany him?' Her Father's head jerked up, looking alarmed. Mr. Wells only laughed again, patting him on the arm. 'Calm down, dear fellow,' he said. 'I only meant to see what kind of business James and I do. After all, when was the last time she left London?' 'Oh yes, Father!' piped up Charlotte. 'It's been so long since I've been abroad. Please can I go?' Vincent looked torn. Charlotte's face was lit up with excitement and he hated to disappoint her. The last time they had been abroad she had been fifteen and, if memory served him correctly, she had been miserable the entire trip. Andre, Vincent noted, had not been heard of for years and must have surely have been killed by another pirate crew. Slowly, Vincent nodded and Charlotte clapped her hands together. 'Thank you, Father!' she exclaimed happily and her Father gave a feeble smile. Charlotte tried not to look too happy about the prospect of a new adventure and it was only when she noticed the new male servant smiling at her did her own smile falter. He followed his fellow servants into the corridor but something about him had unnerved her. 'Excuse me,' she said, still smiling and got up from her seat and went into the corridor, where she saw the male servant going up the stairs. Pulling up her dress slightly, she followed him up the stairs and round the corner. He turned, looking amused. 'Anything I can help you with, Miss?' he asked. Charlotte froze, unsure of what to say. Why had she followed him up here again? Because there was something in that smile, the very smile he was giving her right now, that intrigued her. 'What is your name?' she asked suddenly. 'Jimmy, Miss,' he replied and bowed, still smiling wittily. Was he being sarcastic with her? 'Is there anything the Madam requires?' he asked. 'N-no,' she stammered. 'I was just heading to the rest room. I'm feeling rather ill,' she lied. 'Then don't let me keep you, Miss,' he said and stood aside to let her pass. Blushing furiously, she walked past and went into the rest room, only coming back after she had decided enough minutes had passed. She did not see Jimmy for the rest of the night. Charlotte and her Father returned home a few hours later and bade each other good night. Charlotte was helped out of her corset and dress by one of her maid's and slipped into her nightdress before retiring, the imagery of the ocean now playing in her mind and she fell asleep with a smile. * The next day Charlotte went to an afternoon tea to tell her friends of what had transpired the night before. 'James Wells is a good man,' commented Victoria, smiling. 'Imagine all the travelling you could be doing. Finally you can go on those adventures you dreamed of as a child. Ones not restricted by your father's wishes,' she added. Charlotte laughed. 'I doubt I'll be doing much travelling with him and nothing is official yet,' she reminded them. 'James Wells has been requesting more time with you for the past year,' said Francesca, taking a sip from her cup. 'I would not be surprised if you're married by next summer.' Charlotte reddened at this and drank from her cup with no comment, thinking over Francesca's remark. Could she really be married by next year? How would her Father feel about this? Happy or sad? She tried not to think about this and joined the conversation again. 'I would have to say yes before such a thing transpires,' she reminded them, smiling. 'James Wells is a diamond in the rough,' replied Francesca. 'This city is full of well off men, but not many good ones. He would treat you like a Queen. If you do not agree to marry him, I certainly will.' Charlotte raised her eyebrows, bringing her cup to her lips. 'You would have to work very hard to divert his attention from me,' she smiled. Francesca shrugged, smiling herself. 'Oh, I am sure I could find some way to grab hold of his attention.' Victoria sighed, rolling her eyes. 'Oh can you two please stop antagonising each other?' she asked. 'We are not antagonising each other,' replied Francesca. 'Just a little joke. Now, if you'll excuse me,' she stood up and pushed her seat back. 'I'll only be a moment,' and she left the room. Victoria leant in towards Charlotte, lowering her voice. 'She's right, Charlotte. James Wells would treat you very well but he will not wait forever. The last thing you want to see is Francesca walking down the street with James' children.' 'I suppose you are right,' Charlotte took a sip from her drink. 'But I do worry about my Father.' Victoria's lips tightened. 'Charlotte, I admire your Father. I really do. But he has to learn to let go and let you live a life of your own. The sooner he realises that the better.' * Charlotte's excitement grew with each passing day. Her Father didn't share her enthusiasm and looked down right miserable, looking grimmer every day. On the day of her departure, her Father accompanied her to the docks where they met James and his Father. Charlotte hugged and kissed her Father goodbye and, with the help of James, boarded the ship. She stood on the deck and waved to him, the salt water stinging her eyes but she smiled nonetheless. Her Father raised a hand in farewell as the ship started sailing and soon he was a small shape in the distance. She feebly let her hand drop, suddenly feeling very exposed. 'Are you feeling OK, Charlotte?' asked James and she turned to him, smiling. 'Yes. I just hope my Father will be fine,' she admitted. 'He is ever so protective of me.' 'I do not blame him,' replied James, smiling. 'What do you think of the ship?' he asked and they began walking along the deck, past the workers. 'It is magnificent,' she replied in awe. 'The fastest ship on the British Seas,' James said proudly. 'Well- the fastest non-Navy Ship,' he corrected himself. 'The Captain's Daughter! What a fine ship! We'll port in France. I have a friend there. I'm sure you will get along.' 'I look forward to meeting him,' replied Charlotte, smiling gently. Charlotte smiled all day and allowed James to show her to her room where all her possessions were now being kept. It was a long yet exciting day and after having a delicious meal, she retired to her room to sleep. She fell asleep the moment her head touched the pillow, letting the gentle motion of the rocking ship take her away into dreams of adventure. She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep when she was awoken by gunshots, the clanging of swords and the yells of battle. She slipped out of bed, pulled on her dressing gown and cautiously walked to the window, pulling back the curtain and looked out to find the crew members fighting off a crew of pirates. Charlotte felt her heart drop into her stomach as she watched the onslaught- the crew stood no chance against the pirates. The blades danced in the moonlight, shimmering. Bodies fell with screams of anguish and Charlotte had to cover her mouth to silence her screams. That's when she saw them: the two men who had murdered her mother all those years ago. Their facial features were aged but unmistakably the same. They fought their way towards her cabin and she knew that, like so many years ago, she had to run. She had to find a way to safety but as she looked around her cabin she could see there was nowhere to go! It could not be a coincidence that they were attacking this particular ship. They were here for her! She ran to the other window and fumbled with the lock, forcing it open and the wind pushed through the open window, sending her hair blowing behind her. She looked down at the water and swallowed. There was no way she would survive long without any means of keeping herself afloat. She had learnt to swim before but had not done it in years. The door to her cabin was kicked in and she rounded on the spot, the two pirates stepping in with satisfied grins. 'Lookey here,' said the one on the right, rubbing her dark beard. 'Little Miss Blondie's all grown up.' The one on the left chuckled. 'Grown up she has,' he agreed. 'Quite the body on 'er too.' They slammed the door shut and the one on the right grabbed the rope that was meant to hold the curtains back during daylight hours and tied the door shut. Charlotte swallowed, her hand reaching out for something to grab to defend herself but there was nothing handy. The two pirates stepped forward, holding their swords up and licking their lips. 'Look so much like yeh Mother,' the one on the left sniggered. 'Go to hell,' said Charlotte frostily. The one with the dark beard laughed. 'Oh I don't doubt we'll be going to hell, missy. But if we're to burn we might as well burn happy.' The one on the left held up some rope, dangling it in front of her mockingly. 'There's no use in fightin' us, lovely,' he said. 'Yeh coming with us whether yeh like it or not. Make it easy on yehself.' Truth be told, she could see no way out of this predicament except throwing herself out of the window but that would surely seal her fate. At least with the pirates there was some chance she could be saved and so she offered her wrists and they tied the rope around them tightly, the rope pinching her skin. The one with the dark beard grabbed several pieces of her clothing and they pulled her along outside the cabin and she saw that many of the ship's crewmembers had been killed except five, including James. At the sight of Charlotte, he attempted to push forward only to be struck round the head by one of the pirates. 'Keep em alive,' the one leading Charlotte said. 'Captain West wants her father to know who did this,' he pointed at Charlotte and grinned down at James. 'Such a pretty thing, ain't she? Our mate tells us you wanna marry her.' Charlotte frowned. What was he talking about? How could one of their people know James had planned on marrying her? She looked at James questionably but he didn't appear to have an answer for her. 'We'll be off then,' said the one holding her clothes and they walked to a plank connecting the two ships, helping Charlotte aboard and then kicking the planks off into the ocean. The pirate ship began to sail away. Charlotte was rooted to the spot, watching as James ran to the side of his ship, calling out her name. Once the ship was out of sight, all eyes turned on her and Charlotte tensed. A pirate with a long, wiry beard approached her, smiling greedily. He reached out and touched her cheek and she flinched at the touch of his rough hands. The crew laughed. 'Told you she was a beauty,' came a voice and Charlotte looked to the source, finding the servant boy from the other night standing amongst the crew, eyeing her up like his fellow shipmates. 'Yeh weren't lying, Jimmy,' the one holding Charlotte said. 'Think the captain will be pleased?' 'Oh, I am,' said a voice from above and they all looked up at the Captain from the quarterdeck. He was smiling down at Charlotte and rubbed his hands together, walking down the stairs. 'You are Miss Charlotte Brooks, are you not?' he asked and she nodded. 'Daughter of Vincent Brooks?' 'Yes,' she said this proudly and she saw rage flash behind the Captain's eyes but they were soon flooded with childish glee. 'Then I need not explain why we have taken you, Miss,' he said and the crew laughed. He stepped forward and, like the ginger bearded pirate from before, touched her cheek but this time she refused to flinch, looking into his cold brown eyes with defiance. 'You look at me with such hostilities, Miss Brooks. I can see your Father in you but maybe it would be best to show a bit of respect in my presence,' he advised. 'Why would I do that for a murderer and a scoundrel?' she asked him and spat in his face. The crew stopped laughing, going deadly silent. The Captain took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped Charlotte's spit off his face. Charlotte glowered at him and he slapped her across the face with such force she fell to the floor. Now the crew laughed. Rough hands pulled her up, some going in for a quick grope of her bum or breasts. She continued to stare at the Captain distastefully ignoring her stinging cheek, which was now bright red. The Captain just smiled now and nodded at the ones holding her. 'Take her to my cabin,' he ordered and they forced her into his luxurious cabin. Some pulled out small knives and started to cut away at her nightdress and gown, despite her cries of protest until she was stark naked. She shook with shame, closing her eyes as silent tears fell down her burning cheeks. They untied her wrists and quickly retied them behind her back. They stopped to admire her naked form and all laughed. One stepped forward and pushed her down onto her knees. 'Stay there for the captain,' one told her and they all left her alone to contemplate what was to happen to her next. The door opened again and the Captain walked in, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her naked on the floor and on her knees. He unbuckled his belt and threw his sword and gun aside and then his hat, unleashing his long curly black hair. 'It took me many years to decide how to take my revenge on your Father for killing my Brother,' he explained as he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside. Charlotte's eyes now fell onto his muscled torso and arms. 'It only came to me recently that you are now his greatest weakness. It took some time for us to figure out how to get hold of you, but our new recruit Jimmy was more than happy to pose as a servant boy and find out how and when it would be best to take you.' He shook off his boots and then pulled his trousers down, revealing strong, muscular legs and his already hardened cock. Despite the fact his body was toned and muscular from all the hard work at sea, his face was not attractive. His nose and cheekbones were sharply pointed on his shallow and sickly looking face. She swallowed but the lump in her throat that wouldn't budge and she felt her throat tighten even more. She refused to look up but she could still feel his eyes burning down on her. 'You will not be returning to him, Miss Brooks,' he told her finally and she reluctantly looked up into his eyes, finding no remorse there. Instead his eyes were hard, cold and determined. 'He will not find you. I do not doubt he will look for you and that's the point. He'll look. He'll still have hope for awhile but eventually that'll fade and he'll have nothing.' She forgot that she was much smaller than him. She even forgot that her hands were tied behind her back and she was completely naked. She clumsily got to her feet and lunched herself at him to knock him off balance- anything to cause him pain but he was too fast for her and he grabbed her by her neck, choking her. She gasped for breath, his strong fingers tightening around her throat. He grinned at her with his filthy teeth and spat on her face. He threw her backwards and she fell onto her back. Bound At Sea Ch. 01 'Now we're even, Miss Brooks,' he bowed sardonically and watched as she struggled to sit herself up. He walked over to her and grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up onto her knees, now directing his now throbbing cock to her lips. 'You will pleasure me now, Miss,' he demanded. 'And be warned, if you do anything to displease me and I will throw you to the sharks. We'll see how long you last there.' She pressed her lips together tightly, defiant. He chuckled amusingly and held his thumb and finger over her nose, cutting off her air supply. She held her breath as long as she physically could but he was apparently ready to call her bluff and she had to part her lips for air. Once he saw his opening, he literally took it and thrust his cock into her mouth. With his hand pushing her head forward, he abused her mouth aggressively to the point where she found herself gagging and wrenching. He pulled his dick out and a thick line of saliva connected her bottom lip to the tip of his cock. The line broke and the saliva fell down onto her generous chest. She coughed violently, her eyes now watering. She glared up at him only to grow more furious at the excitement in his eyes. He laughed and pulled her up to her feet and kissed her hungrily. His free hand dove straight for one of her breasts and he began to fondle it, his thumb and finger teasing her erect nipple. He pinched and pulled, her nipple now red. He stopped kissing her and she spat on his face again, determined to get the taste of him out of her mouth but rather than react with anger, he just laughed. 'You've got some fight in you, girl,' he looked impressed. 'That's good. It'll be fun to break you nice and proper.' 'You filthy dog,' she snarled. 'I hope to see you dangling from the end of a rope one day.' He considered this thought and grinned. 'You might want to be careful what you say in the future, Miss Brooks,' he said happily. 'You never know what might happen. You've given me a fantastic idea for you. But for now, I think I'll continue with my fun. What do you think?' 'I do not believe you care for what I think,' she replied honestly and again, he considered this. 'You never know, Miss Brooks. I might be a very compassionate man.' 'I doubt that,' she said and she attempted to wriggle out of his grip but his fingers tightened their hold on her hair. 'Beg, Miss Brooks,' he said. 'Beg for me not to hurt you. Beg me to let you go.' She shook her head, even though it pained her to do so. She would not give him the satisfaction. 'It is your only chance, Miss Brooks. I might consider it tonight but afterwards, there will be no such reconsidering.' She swallowed her pride and her blue eyes met his cold ones. 'Please, Captain. Do not hurt me. Please let me go. I beg you to show me kindness,' she pleaded. 'I beg you to let me go and to not harm me.' He actually looked like he was considering it. His fingers loosened and for a brief second, she thought he might actually agree. But she was proved wrong and he pulled her in for another kiss, his tongue forcefully playing with her mouth. He then pulled her by her hair towards his bed and threw her onto it. She shrieked as he climbed on top of her. His fingers dived into her and she felt her body betray her. He laughed at her humiliation and she closed her eyes as tightly as she could, sobbing. He pulled his fingers off her and wiped them onto her lips. He grabbed her by her throat and forced his cock into her wet slit. She was crying in earnest now as he abused her, feeling his other hand grope her other breast. He was rough and unforgiving, his body slamming against hers. She knew he was unleashing all his anger out on her for the last sixteen years and she wished for nothing more than to be separated from her body, just so she didn't have to go through this pain. She wasn't sure how long it went on but his raspy breath and grunts told her that the end was coming soon. His hold over her neck tightened and he cried out in pleasure and she felt him ejaculate, his warm juices warming her up from the inside. He pulled out, the last little remains of his semen shooting onto her stomach. He looked down at his work, smiling with gratification. He pulled her up and again pulled her by her hair, this time leading her to a chair by his dinner table. He pushed her down onto it and proceeded to tie her wrists to each arm and her ankles to the chair's legs. 'Sleep well, Miss Brooks,' Andre grinned and turned back to his bed. 'I hope you enjoy your stay.' Bound At Sea Ch. 02 Chapter Two The Humiliation of Charlotte Brooks James had no idea how they managed to get back home with only five crewmembers to work the ship. They moved their fallen comrades into the hold of the ship. He could still feel the weight of their dead bodies in his arms as he dragged them down and helped lay them to the floor. He lent over the side, his head held low. He wasn't sure what was making him feel sick- the choppy waves or the fact he had failed to protect Charlotte. Perhaps it was a bit of both. He took deep breaths, taking in the salt air but it didn't help. He had let them take Charlotte! She was now their prisoner! But not just any prisoner...she was his prisoner. She was the prisoner of Andre West. They docked fifteen hours after having been attacked and, as James started to walk onto the dock, he realised just how bad the ship looked. Clearly the people at the dock thought so and they came rushing down to see. 'What happened?!' exclaimed the dock master. 'We were ambushed,' answered James. 'By Andre West's pirate crew.' James could literally see the dock master grow paler. 'Y-you mean...the Andre West? The first mate from all those years ago?' he asked and James nodded. 'Holy Mother of God. Charlotte Brooks was on the ship, no?' Again, James nodded. 'She was taken,' said James, his voice threatening to fail him. 'I must alert the guard. How many wounded?' asked the dock master. The surviving crewmembers walked down onto the dock and the dock master rubbed his forehead, now a pale shade of green. 'Dear God,' he mumbled and turned to the others who had come to see what had happened. 'We must alert the guard and Mr. Brooks!' he demanded. 'Go now!' The group ran up the dock and broke apart in different directions, some staying to help move the bodies from the ship and the dock master turned to James. 'You should go see your father,' he said softly but James shook his head. 'No. I must speak with Mr. Brooks. Charlotte was in my care,' he replied shakily and set off without another word. He was sure that word of Charlotte's abduction would reach Mr. Brooks before he could get there but he still needed to see him. By the time James reached the Brooks household, Mr. Brooks was running out to meet him. Mr. Brooks grabbed James by the shoulders and shook him angrily. 'Is it true?!' he cried. 'Did they take Charlotte?' James nodded and Mr. Brooks collapsed against him. Two guards pulled Mr. Brooks off James and helped him back into his house as he cried out in despair. James followed although he wasn't sure what he could do. Once Mr. Brooks was seated, he asked James to explain what had happened. James explained how they were attacked in the dead of night and how the battle broke out on the deck but they were outnumbered and out skilled. He continued to explain, with his voice now shaking uncontrollably, how they had taken Charlotte and had been given told to inform Mr. Brooks on who had taken his daughter. 'I must go and help her at once!' Mr. Brooks stood up. 'Sir, we can arrange a party to go and aid you,' said one of the guards. 'But it'll need planning.' 'I don't have time for that!' spat Mr. Brooks. 'I need to go straight away.' 'But Sir,' began James nervously. 'You cannot possibly save her by yourself. I will speak to my father and he can help with hiring men to help you save Charlotte but you'll have to wait.' 'We have no idea what they could be doing to Charlotte this very moment!' shouted Mr. Brooks. 'I will not sit by and-' 'With all due respect, Sir, but you rushing off into battle and getting yourself killed will not help Charlotte in the slightest,' said James and Mr. Brooks stopped. 'I only ask you wait until we have enough men to stand a chance.' Mr. Brooks sat down, his hands shaking. He nodded, silently agreeing. He would wait but not for long. # The next day she was awoken to Andre untying her. She felt groggy and her neck felt stiff while her wrists and ankles were burning. 'Good morning, Miss Brooks,' Andre crushed his lips against hers. 'Have a good night?' 'Go to hell,' she snarled and he smiled. 'Your clothes are on the bed and food on the table,' he told her. 'Feel free to have a walk around the ship. My men will not touch you,' he walked to the door and grabbed the handle. 'Yet,' he added as an after thought and walked out. She stood up and walked shakily to the bed, ignoring the plate of food. She pulled on a second nightdress and curled up on the bed. She didn't want to leave the room and she didn't think she could stomach eating anything. She closed her eyes and sobbed. She wasn't sure how long she laid there crying. It could have been hours for all she knew. The door opened and she sat up, finding Jimmy standing in the doorway. 'What do you want?' she asked, wiping her eyes. 'The Captain wanted me to check in on you,' he closed the door and looked at the table, where her food remained untouched. 'It wasn't personal,' he said suddenly, looking back at her. 'All this...not for me anyway.' 'So why do this to me?' she questioned. 'Why help them kidnap me?' He smiled uncertainly. 'We're pirates, love,' he shrugged. 'I needed to prove myself to them so I gave them what they most desired.' She hugged her legs, rocking on the bed. 'Please help me,' she pleaded. He shook his head. 'I can't. All I can do is offer you a bit of advice. Find out what the Captain likes and give it to him.' Her eyes went wide. 'Excuse me?' 'There are a couple of different ways this can end. He can either sell you off at the next port or he can keep you here,' replied Jimmy. 'And why would I want to stay in this God forsaken place?' she asked. He had an unreadable expression as he spoke. 'If he sells you, you can kiss any chance of being reunited with your father goodbye. Your father will sail to the end of the Earth to find you. What do you think will happen when he eventually finds this ship and you're not on it?' he asked. 'Do you think Andre will tell him where you are?' She shook her head. 'Well then,' he nodded at her plate. 'Eat that. It'll do you no good getting ill. Come outside when you're ready.' Jimmy left and she grudgingly walked over to the table and ate the food, chewing on it for far too long in an attempt to delay going outside but she eventually found herself walking to the door and stepping outside. The pirates were working tirelessly as they fought against the waves. She sat on the steps, watching them work silently. The sound of heavy footsteps behind her made her turn her head just as Andre sat down next to her. 'Look at them,' he said without meeting her eyes. 'My loyal crew. After our attack on your home all those years ago you could say we became like family.' Charlotte scoffed. 'Do you really expect me to believe that?' she asked. 'Why should it matter to me whether you believed it or not?' he questioned. 'I am merely stating a fact. I would die for my crew and they would die for me.' She stood up with the intention of finding somewhere else to sit but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down. 'I have told them that you belong to me for now,' he said, grabbed her chin and forcing her to look at him. 'But make no mistake that you will eventually become a shared property on this ship.' 'Is that how you see me?' she snarled. 'Property?' 'Personally I see you as a means to an end,' he replied coolly. 'Your Father's suffering is all that matters to me. Your Father suffers and I get to own you.' She bristled. 'Own me...' she repeated. He nodded. 'Own you. I own you.' She could tell he enjoyed saying it and it made her feel sick. Her eyes darted to the left and she saw Jimmy watching them. His words of advice now played in her head and she swallowed. She looked back into Andre's cold eyes. She ran a hand up his leg and he looked confused at first but once he felt her hand brush against his crotch, he smiled. 'That's a good start, Miss Brooks,' he said quietly. 'I'll be seeing you later,' he jumped up to join his crew. Charlotte spent the rest of the day watching the crew work, silently accepting any food given to her. She was surprised by just how restrained the crew were with her. Maybe Andre was telling the truth when he told her his crew was loyal. She had expected at least some snide comments but they were surprisingly well mannered or completely silent. She watched as the sun fell, the once blue sky now shades of burning oranges and pale purples until finally night took hold and the half moon rose from its slumber, awakening the darkness and the crew made their way down to the lower levels. Andre stood by his door, watching her expectantly. She stood up and approached him. He opened the door for her and she walked inside, Andre following her. He closed the door and lit the candles before turning to her. She swallowed. 'What would you like?' she asked shakily. 'Excuse me?' She tried to keep her voice even. 'You own me. I am yours to command. What would you like?' He smirked and grabbed one of the chairs, dragging it to the foot of the bed. He sat down on it. 'I want to watch you pleasure yourself,' he told her. She nodded and stood in front of him. She kept eye contact with him as she stripped, feeling her cheeks flood with colour. Once she was naked, she sat on the bed and spread her legs. 'Do you like what you see?' she asked. 'Very much, Miss Brooks,' he replied. 'Now lean back and pleasure yourself for me.' She lent back on her elbows, propping her feet up on the bed. She reached down and entered herself with two fingers, feeling herself grow wet instantaneously. Although she would hate to admit it, this was something she did often in the dead of night while her mind raced with wild fantasies. One of her favourite fantasies involved her being ravished by the servants (occasionally she swapped the male servants with the female ones, even though she knew it was wrong) so she decided to close her eyes and focus on that. 'No,' said Andre and she opened her eyes. 'I want you to look at me.' She grudgingly looked into his eyes as she masturbated only to suddenly feel aroused. The candlelight bounced off her naked body and she couldn't help but think that if she were doing this with someone she loved, that this would be a very romantic experience. But instead here she was pleasuring herself under the intense gaze of her kidnapper, so why was she enjoying it? He licked his lips hungrily and she found herself smiling. Her eyes fell and she saw that his erection was pushing against his trousers. 'Are you enjoying yourself, Captain?' she asked. Why am I enjoying this? I shouldn't be enjoying this. 'You will call me Master, Miss Brooks,' he demanded and she felt her stomach jump at his words. 'Are you enjoying yourself, Master?' she corrected herself. 'I am,' he replied. 'Tell me how it feels.' 'It feels very good, Master,' she said, slipping a third finger inside her. Her face was flushed with colour and her breathing grew heavier. She really was enjoying herself. He has kidnapped you! She reminded herself. He took you from your home and he abused you! Andre stood up and began to undress until he stood in front of her completely naked. 'You belong to me, Miss Brooks,' he said sternly. 'Do you understand?' 'Yes, Master,' she moved her fingers faster, feeling herself grow closer to the edge. 'And you will do anything I say?' She hesitated but saw he didn't like this. 'Yes, Master,' she said quickly. He grabbed her and pulled her up violently. He then turned her around and forced her on all fours. He grabbed her by the hips and forced his cock into her soaking wet pussy. She cried out in ecstasy, the abrupt violation sending a shock of pleasure right through her. She bit down on her bottom lip as he began to thrust against her, his thighs slapping against the back of her legs. His thrusts were so forceful that she could feel her ass shake with every impact. She looked back at him and he gave her a firm slap her across the face. 'I did not tell you to look at me, whore,' he snarled and she looked away, her eyes now fresh with tears and her cheek stinging. 'I am sorry, Master,' she apologised. His grip on her hips tightened and he pulled her back towards him as he thrust forward and she cried out again. The sound of their legs slapping against each other and her moans filled the room. 'Oh my God!' she exclaimed. Andre pushed her away and she fell on her stomach with a yelp. He sat down on the bed and pulled her on top of him. She had one hand on his shoulder and the other on his muscled chest as he lifted her up and down on his throbbing cock and she expected him to climax any second. She bucked her hips and sucked on her bottom lip but refused to close her eyes. His eyes looked into hers and she could see the hunger and desire behind them. He owned her and he loved every second of it. His hands ran down to her ass cheeks and gave them a hard squeeze. 'If only your Father could see you now,' he grinned and that broke her out of her trance. She went to slap him but he grabbed both her wrists. 'There it is!' he said happily and pushed her off him. 'There's the fire! Did you really think I would fall for such a trick?' he shouted and she kicked at him but he, with great strength, was able to block her attacks and climbed on top of her again. He forced his cock back into her slit and she cursed, closing her eyes tightly. He pinned her down, his weight crushing her. 'You were enjoying it,' he whispered into her ear. 'I could tell.' 'Go to hell!' she screamed. He started fucking her again and grabbed her by the throat. 'You would make a good whore, Miss Brooks!' he told her and she fought against him, her nails making contact with his cheek and he swore, pulling back. She sat up, glaring. He was livid. He got off the bed and quickly got dressed before leaving her. She took a few deep breaths and ran to the window, trying to pry it open. She had to get out. She couldn't stay here. The door opened and three of the pirates walked in, holding some rope. One smiled at her. 'Hello, Miss Brooks,' he said, walking towards her. 'Enjoying your stay?' 'Not in the slightest,' she replied briskly, stepping away from the window. He shrugged. 'Oh well. You're not really here to enjoy it now, are you?' he stopped and raised his eyebrows expectantly. 'Come here.' 'I do not appreciate being ordered about by some low life sea dog,' she said tartly. He gave a short laugh. 'Would you rather I asked politely?' he asked and although she didn't answer, he bowed. 'Please come here, Miss Brooks,' he said, straightening up and to his surprise, she moved off from her spot and walked cautiously towards him. 'I expected a bit more fight,' he admitted, grabbing her wrists and tying them together. 'You sound disappointed,' she noted, wincing as the rope pinched her skin again. 'There simply is no reason for me to fight against you. You outnumber me,' she said shakily. 'Well it's nice to see you're aware of your situation,' he mused, smiling wryly. 'It'll make things a lot easier.' She looked at him now with hard eyes. 'You should know that while you and your crew may break my body-' 'You mean abuse it,' he smirked. 'You will not break my soul,' she ignored his comment. 'To be honest, sweetheart, we're not really interested in your "soul",' he said and pushed her against the wall, his free hand reaching down and entered her. She gasped under his touch, cursing her body for betraying yet again her. He pulled out his fingers and wiped them on her chest. 'It's your cunt we're interested in,' he met her eyes and she hated to see the glee behind them. 'And your screams,' he pulled her along by the rope, which was far too big, and out into the cold night air, her nipples immediately erecting from the bitter chill. The pirates led her down to the lower levels and the collective smell of bad body odour and piss struck her violently, causing her to gag. The pirates pulled her down to the bottom of the ship to the crew's eating quarters and she froze at the sight of all the crew watching her, their excited eyes looking at her exposed body hungrily. She was pulled to the centre of the room, a few of the crewmembers reaching out for her as they passed, groping her chest or ass. The pirate threw the rope over one of the rafters and pulled down on it, lifting Charlotte's arms up over her head. The other two members helped him and pulled down on the rope, lifting Charlotte off her feet. Her face crumpled in pain, her arms and shoulders begging for release. The crew laughed at the sight of her dangling and one approached her, only for her to kick at him. He dodged it and while the crew continued to laugh, his face flushed with fury. He attempted to approach her again, grabbing her ankle once she attempted to kick him again. She tried to kick out with her other foot but he grabbed that as well and held both legs under one arm. He reached out, fingers outstretched, for her throat and tightened them around her gullet. She gasped for breath but his grip was tightening. 'You forget, Miss Brooks,' he spat. 'That on this ship you have no allies and no friends. Look around this room...every one of these men want to fuck you and guess what? They can and they will. You are our wench and we will take our pleasure with you. You best understand that.' He held his hand out and one of the pirates stepped forward and gave him some rope. The pirate holding her legs then tied her ankles together and let go. She swung back and fourth painfully. He clicked his fingers and the pirates let go of the rope. Charlotte fell, landing awkwardly and dropped to her knees. The pirate who had been holding her neck pulled his trousers down, freeing his hardened cock. He grabbed the top of her head and pulled on her golden locks. 'Suck me, wench,' he demanded and she shook her head. He pulled her hair again, harder this time and she gasped. Taking advantage of her momentarily open mouth, he thrust his cock inside and pushed her head forward until she gagged. He held her there, forcing her to take his entire dick and she wrenched loudly until he pulled out, her saliva dropping down onto her generous chest. She coughed, her eyes full with tears. Two more pirates stepped forward with their erect dicks. 'Suck them, wench!' one shouted from the side. She shook her head and one of them slapped her hard across the face. She cried out and they grabbed her by the hair. She closed her eyes tight, feeling the tip of one of their cocks press against her lips and she reluctantly opened her mouth and he pushed his dick in her mouth. He thrust his hips forward, his balls slapping her chin. She didn't react and this seemed to anger him. 'Move your damn mouth, wench,' growled the pirate and, with tears running down her cheeks silently, she started to participate. She bobbed her head, her tongue caressing his dick. 'Now me,' ordered another one and she stopped sucking the dick and took the other one in her mouth. This one wasn't as rough with her as the others, instead allowing her to pleasure him herself rather than throat-fuck her. More and more stepped forward for her to suck them off, one just standing there and letting her get along with it while others decided to play games with her. She would have to suck one dick before quickly moving to another, then another and back again. By the time she was done, her jaw was aching and her chest was covered in her own spit. She swallowed, her face beet red and her eyes drowned with tears. They pulled her up to her feet and they pulled down on the ropes, lifting her up again. Bound At Sea Ch. 02 'Well, lads,' said one pirates, rubbing his hand over her body. 'She's a good little cock sucker ain't she?' 'Aye!' the crew yelled in unison. 'But she was awfully aggressive at firs' weren't she?' 'Aye!' the voices agreed. The pirate smiled up at her. 'I think it's time she learns what happens when she tries to defy us, eh, lads?' They laughed and one came forward now with a knife in his hand. 'No...' mumbled Charlotte. 'Please. No.' In one swift movement the pirate cut the bonds around her ankles, freeing them. This wasn't what she had expected but now she knew their intentions and she started kicking again, screaming furiously but the pirate grabbed both her ankles and spread her legs. 'I like it when you scream, girlie,' he grinned and wrapped his arms around her thighs, reaching down for his dick. 'Scream for me.' He positioned his cock right against her slit and pushed it in. She cried, trying to get away but she had nowhere to go. His hands left the back of her thighs and were now gripping onto her plumb ass. She wrapped her legs around him, only to try and lessen the pain in her arms and shoulders. Mentally, she hated it, but her body was instinctively reacting to every thrust. It felt so good and she closed her eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips. She heard the pirate fucking her chuckle to himself and she bit down on her lip again in an attempt to stop any other moan from escaping. He pulled out and she started swaying again until another took his place. Were all of them going to fuck her? She looked out and saw Jimmy watching, his expression unreadable. Think of the fantasies, she told herself. Think of the servants. Think of the servant boys. Think of the servant girls. Pick any of them. It does not matter. Just imagine one of them. She imagined her favourite servant girl, Elizabeth, creeping into her bed and caressing her with her soft, gentle hands... Another pirate entered her, holding her ass with one hand and grabbing one of her breasts with the other. Elizabeth started to kiss Charlotte's neck, one hand on her waist. Charlotte ran her hands through Elizabeth's auburn hair, returning the kiss. 'Take it,' muttered the pirate, sweat on his brow. 'Take it all.' 'Don't hog 'er!' shouted one of the crewmembers and pulled the pirate away so he could get his turn. 'Oi! Who said it was your turn?!' challenged one of the pirates. Albert, Charlotte's favourite male servant entered her chamber and smiled at the sight of the two girls. They saw him and he held their gaze, undressing. Elizabeth's hands wandered down and entered Charlotte. Charlotte moaned and fell back into her pillow. Albert moved to the other side of the bed and offered her his cock. She started to rub it as Elizabeth started to kiss her way down Charlotte's body, first with her neck, then her stomach and finally- 'It's my turn ter fuck 'er!' a pirate pulled her close and pushed his dick inside. 'Oh God...' she mumbled. 'Yeah! Yer like big cocks don't you, yer slut?' he grinned. 'Yes...' she replied breathlessly. 'I think it's time,' said the pirate that had tied her up and the pirate fucking her pulled out, looking irritated. They let her down and she fell to her knees again, whimpering. What were they going to do next? Five of them circled around her and started to rub their dicks. One of the other pirates pulled on the robe, lifting her arms above her head. One of the pirates masturbating around her was breathing heavily and he suddenly climaxed, a hot jet of cum striking her cheek and she shrieked. 'Stay on your knees!' shouted one of the pirates masturbating as she tried to get up and he held her down. He pointed his cock towards her chest and ejaculated onto it. As soon as one pirate climaxed, one would take his place. They aimed for her face, her chest, her stomach and even her hair. Jimmy was standing in front her now, holding his dick so tightly his knuckles were right and he ejaculated, the cum hitting her eye and she shrieked again. 'I think that's enough,' said Andre, stepping inside and he looked down at her. 'You are now the property of everyone on this ship, Miss Brooks. When you are now with me, any one of these men can take you and fuck you as they so wish. Is that understood?' She closed her eyes and nodded. 'Good. Get some buckets and clean her up. Then put her in the cell,' he ordered and left. Several of the crewmembers grabbed buckets and went upstairs before coming back with seawater. They threw the buckets of water over her, cleaning her but making her eyes sting. They then grabbed her with rough hands and pulled her down even lower into the ship and threw her inside a smelly cell. They laughed at her, prodding her with mops like a caged animal until they got bored and left her. She curled up into a ball and sobbed. How was she going to survive this place?