2 comments/ 46551 views/ 17 favorites Katy Ch. 01 By: January85 Orphaned at a young age, Katlyn had never really felt like she belonged. The orphanage preferred nice, plain, polite catholic girls, and try as she may to fit in, she never could. Her mother had been a pagan, and she could never shake her mother's promiscuous reputation. In this day and age, a mother's crime was a daughter's legacy. Katy was average height, and had, for someone of barely 18 years, a very shapely figure. She wasn't large, she was curvy. She had larger breasts than the other girls; her figure was a perfect hour glass with more shapely hips compared to the very plain, shapeless bodies of other girls. And her love of being outdoors and any type of physical activity (she loved to run and jump, anything that made her feel alive) had also left her slightly more formed and tighter than the other girls. She hated her mature figure, but it was difficult to hide. She was young when she began to have men gawk at her, while she was walking down the street running errands for the Mothers at the orphanage, or playing in the church yard as men walked by. Many times the men would whistle, try to get her attention, and every so often even say something quite offensive. There was one man in particular, his name was John Brown, who was constantly coming by the church yard after drinking, and he said the vilest things to her. One time as she sat in church yard with a book, he came to the picket fence and, after staring for a while, said, "I bet you have that same honey blonde hair everywhere, don't you, darling? Up AND down stairs?" She blushed furiously and ran inside. Young girls in the orphanage were visited weekly by the single men in the town, in the hopes of finding them a marriage. However, it was not a great quality of men that would choose to marry an orphan with no possessions or money, so Katy had often hid away or played sick on these days, knowing that her unfortunate figure might attract some poor, perverse middle aged man. If a husband was not found, than one of two things would happen. One, a position would be found for the young lady in the orphanage, as a teacher, a nun, a cook, a housekeeper, ect. Or two, a husband would be chosen for her. Katy had tried so hard to please the nuns, to be as polite and quiet as possible, she even tried to keep herself from any type of exercise, all in attempt to win a place of permanence in the orphanage. However, the nuns, the priest, the elders, and even the influential ladies in town, never seemed to be satisfied with her. So as two nuns approached her with folded arms and grim faces, she knew what was about to happen. "Katelyn, your face is flush. Have you been running again? You know that is inappropriate for a young lady." Said Sister Mary "Yes, Ma'am, I am sorry. I craved fresh air." "Giving in to the cravings of your body leads to sin and a life devoid of virtues that please our Lord. Do you know what that type of life leads to?" She knew exactly what was coming next, but she did not speak. Sister Mary continued, "It leads to an eternity in hell, Katelyn." "Yes, Ma'am" she whispered quietly. She hid her anger, but she knew every time they said this to her that they were sure that her mother had gone to hell. "Well," started Sister Martha, "The Lord has proven his grace and mercy on this day. A man in the town has come seeking your hand in marriage, and we have approved and gave your consent. In a week, you will be married to Mr. John Brown." John Brown. Katy couldn't breathe. Of all the wretched men in this wretched town, this was the most perverse, alcoholic, violent and despicable man that existed. The worst part was, as she felt her hopes for any future happiness shatter, she saw a quick smirk appear on Sister Martha's face, though it was quickly removed. "Oh, I see" Katy thought, sadly, "They want me to be miserable, this is a punishment. They will doom me to a life of abuse and servitude to a man who I can never love or respect, and who will do god knows what to me in the dark hours of the night..." She began to cry. ------------------------------------------------ Katy hid under the loading dock before the sun rose, and she could hear the men above her carrying crates of supplies for the long voyage to America. All of her belongings fit into one small pouch, and half of its contents she had stolen a few hours before from the bed chambers of the nuns who had risen before the day began to pray. If she could not find a way out of this place, then today would be her wedding day. She let that realization give her the strength to step out into the foggy morning air and inquire as to where the she could find the captain of the vessel. The sailor looked her up and down slowly, not even bothering to hide his lustful gaze. He led her to the captain's quarters aboard the Raven. She was ushered in, and was shocked at the difference between this space compared to the ruggedness of the rest of the ship. It was a large room, the wooden deck was polished and had lavish, thick rugs scattered throughout. There was a sitting area, a large, four poster bed, a table and chairs, and a large desk at which the captain set. "Sir?" she asked shyly "What so you want?" He looked up, and there was a glimmer in his eyes, but he quickly composed himself, and looked her directly in the eyes. "Well..." she quickly summed up her situation, her urgent need to get away, and her hope of starting a new life in America. "I cannot take you if you cannot pay." He said sternly, but not cruelly. "Sir, I can pay off my voyage with labor. I am a strong worker, I know I could work as hard as many of the men you have. Or I could clean, cook, serve... I can earn my wage. And if you do not feel that it is earned when we reach America, I will find a way to pay you, with interest, for as long as it takes to free of the debt. Please, sir, I beg you!" tears began to well in her eyes as desperation set in. If she went back to the orphanage now, she would be lashed for stealing, and they would tell her betrothed, and she was certain he would punish her for attempting to escape him. "Ok, lass, I will allow it. However, do not expect to get off easy with payment... you will be forced to work hard for your passage." Had she not have been overwhelmed with relief and surprise, she might have noticed the edge to his voice. ----------------------------------------------- Katy was given a small corner in one of the supply rooms below deck. She slept huddled up in the corner with no blanket and ate only stale bread for three days. The captain had told her he would come get her when she was needed, and she was beginning to think that would never happen. He had warned her not to go on deck without him, because her presence would excite the men and he could promise her no safety. She was cold, hungry, alone, and terrified. Had he forgotten about her? Finally, she heard the creaking overhead as the latch was opened and there was a man descending the ladder. She stiffened when she realized it has not the captain, until he said, "The captain has sent me to fetch you. Be quiet and walk quickly." She realized it was dark as she was rushed into the captain's quarters. "I have been too busy to attend to you, but things have slowed down and it is time you start repaying your debt." His smile was devious. There was a large metal bathing tub with steaming water in it near his table and chairs. Suddenly Christa realized what he had meant by working hard to pay off her debt... and she froze with fear. "I thought you might enjoy a bath, I'm sure you need to clean up. I expect you to clean yourself thoroughly before each of our meetings." "Our... meetings?" she stammered. Katy Ch. 02 part two (first encounter) After she had dried off, she sat still wrapped in a blanket on the bed. A man had seen her nude. She could not believe that this would be her fate. She should have stayed in town and married that horrible John Brown, surely that would be a better fate than this. No... she thought, perhaps not. At least this man has promised not to beat me as long as I do as he says, she was sure John would not have extended her that courteously. To her horror, he had explained to her in detail the proper way to clean herself in her most private areas, and made her shave her legs, armpits, and even trim her pubic hair. Losing her pubic hair made her feel exposed and dirty. Captain William Horton had explained to her exactly what she would be doing, the rules she must obey, and what would happen if she did not. He waited patiently while she sobbed and begged him not to do this to her, but then explained after she quieted that while he let her get it out of her system once, he would not tolerate constant sobbing and whining. If she disobeyed him, or attempted to run away (where could she go anyway?) he would place her at the mercy of all the sailors, which he promised was a worse fate then being with him. Every since the captain had met her, he had been infatuated. He had been with many women, mostly prostitutes, but had always fantasized about deflowering a naïve virgin. Every since his first meeting with her, thoughts of touching her, pleasing her, feeling her fear and apprehension, teaching her to touch a man and so forth had swam constantly in his head. And, on top of everything... she was beautiful. He could not believe his luck. To her surprise, he handed her some sleeping garments and told her she could dress. He also gave her some food. He sent her to the four poster bed as he worked by lamplight at his desk. She soon drifted off. She woke to a whisper in her ear: "Are you comfortable?" she immediately stiffened. She knew she was required to respond to a direct question. "Yes, sir" she whispered "He was lying with her in the bed. He was covered with the blankets from the waist down, but had no shirt. He was well defined and strong, obviously much stronger than her. "I am going to ask you some questions. I expect honest answers. If I think you are lying, I will punish you, so you should be smart enough to tell me the truth. I am very good at catching a lie, and you do not seem to be the type that could lie well anyway." He was right "Yes, sir." "Have you been taught about sexual relations between a man and a woman?" She blushed furiously. "Only that it is for the institution of marriage, and that anything outside of that is sin. That is what we were taught. The Sisters had a talk with us when we reached the age of 13 to prepare us for marriage. They only said that for a woman to take pleasure in such acts is ungodly and sin, and that our only interest in sexual relations should be for the creation of life and the pleasure of our husbands." The captain smiled. "I am going to have to teach you a little differently than that. If a woman feeling pleasure is a sin, than I am going to make you a very dirty sinner. I am going to make you feel things you did not know you could feel. No husband will ever be able to please you like I will, and in return, you will become very skilled at pleasing me. You will not be one of those women who lay there motionless while their husband mounts and heaves over them. You will take pleasure in many different positions and types of intercourse. You will moan and scream and soak the bed with your juices." She was still blushing when he placed his hand on her stomach and began feeling her body up and down through her nightgown. He gasped when he went over her breast, shocked and embarrassed. "Take off your nightgown." He ordered. She looked at him desperately, her eyes brimming with tears and fear welling up in her chest. Seeing her terrified, innocent expression made him crazy with lust, as he thought of how those eyes would look when he had her moaning with pleasure. The look on his face was stern, and he began to raise his hand as if to strike her. "You should not test me. If you refuse, this will be much worse for you. I can make this as painful or pleasurable as you like." She wanted to scream that that she would never take pleasure in his touch and that he could do what he liked, but she would never enjoy a single moment of it. She wanted to, but she was too afraid to speak. He ducked away from his hand and began to quickly unbutton her nightgown. "Do it slowly. Stand up" She stood by the bed and slowly unbuttoned her nightgown, then let it slip slowly off her shoulders before it fell to the ground. Her instincts told her to cover herself with her hands, but one look at his stern face and she dropped then to her side. He stared for a long time in silent awe before he finally spoke: "Back in bed." He continued exploring her, while she lay nude and uncovered on the bed. Tears were on her cheeks, but she held back sobs and tried to regain herself. He would be much rougher if she made him angry. As he slid his hand up and down, he began to slowly pull her legs apart little by little. When she tried to close them, he gave her cheek a hard smack and told her not to resist. She could not hide back her tears. "I am sorry, sir. But please, please do not touch me... there... please, I can work as hard as anyone on this ship, harder if I have to, but please, please do not make me do this." She knew it was probably hopeless, and he would probably get angry, but she had to try. There was still a chance her virtue could be saved if he would stop now. She expected him to get angry, but instead he cupped her face and wiped her tears with his thumbs. "Oh, little girl, you are not going to get anywhere with that... in fact, your sweet tears and urgent begging to remain innocent is just making me more aroused. Now, be quiet and do as I say so that I don't have to hurt you." He kissed her still lips and then said, "I really do not want to hurt you, you know." He pulled her legs apart and slid his hand between them. She gasped. He began moving his hand in gentle circles over her sex, and tears began to overflow on her face. "I've learned from many years of bedding women that this little nub right here is a very pleasurable spot. Now stop crying. Close your eyes and relax." She closed her eyes, but she could not relax. How could she when a man was violating her? Destroying her chance to ever have a happy life? Who would ever marry her now? She emptied her mind of all the dark thoughts, trying to escape them. However, in doing this, she began to concentrate inadvertently on the feelings being created by the captain's hands. He began to increase the speed of the circles his hand made on her clit little by little, and smiled to himself when he felt her twitch slightly as her body began to recognize the feelings as pleasure. He enjoyed all the fight she had in her, but her defeat was going to be sweet. He pulled the sheet aside and pressed his erection into her leg, which made her jump a little and open her eyes, wide with shock. She had never felt a man before. "See how hard you make me? Do you know what this is, Katy? Tell me what I have touching your leg." Katy did not know what a man's genitals were called; she used the only word she knew. "That is your... sexual... organ." She had wondered before what a man would look like. She had a basic idea of how she thought sex worked, but she had never explored herself before because it was a sin. She knew a man went inside of a woman... but how could THAT fit inside of her? "Yes, it is a penis. You will call it my dick. We will get to that soon enough. That makes me curious; do you even know what your 'sex organ' is called?" "No, sir," she whispered, embarrassed and afraid of where this conversation was going. "It is a vagina, or a cunt, or a pussy. Those are the most common anyway. Vagina is the proper term, but not what I will be calling it." He began rubbing circles on her breast. "This is your nipple." He took it in his mouth and sucked, nibbling down on it a little. It shot an odd sensation between her legs when he did this, and she blushed scarlet. She tensed as he placed his finger back on her 'nub'. "This is your clitoris, or 'clit'" he slid his finger further down, right over the place where she peed from, "this is where your piss comes from, I'm sure you know that." His finger slid down between two flaps of skin, "These are your pussy lips, or labia." She went rigid as his finger went to the entrance of her vagina. Though she had never explored herself, it was obvious what this was. "This is your sex whole, your cunt. Ah, I see our little good catholic girl is already a little wet." He pushed his finger slowly into her whole, pushing through her virginity with his thick finger. She looked a little confused, wondering what he meant by her being wet. It didn't take him long to translate her look. "You don't know why you are wet, do you? I am not used to such naïve young ladies! You see, when you become aroused, or when you start to feel pleasure, your cunt starts to get wet. The better it feels, the wetter you will get. It is your body's way of lubricating you so it won't hurt as much when I put my dick in you." Anger flashed across her face. He was smug, but she would show him. She would NOT enjoy his touch, she would remain dry and he would not have the pleasure of making her 'wet.' He pulled his finger back out and went back to making circles on her clit. "Close your eyes, Katy" he said softly. She fought with all her might to deny her body's craving to give in to his hand. She could not believe her own weakness. He also began to manipulate her nipple with his mouth again as he did this, and the double sensation was hard to fight. Her nipples were hard and sensitive to his touch. His hand began to move more urgently, and a slow fire began building between her legs. She fought to keep her breathing even and recited prayers to keep her mind distracted. But as his hand moved over her clit, her labia, the entrance to her sex, and back to linger on her clit, she could not deny her body's reaction. Slowly she began to feel something she could not explain. It was like a yearning, a burning need in her vagina, and only his hand could meet it. She gasped against her will, and he knew he had won. He slid his finger all the way in her, and found her very wet. He began to move, and position his head between her legs. She lifted herself up on her elbows, momentarily distracted. What was he doing? At that moment, he kissed her gently on her clit. She jumped. "Oh, please, sir, please don't do that! Do not kiss me... there... please!" "Lay down." was all she heard from him, and as she obeyed, he continued to kiss all over her thighs, her labia, her clit, her slit, slowly driving her crazy. It felt amazing... she couldn't believe her own weakness again. The, he started to lick her up and down the length of her pussy, stopping to flick his tongue over her clit. She gasped, and a quick moan escaped her lips before she caught herself and quieted it. She would at least not give him that pleasure. He put his whole mouth over her clit and began sucking, nibbling, and flicking it with his tongue. Waves of pleasure shot through her whole body. While he continued his manipulation of her clit, he took his right hand and slipped his thick middle finger into her pussy. He began slowly moving it in and out. She felt herself grow wet. She could actually feel the warm liquid form in her vagina and then slowly trickle down. Soon, he pulled out his finger, and put two back in. She subconsciously began to move her hips up and down, pressing herself into his face and fingers, and then away, and then pressing it harder into them. Before long, she was humping softly and quickly, almost as if she could not control her own hips. The pleasure building in her was like nothing she had ever known. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts, she could not hold on to a single thought long enough to make sense of it. The moisture between her legs made her feel even more amazing; she loved the way it made his fingers slide in and out of her. A puddle was forming on the sheet. Suddenly she buckled, and gasped. She did not know what was happening, only that she did not want it to stop, and that she had never felt anything so amazing. The pleasure surged through her entire body, tingled her nipples, and rippled through her pussy. As the feeling grew and grew, it reached a breaking point, and with a surge of pleasure, she felt a gush of liquid escape her hole, hot and wet, and she dropped down on the bed and pulled herself away from his face and fingers. She was gasping for air. He pulled her back and rubbed her clit again with his tongue, with made her jump and quiver. He wiped his mouth a sat up. There was a huge smile on his face. "You just had an orgasm." Even he had not expected her to have an orgasm yet. He had been with whores who had never even had one, and he made this innocent little catholic girl writhe in orgasm. Katy was confused, and now that she could think clearly the reality of what she had let happen sat in, and guilt overwhelmed her. She held back her tears and looked away from the captain in shame. "Look at me. You didn't expect that to happen, now did you, Katy? You thought you could control yourself, and hold on to your dignity? But I had you moaning like a little slut, didn't I?" She sat silent, afraid to open her mouth. "Answer me. I made you moan like a whore, didn't I?" She still could not speak. He raised his hand to strike her. She decided she would rather be hit than answer him. He backhanded her hard against her cheek, knocking her down and making her hit her head on bed frame. As pain seared through her head and face, she finally lost control of her tears. "Now, answer my question." She quietly sobbed, "yes, sir. You did." "I did what, Katy?" She looked at him with shock and anger. Was he going to make her SAY it? She flinched as his hand rose toward her again. "You made me moan, sir." She said quickly. He wasn't satisfied, and she could tell he was about to strike again. She racked her brain to figure out what he wanted her to say. "You made me moan... like whore, sir. Like a slut." He finally lowered his hand. "Good girl. That's better. Now, stop crying, you know how I feel about that." He gave her a moment to collect herself. "Ok, Katy. Now, you really should not be so upset." He was using a gentle voice now. "I made you feel good, didn't I?" "Yes, sir." She said shamefully. "So, why should you be so upset, then? Do you feel like you have sinned?" "Yes, sir. I should not have given in to the cravings of my body." "Ah, Katy, why would god give us cravings if he did not want us to quench them? You only think it is a sin because you have been taught that. You will learn to feel pleasure without having guilt." Katy was quiet; his words stung her, causing her more grief and anger than the comfort he intending. He wanted to make her a slut. A whore. And just the fact that he was trying to comfort her made her angry. He should not pretend to care how she felt. "I know you are tired, Katy, but we are not done yet." She shot him a frightful look. Not done? "Remember I told you we would get back to me?" Panic surged through her. He was going to make her touch him. Her heart raced and she began to feel sick to her stomach. She tried not to give her panic away, because her head and cheek still ached from his blow and she did not want another one. She started to wonder what would be worse, being beaten or touching him? Then she remembered his promise to throw her to the sailors if she did not obey him. He had promised that they would be much harsher than he was. She shuddered at the thought. The knowledge that Katy had never touched a man before brought enormous pleasure to the captain, and his member was hard with anticipation. He had barely been able to contain himself while he pleasured her, being so aroused by her smell, her reactions, and her body that he had desperately wanted to find some way to relieve his aching, hard erection. He could not wait any longer. Lucky for her, he thought, it would not take long this time. "Katy," he said softly as he pulled her up to sit next to him, "touch my dick." Her hand shook as she slowly placed it on his penis. She did not know how to touch him, so she just placed her hand on top of it and shot a nervous glance at him for direction. He chuckled at her lack of experience. "Put your hand around the shaft... yes... there you go. Rub the lubrication from the tip all over it... Mmmm yes, like that... now hold on and to it and stroke your hand up and down. Aww yes, that's nice, katy. Spit on it a little to make it wetter... that's a good girl." Katy's face was bright red with embarrassment and disgust as she stroked him slowly up and down. She hated the way he encouraged her and spoke to her like she was his pet. She kept her eyes down on his penis to keep them from his face. She wanted to crawl into a corner and disappear. She started to think perhaps it would be better to be beaten. "Katy, how does it feel... describe how my dick feels." Pleasure was making his words blur together, but he still had a strong tone of command in his voice. She was silent, and he impatiently started to get angry. Before he could, she said, "Please, sir, give me just a moment to think about it before I speak." He relaxed and went back into his pleasure stupor. "Ok, and increase your speed a little... no, not quite that much... there, that's perfect. Mmmmm..." "It feels... soft, and slimy from the spit... and thick... and it has bumps, veins I think... it feels big, and my arm hurts from stroking it." The captain smiled. "Ok, then. Stop stroking it." Katy barely had time to feel relieved when he lay back on the bed and said, "Suck on it." She regretted that she had ever opened her mouth. She thought she might hyperventilate, but the look on his face told her she could not disobey him. She slowly crawled down to his penis, and looked up at him. With a small voice she said, "I do not know how, sir." "Put it in your mouth. Put your lips over your teeth. Do NOT bite. Move your head up and down, getting it as deep in as you can. Move your tongue all over it, and suck hard.Right before I cum, you will feel me get very hard and then I will shoot hot liquid into your throat. You will NOT pull out, even if you get scared, and you will not spit out my cum. You will suck out every drop and swallow it. Now start." She held her breath and leaned supported herself with her left hand as she began to lower her face to his penis. She opened her mouth and slid him in as far as she could take him. He moaned in pleasure. "Grab the bottom of it with your hand...yes like that...not up and down... Hmmm, ahh, fuck yes... katy... get it in deeper... deeper, you can get it in further than that... Hmmm..." She tried to find a comfortable way to position it in her mouth, but her jaw hurt and she kept gagging as he shoved himself further into her mouth. He continued to moan and mumble and curse. She realized that the better she did, the faster he would... finish... so she tried her best to quickly figure out what made moan the hardest. She was moving her head and hand over his dick in sinc, quickly, pulling him halfway out of her mouth and then shoving him as far down her mouth as she could, getting it a little further each time. She continued to gag as he hit the entrance of her throat, but she kept the rhythm steady and sucked hard like he had said. Soon, he was moaning loudly and he grabbed her hair and pressed himself hard into her mouth. She sucked and licked and moved her hand and felt his dick get bigger and harder before finally she felt a gush of liquid shoot into her throat. She wanted to stop and spit out the salty, sticky, disgusting bodily fluid but she obeyed his former command and swallowed it. She waited until he pulled her off to be sure it was done. She threw her face into her pillow and sobbed a little before he spoke. Katy Ch. 02 "You did very well, Katy. You will certainly earn your wage if you keep trying that hard. You gave better head than some whores I've had. I know you are tired, and confused... and I will let you sleep tonight." "Thank you, sir." She cried quietly He put his lips to her ear, "Tomorrow night, my little harlot, I will have your virginity. You will feel my dick inside you. I will make you fuck me. You will be begging me for it." Katy cried herself to sleep. Katy Ch. 03 The Captain left Katy alone in his cabin the next day while he saw to all of his duties. There was a tray with fruit, bread, and dried meats on the table. She realized soon after she woke that it had been a long while since she had eaten, and she scarfed down as much food as she could fit into her stomach. She bathed in the now cold tub and washed herself as he had ordered before dressing. The Captain had given her a dress to wear. Apparently he had bought some things for her to wear before the ship had sat sail, which she found curiously strange. The dress was nothing like the modest frocks she had been accustomed to. It was short, above her knees, had a corset built in and showed off very cleavage. He had left it out for her with a note telling her to wear it. After trying it on, she was mortified, so she put her plain black frock over it. She assured herself it was okay; because technically she wasn't disobeying him... he didn't say she had to wear ONLY the dress. The undergarments he had provided were scant and lacy, she didn't even bother putting them on. She hoped that he would be gone a very long time, but they were sailing easy waters and he returned in late afternoon. She sat on the sofa curled up with her arms around her knees, tears stained her face. She still looked down in shame every time she saw him, flooded with memories of the night before and her inexcusable lack of control. "I expect you to come to the door and greet me when I enter, Katy. I know that you have not learned all of the rules yet, so I will not punish you; before long you will not get away with things so easily. So you understand?" She rose and grudgingly went to where he stood, "Yes, sir. I apologize." "Why are you not wearing your dress?" he growled at her, angry. She was startled by his angry outburst. "It is under my frock, sir... I... you were away and I thought it would be... I didn't think you would..." she was frantic with fear. He was turning red with anger and he hit her hard across the face, knocking her to the ground. "Stand up, Katy." She did. He pulled out a knife and she let out a small scream before silencing herself. Fear rippled through her. He came closer with the knife, and held it against her neck, laughing quietly at her shaking figure. He brought the blade down to her frock and cut a rip at the neckline, making her jump. He returned the knife to his belt and used his hands to rip the frock all the way down and rip it off of her. He noticed her long white undergarment from the bottom of her dress, and she began to regret not putting on what he had bought her. She had underestimated how angry he would get. His voice was so calm when he spoke that she was sure a rage would soon follow it. "Katy, take off your undergarments. Now." She did not hesitate to obey. "Now put on what I laid out for you." It took her a few minutes to figure out the garter belt, stockings, and scant panties that showed off so much she wondered why she even bothered at all. Lucky for her, seeing her frightfully try to figure out her new undergarments and fumble with them had been so humorous to the captain that he started to calm down. He was still angry at her. "Katy, come here," he said sternly as he said on the sofa. She quickly acquiesced. "I gave you orders to dress in what I had laid out for you, did I not?" "Yes, sir." "And why did you disobey me, Katy?" "I... I'm very sorry, sir..." She did not even know what to say. She could tell he expected more of an answer, so she quickly searched for the words to continue. "Your note said to wear the dress, so I put it on. I am not used to wearing such things, and it made me feel better to put my frock over it. I thought... since I was wearing the dress... that I was still following your instructions. Your note did not say I had to wear the... undergarments." He looked more angry than appeased by her answer. "You are my property while you are on my ship, do you understand that? I choose what you wear, what you eat, when you sleep... everything. If you do not want to pay for your trip, I can throw you overboard. You knew what my letter meant, and you chose to disobey." "No, sir... no that's not it! I really..." "Do not talk back to me! You stupid, stupid girl." "Yes, sir." She whispered, scared. "Call me Master." "Yes, Master." "Katy, I have to punish you. If I don't, you will never learn." She looked at him with wide eyes. "No... please..." the look on his face silenced her pleading, and she looked to the ground, defeated, and said, "yes, Master." "That's better. I know you can learn. You are a smart girl. You are my dirty little slut. Remember how I made you moan last night, Katy?" 'Oh, not this' she thought, but said, "Yes, Master." He opened his pants and pulled out his already hard member. "Now, come lay over my knees to take your punishment." She obeyed, and lay over his knees with her back facing up. He laughed, and adjusted her so that her ass was further up and his penis was on her stomach. She could feel his dick rubbing slimy pre cum on her dress, and she started to feel sick. He pulled up her dress. The thong and garter belt left her cheeks nicely displayed. Naively, she still had no idea what he was going to do, just knew that it would be unpleasant. Her master brought his hand down hard on her ass, and she yelped with the stinging blow. His hands were large and rough, and he hit hard. He waited a moment before he struck again, enjoying her fearful anticipation. He hit her several more times, each one stinging more and more. He adjusted her so that she was bent at almost a 90 degree angle and spread her legs a little to expose her cunt. A silky fabric covered her pussy, and he traced the outlines of her cunt gently several times. He spread her legs and pulled her ass up further to have access to her clit. She was uncomfortable and terrified, and her ass still stung. As he continued to rub over her pussy, teasing her clit, she began to feel herself become slightly aroused, and she internally chastised herself. She could surely not so easily succumb to the touch of this horrible man! He lightly smacked her clit with his hand, making her jump and gasp. Liking her response, he started lightly smacking her over and over, stimulating her despite her strong desire to refrain from feeling pleasure at his hands. As he smacked her clit over and over, occasionally stopping to rub it, her body began to quiver with pleasure. She could not stop herself. She moaned softly, and began to push her clit out further to give him better access. She did not even realize she was doing it. She came back to reality when she felt something trickled down her inner thigh and drop on the Captain's leg. Was that... her? Was she really that wet? When the captain realized how wet she was, he said, "Oh, my... look at that, you dirty little whore! And look at you push yourself into my hand. You want it bad, don't you? You're dripping all over the place." He shoved a finger into her dripping hole and began pumping it in and out, using his other hand to rub her clit. Before long she was back in her pleasure stupor, urgently moving her hips to meet his fingers, hungry to feel more. His fingers made a sloshing sound as they continuously pushed in and back out, hard and fast. Because of how she lay over his lap, her pussy juices dripped down onto her clit, where his other hand furiously rubbed circles. Her moisture made the feeling even better. She felt the familiar sensation of an orgasm building, and this time, knowing what it was, craved the feeling and moaned loudly in anticipation. The captain felt her pussy tighten on his fingers, and cruelly pulled his hand away from her clit, and moved his fingers more slowly. She whimpered in frustration. "Beg me for my fingers. Tell me you want to cum. BEG for it." She couldn't believe herself, she tried to tell herself she would not give him that pleasure, she would not beg. She would let him stop. But his fingers teased her, moving in and out of her slowly, and she desperately wanted his hand back on her clit. She was getting even wetter, and the pleasure in her groins was unbelievable. It did not take her long to give in. "Please... don't stop. It feels... good. Please, I want to ...cum. Please." The captain, Hearing this good little catholic girl beg for him to give her pleasure, almost made him lose control himself. Watching his finger go in and out of her tight, soaking wet and beautiful ass was the most erotic experience he had ever known. He loved the control he had over her, that despite how much she hated him and wanted to be good and innocent, she could not help but cream all over has hand when he touched her, and moan as he rubbed her. He needed to hear her sweet little voice beg for more. "That's not quite good enough. I need to know you mean it, my little Katy. I need you to tell me that you are a dirty little slut that needs to be finger fucked." She didn't want to say it... she had never used such a word! But she was in a desperate frenzy, and he gave her clit a quick rub to remind her of what she was missing. When he touched her, she groaned with relief before he quickly pulled his hand away. How cruel! "Okay, Master. Please, please make me come. I am a dirty little slut, and I like how it feels. I don't want to like it, but I do... so much... and you're making me so wet... please, please finger fuck me... make me come, please, oh please!" He loved hearing it even more than he thought he would. Without another word, he increased his tempo and returned to her clit with abandon. She panted and moaned, and within seconds she could feel her whole body shaking, and came hard, with a gush, on his fingers. He played with her clit a little longer; he liked the way she twitched. He picked her up and threw her on the bed. Coming back to reality, she started to panic. She was going to rape her. "Please, master... please don't do this. Please, let me remain a virgin... I can... suck on you again, like last night... please... I'm scared! Don't hurt me!" "I might consider that." He said gently, very convincingly. He had no intentions of keeping her a virgin, but this was a fun game to him. "Tell me how you feel right now, exactly what you are feeling." Relief shot through her. He was taking compassion on her! He might actually let her keep what was left of her innocence! "I'm... scared, nervous, and embarrassed. I don't want to lose my virginity." "Why does it scare you?" "I know it will hurt, and I don't see how you could really... fit in me... its just so BIG, I don't know how that could fit inside me... it would hurt so much. And... mostly... I don't want to go to hell. I know I have to be a virgin if I ever want to get married and have any chance at a life." He started kissing her neck and collar bone as she spoke, and then he pulled her toward him when she was done, and pressed himself against her. She did not fight with him, she thought she had convinced him. "So you want me to... go down... on you?" she said, though the words made her sick. "No... I want to fuck you, Katy." "But you said..." "I said I would hear you out, and I did. But I decided I want to fuck you anyway. I think you WANT to be fucked." "I don't! I don't! Please, please no!" He was getting tired of his game, and desperately needed to relieve his raging hard on. "Katy, you will not say another word." He was back to his strict, strong, powerful persona, and she knew it would be bad for her to disobey. Katy Ch. 04 Readers, I am sorry it has taken me so long to get the next chapter out, I had a lot of great responses to the previous chapters. Keep in mind this is a NONCONSENT/RELUCTANCE genre, so if that is not your thing, then you don't have to read! But if it IS your thing, I would love to have you feedback and hear what you think. If you are just coming in on this chapter, you might go back and read the previous chapters if you like this. Most of the action starts in chapter 2, just so ya know  Enjoy!! This picks up right where chapter 3 left off, so I started with a short recap for those who have not read previous chapters: +++++++++++++++++ There she was, lying on the large, four poster bed in the overly grandiose captain's cabin aboard The Raven. She was still dripping wet and sensitive from the intense orgasm the captain, her master, had just given her. She had disobeyed him, and he had put her over his lap and spanked her... and then he had decided to remind her that she was his little slut, and that he could make her come any time he wanted. Her body was his to command. He had given her a mind-blowing orgasm after making her ass gloriously pink with his expert hands. He had rubbed her clit and slid his fingers in and out of her, teased her and made her beg for it, until she was dripping wet and had come with abandon on her master's hands. Then he had carried her here, to the bed. She had begged him not to take her virginity- although part of her desperately wanted it. She knew what it was like to have his fingers deep inside her, making her crazy with pleasure, and she wanted to know how it would fill to be completely filled up with him. Her religious upbringing had her terrified that she would go to hell if she wasn't a virgin, and she was sure that she would never be able to find a husband who was respectable if she wasn't a virgin. She was convinced her only choice would be to live as a harlot and then burn in hell. It was hard to concentrate on that thought while the captain was rubbing his big, thick, hard manhood against her slick cunt. She was over sensitive from her recent orgasm, and yet a pleasurable, aching need was beginning to build in her again, already. She thought she had convinced him to let her go down on him instead of taking her, and therefore let her keep her innocence; but, when she had asked him if he wanted her to go down on him, he had said: "No... I want to fuck you, Katy." "But you said..." she whispered frantically "I said I would hear you out, and I did. But I decided I want to fuck you anyway. I think you WANT to be fucked." "I don't! I don't! Please, please no!" He was getting tired of this game, and desperately needed to relieve his raging hard on. "Katy, you will not say another word." He was back to his strict, strong, powerful persona, and she knew it would be bad for her to disobey. As much as he wanted to relieve his aching need, he thought back to how she bad begged him to make her come when he had her on the sofa. It had been such a turn on for this sweet, innocent young catholic woman to be so enraptured with pleasure at his hands that she would plead for it... he wanted that again. He slid down between her thighs and began kissing each thigh over and over , back and forth. Then he gently kissed her clit, and her entire body jerked in surprise. She began to panic... and closed her eyes, bracing herself for the assault. He licked up the length of her sex, making her gasp. He began to suck and lick her clit as he slid a finger in her already moist pussy. Within seconds, she was lost. She started grinding her hips to the rhythm of her pleasure, not even aware what she was doing. She was dripping onto the bed, and moaning in between fits of panting. His fingers were sliding in and out slowly but deeply, and his tongue was obviously practiced at handling a clit. He took the sensitive nub gently between his teeth and sucked hard with his lips, flicking his tongue over the tip all the while. She nearly exploded then, so he quickly pulled out. "Oh, my precious little Katy... not just yet." "Oh... oh please..." she began to beg without being prompted this time, he smiled and began kissing her all around her pussy, without actually touching it. She squirmed and writhed, desperate for his mouth to be back on her, desperate for him to increase the tempo of his fingers... but he only went slower, and pulled out a finger so that only one remained, slowly in and out, feeding her frenzy but not giving her the friction she desperately needed. She was wound so tightly... she just wanted release. "Katy... would you like me to fuck you?" His asked in an overly-polite, teasing voice. She tried to slow her breathing, to bring herself back down from this intense, pleasurable, desperate high that she was riding... but she couldn't. She knew what he wanted. He wanted to fuck her, and he wanted her to ask for it. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction. How was he able to make her feel so good? Was this normal? She had been given very little information about intercourse... and no one had ever mentioned this. She had been under the impression that pleasure during sex was something only men experienced... men and prostitutes? Not proper ladies... but, oh, god... she needed it so badly. To be filled up. To get some release. She relented quickly. "Yes, master, please." Her voice sounded foreign to her... husky and laced with desperation. "Yes what, Katy?" he asked as he moved up the bed, without removing his finger from her cunt. She closed her eyes, took a breath, and said, "I want you... to take me... please... master..." Though he probably could have had her on her knees begging and pleading with tears, he was too wild with need himself to wait any longer, so this was all the invitation he needed. He removed his finger; he pressed his weight gently on her body; pulled back to place his hard, throbbing cock at her slick entrance; and then he thrust in hard and deep. Her eyes flew open and a gasp wracked her body. She grabbed his arms with both hands, clutching on so hard her nails were digging into the flesh and muscle of his biceps. "Ooohhhh" a loud, raw noise rushed through her teeth. It was almost primal. He stilled for a moment, letting her acclimate to his size and the sensation of him inside her. After the initial pinching pain deep inside her, the pain began to wane and she relaxed a little, loosening the grip on his arms. He waited until he was sure she could handle it, and then he slid out and buried himself in again. She closed her eyes and moaned at the sensations building inside her. It did hurt, but not as badly as she had expected. She had been sure, on some level, that he would tear her up, and she was relieved to find that her body was made for this... it stretched and accommodated his size, though it was certainly tight. Also, the natural wetness from the overwhelming pleasure he had given her made his dick slide in and out, tight but moist. The initial pain had turned into a dull ache, and the ache was somehow pleasurable. "You okay?" he asked quietly, with a husky voice. She was surprised he even asked. She nodded, then quickly added "Yes, master," because she didn't want to risk angering him in this position. He smiled, "good girl, Katy." And he began to slide out and thrust in over and over. She closed her eyes and soaked in the amazing sensation. It was spectacular... the now familiar building she had come to know that meant she was going to orgasm was coursing through her body, moving rabidly like a wildfire; but it was different this time. It was deeper, more intense... her entire body was being wound up tight, and she was tingling all over with need and wanton desire. She started to feel faint, and the captain said, with a small amused smile, "Breath, Katy... don't forget to breath," and she gasped out the breath she had inadvertently been holding in. The pleasure was so deep and intense that she had forgot to breathe! His thrusting began to increase its pace, and every time he slammed into her it felt deeper somehow. She still wanted more; she needed more. She tilted her pelvis up and began to meet him thrust for thrust, pulling her feet up so that she was holding them high up and had them wrapped around the middle of his back. Her pumping hips and the position of her legs made him go in deeper, and he groaned as he began to lose himself in her. It was so deep, so wet... he had been with whores and women with lots of experience, and none of them had ever felt this good, had never pleased him so well... The tightening in her body finally reached its peak, and she felt her release close at hand. She felt herself began to quake... her legs stiffened, her toes curled, and she was digging her nails into his arms again. When she finally released, she rode the waves of her orgasm for longer than she even thought possible. Her pussy clenched and spasmed, squeezing his dick tight and at the same time, filling up with warm, wet juices... The intense response of her body to her orgasm instantly pushed him over the edge, and he screamed out his release as she was finishing out hers... They both began to quiver with the intense aftershocks at the same time, and they began to catch their breath. He pressed his weight against her until he realized she was struggling to breathe. He rolled off to the side, and pulled her over to him, wrapping his arms around her. This was the first time he had showed her any physical affection, and she stiffened a little, unsure of how to react. But she was so spent and exhausted from their overwhelming encounter that she finally let herself melt into him, and found herself drifting off. His voice shook her from her sleepy reverie: "The way your body reacted when you came almost makes me wonder if every other woman who has ever came with me was faking it... or just completely inadequate. You can't tell me that wasn't amazing." She wasn't sure if he expected her to reply or not, and she began to get a bit nervous. His words also made her come back down from her sexual high and realize what had just happened. She had lost her virginity... what did that mean? Was she doomed to hell? And he was right, she couldn't deny that that was the absolute most intense, pleasurable moment in her life... but what did that say about her? He called her his little slut, and up until now she hadn't really believed that she was... but how many times had she lost control of herself at his hands? Did that make her a slut? "I expect you to do what I say, Katy. I have told you that you are mine, and I meant that. You will make mistakes, and you will be punished sometimes. However, if you work hard, and give yourself to me completely, it will be like this, too. It will be the most intense pleasure you have ever felt... I can take you to places you would never have imagined, baby. And I will. But understand, your punishment today... I was going very easy on you. I know you are new to this. Keep that in mind the next time you think about disobeying me, understand?" (note: the punishment refers to what happened in Katy Chapter 3, the one previous to this) "Yes, master." Her voice was horse, and her heart was beginning to race. So, Him putting her over his lap and spanking her in the most humiliating manner possible... that was him going easy on her? 'Dear god, what happens the next time I mess up?' she thought. A few minutes later he heard him softly snoring. She lay nude in his arms, too scared to attempt to move. However... she also felt sated, like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She lay there a long time before she finally drifted off to sleep. Despite her anxieties and fears for what the rest of this voyage would hold, she slept deeply and peacefully for the first time in a very long time.