4 comments/ 27233 views/ 4 favorites Blackbeard's Downfall By: simply_cyn Author’s Note: This story is written in expression of my passion for pirates. Ever since I was in high school, I have fantasized about a handsome rogue, back in the day, capturing me and whisking me off to his pirate ship to have his way with me again and again. I read numerous romance novels around pirates and more recently, have done some research on them after the release of Pirates of the Caribbean. Hopefully, the information that follows is both entertaining and indicative of the many legends that followed around the pirate known as Blackbeard. Legends abound and surround the small area around Bath, North Carolina about piracy and alliances in the governor’s house that have had tongues wagging for years. No one really knows what is true and what is hearsay but enough people talk over the years to make one wonder what exactly is true and what simple fantasy is. I will admit that the simple notion of it all reeks of romance and high adventure. Perhaps that is the drawing factor of those rumored involved. I can simply tell you what I know. Let me take you back to the days of pirates and beautiful maidens who tried desperately not to love them … Captain Edward Teach, come to be feared as the notorious “Blackbeard”, fearsome of all pirates in the early 1700’s, roamed and claimed the area around the North Carolina area known as Bath. For all intents and purposes, Blackbeard was an American pirate although he began his piracy acts of treason in the England area. Even the name of his flag ship indicated such, heralding the name of the queen herself … The Queen Anne’s Revenge. But the events that follow happened within the time that he spent in the Bath area, his home away from home. Teach became known infamously for the huge black beard that shrouded his face and rumor has it that in order to strike terror in the hearts of his enemies, he would weave hemp into both his hair and beard, setting them ablaze in the heat of battle. Despite his large size and the fact that even his own crew feared him, he managed to win the heart of Penelope Eden, the daughter of North Carolina’s governor, Charles Eden. My version of their story follows … “Penelope!” The call came from the governor’s library at home in the expanse of the large plantation that overlooked the west side of Bath creek. Penelope lifted her head, gazing into the mirror at her vanity table. Her jade-colored eyes met the dark chocolate ones of the slave behind her, brushing her hair out in long waves of ebony. It was unusual for her father to call for her so late at night and concern was etched across her brow as she saw the same flicker across Beth’s countenance. Before Penelope could even ask, her personal chamber maid moved to retrieve her brocade robe with velvet trim, holding it open for the slender girl as she stood and moved into it, her soft voice lifting to call out, “Coming father!” In a swirl of dark fabric and raven-kissed tresses, Penelope slipped dainty feet into small brocade slippers and hurried downstairs, her ever faithful slave watching her hasty departure. Charles Eden, governor of North Carolina and prominent citizen of Bath, was not one to be kept waiting and there was something in his voice that told of his immediate need for his young step-daughter’s presence. “Yes father?” she hastened in an almost breathless voice, stepping into her father’s personal study and library. She was immediately the picture of obedience and beauty as her eyes spoke of her concern for her father calling for her this late in the evening. Charles glanced up at his step-daughter; almost breathless was he at her beauty, even at the young age of nineteen. A soft smile flitted across his lips as his left hand rested on a small jeweled box resembling, in a way, that of a small casket. It was quite beautiful and Penelope couldn’t help but glance at it in admiration even as mink-brown brows furrowed at its almost gruesome presentation. Charles couldn’t help but notice her curiosity and he glanced at it as well. “A gift,” he explained as he gently lifted to her. Penelope’s hands closed around the small casket, lifting it closer to her view as jaded eyes narrowed, glancing at the lock that kept the casket from being opened. It was in the shape of … well, it resembled a gold coin but encrusted with a pirate’s head in the center. Penelope quickly set the casket down almost as if it had burned her slender fingers, a frown appearing on her face. “A gift from whom?” she asked, almost icily. “Now Penelope,” Charles began, extracting a sealed envelope from his coat pocket. “As you can see, it is locked. How would I know of this information?” Penelope furrowed her brows even as she gingerly took the sealed envelope from her step-father’s hands, glancing at him in knowledge that he was holding something back. Looking down at the seal, she immediately thrust the envelope back to him with a soft snort of disgust. “This can only be from one person and I think you know it as well as I,” she said, clasping her hands before her in hopes that her interlaced fingers proved to help keep her mouth shut as well. Charles sighed and broke the seal on the envelope, extracting a skeleton key from it to set on the table beside the small jeweled casket. “You would want to open it. It is only proper to at least take a look.” He also extracted a folded letter on parchment to set beside the key. “I would not look at something addressed to you specifically.” “Since when?” she retorted softly, picking up the key and inserting it into the nose of the pirate coin that made the lock on the casket. She need not look up to know what kind of look her step-father was bestowing upon her. Why he continued to support the scaly-wag known as Blackbeard. “Edward isn’t that bad, if you were to give him a chance,” Charles began in frustration, watching his daughter begin to open the casket, interested in what Blackbeard would send to her at this late hour. It was not like the pirate to gift women at all. He sighed as Penelope rolled her eyes and then peeled back the red silk that was within. He glanced at the letter and then startled, almost jumped as he heard his daughter scream, one hand coming up to cover her mouth as she backed away from the casket, eyes wide. Slaves and house servants came running immediately as Charles quickly crossed the room to where she stood. “Penelope! What in God’s name …” and then stopped short as he glanced into the casket, only to look away, a sick look on his face. Joshua, head manservant of the house, reached into the casket with shaking fingers only to lift out a pair of man’s hands, apparently severed from his body. Penelope shuddered and turned away as Charles looked once again upon the mangled gift that was covered in dried blood. His grimace turned to concern as he looked closer, a sigh of frustration released as he realized that the hands belonged to Penelope’s suitor and fiancée, the tell-tale ring of his father’s house upon the right index finger crusted in blood. “Dear God,” he whispered, “Samuel …” Penelope’s screams pierced the air as she realized that the severed hand belonged to none other than her fiancée. She would have fallen to the floor if it hadn’t been for her father’s quick hands as Joshua placed the severed hand back into the casket and brought the dear girl a glass of water. She was frightfully white and looked as though she might turn quite ill. “How dare he,” she managed to whisper as she trembled in strong hands that set her into the nearest chair. “Barbaric savage!” Charles Eden was shocked. It was clear as to what had been done and Charles could only cough it up to Blackbeard’s obvious displeasure at his step-daughter’s hand already being spoken for. But this was too much. There was no way that Charles could condone this kind of barbaric behavior, despite their newly established partnership in a business left unspoken about. He pulled a hand over his face as his mind swirled on how to react to this act of cruel savagery. Penelope’s sobs were evidence enough of the cruelty he had brought first-hand into his own home and Charles blamed himself for allowing Blackbeard to get this close to their family. And then suddenly Blackbeard himself was in the room, his large presence shrouded Penelope’s small form as she glanced up from her chair. She threw herself at him, small fists useless against his large chest as she screamed her hatred for what he had done. “How dare you!” she screamed futilely. “What did you do?! What did you do?!” she wailed as his strong hand pushed her to her knees before him where she collapsed into sobs. Both Joshua and Charles did not dare approach to rescue the beautiful damsel from the pirate’s clutches. He had been a welcome guest in this home for quite some time and both stood silent, waiting to hear the explanation that was sure to come. Edward Teach’s face was hard as he stared down at the beauty at his feet. One hand reached down to pull the girl’s head back, his fist strong in her hair. His black eyes almost shot daggers as he looked upon the tears she shed for that disgraceful wimp he had thrown from the side of his ship, begging for mercy. “Stop your wailing for that pathetic creature that I would not even call a man,” he barked at her, a scowl marring his rugged face. “I will rival no one, especially a small shadow of a man such as the one that was easily captured and dumped into the swirling waters of the sea. His hands were simply a token of what shall never touch what belongs to ME!” Penelope couldn’t stop the tears that ran down her cheek. She was sure that her engagement to another would put an end to the pirate’s enamourment with her but it had only served to fuel his jealousy and now Samuel was dead. “Please, just leave me alone,” she begged, shaking hands coming up to cover her ashen face as she thought of the torture that poor Samuel must have endured because of her. Blackbeard’s laughter sent a tremor of apprehension down the curve of her spine. “The last thing I have in mind, my dear Penelope, is leaving you alone.” Then with a sharp tug, he dragged the girl to her feet, propelling her to the door by the hand in her hair as he strode purposefully back the way he had come. “Wait a minute!” Charles began as he stepped forward as to stop Blackbeard but was stopped cold by the pirate’s dark eyes that seemed to threaten him without even a word. “Please Edward … not Penelope.” “Do not interfere, Governor or yours too will be the fate of the sea.” That was enough to keep both Penelope’s father and the head manservant from following the roguish pirate and his new captive back through the house to the secret tunnel that had been built between the Governor’s 400 acre plantation and Bath creek. The passage was cut from the cellar of Eden’s mansion to the steep bank on the west side of the creek for the pirate’s unseen comings and goings. Penelope fought him every inch of the way but her attempts to remove his hands from her hair were futile. Tears of frustration and even fear fled down her flushed cheeks in rivers of silver-hued mists. But as she was roughly shoved out from the path onto the side of the creek and saw a small band of pirates waiting there for the return of their captain, she knew her resistance was futile. Their leering glances and apparent hunger in their eyes made her press reflexively against Blackbeard for protection which he took as surrender on her part. With a triumphant grin, he yanked on her hair, pulling her up for a kiss through the tangled mass of his thick beard. “Stop it,” she almost screamed, trying to push away from him but his strong hand in her hair kept her close to him. Her arms and legs futilely struck at him as the pirates around her laughed in amusement and then before she could react, the sting of his backhand sent her reeling backwards to land on the sweet curve of her ass on the sand at his feet. “You dare tell me what to do?” he growled low to her and Penelope cringed at both the sound of his voice and the look on his face. He towered over her, his large body like a massive breadth of muscle and sinew and Penelope shivered as she took him in. Despite the long tangled hair and the massive black beard that was rippled through with strands of gray, she had to admit, even in her distressed state, that the man was … she gasped softly as she realized her attraction to him. And then she gasped as suddenly he roughly grabbed her up and pushed her forward as the small band of pirates and their new captive made their way to the ship harbored in near Bath. Blackbeard's Downfall Ch. 02 A small boat, more like a rowboat, waited for Blackbeard and his small crew. Roughly shoving Penelope forward, he forced her into the awaiting vessel and with a silent gesture of his hand, ordered it to be taken out to sea. The crew, though small, seemed to be like a well-oiled machine, each knowing their duties and performing them without a sound as they inched the boat closer to the pirate's awaiting ship. It seemed to loom in the dark, only the gentle sway of lantern light and the illumination of the moon's rays upon the ship's skeleton hinted that it lay in wait. Pulling up to the ship's side, the small band was welcomed by a rope ladder suddenly tossed over the side and following the climb of half his crew from the small boat, Edward pushed Penelope forward with a harsh growl. "Quickly … before I lose me temper," he barked at her. Penelope glanced to the looming man behind her and then with a jerk of her arm from his grasp, began the journey up along the rope ladder, struggling to keep her footing beneath the long folds of her skirt. At one point her foot slipped but then she gained foothold once again on the rope ladder as a strong hand reached down from the ship, wrapping dirty fingers around her slender wrist to haul her up onto the ship's deck. Once gathering her footing beneath her, she jerked her arm from the pirate's grasp with a growl. "Unhand me, you bloody pirate," she spat in disdain. She turned quickly, hearing hearty laughter behind her and did not attempt to show the disgust she felt towards the large man that suddenly stood behind her. Blackbeard had boarded the ship along with the rest of his small crew and stood watching her, his large arms crossed over his barrel chest and the breadth of his long graying beard captured beneath their strength. Despite himself, he couldn't help but laugh at the spirited wench he had brought aboard. She stood, facing him defiantly, even dressed in her night clothes and he grinned, showing his gold teeth amid his thick beard. "You are a bold one, wench … but entertaining to say the least," he chuckled. Penelope's eyes blazed at his amusement as her chin tipped even more at his laughter. "The only one bold is you and your assumption that I care at all what you think in the least. As far as entertaining you … you can jump off this ship and drown in the depths of Davy's Locker for all I care!" she spat. She wanted to scream at the eruption of laughter that met with that comment and spun about wildly, looking for a place to disappear from the blood scallywag's presence. Nodding to the master of arms of his ship, Blackbeard simply turned and took the ship's steps up to the ship's wheel by two. Penelope looked long enough only to hear one of the pirate's say, "Welcome aboard, captain. The ship is yours." Penelope wanted to scream in disgust as she was suddenly escorted from the ship's deck as it erupted into busy activity once again as the crew began it's preparation for their departure from Bath's harbor. Penelope was escorted into the captain's quarters and left, the double doors locked behind her. She ran to the doors just as they closed, jerking on them wildly in an attempt to release herself from her captive state to no avail. "Let me out!" she screamed and then in frustration, kicked at the bottom of the door before whirling away to take in her surroundings. Sighing deeply, despite herself, she had to admit that the quarters were both plush and inviting, despite her situation and she moved to one of the windows, cracking open the small shutters to look out over the open waters, blinking back silver tears as she watched Bath become smaller in the distance as the ship pulled further away. In the early hours of the morning, Blackbeard entered his quarters so tired that he had almost forgotten the wench that he had confiscated from the governor. Tossing aside his jacket and removing the two swords that he wore, he began to remove the rest of his weapons which included assorted knives and pistols to set into the open armoire within his room. He turned suddenly, hearing a noise behind him only to see the wench pushing herself into a sitting position on his bed. Edward looked stunned momentarily and then looking directly at the woman, crossed his arms over the massive breadth of his chest as she dared look him in the eye. Penelope couldn't help but wonder what the man would truly look like if he took long enough to take a bath and shave. She could hardly make out anything beyond the layer of dirt and sweat, the massive tangle of both hair and beard, not to mention the array of tattoos and brands that lay in intricate patterns up both arms and disappeared beneath remains of his loose shirt that unbuttoned almost to his navel. His shirt sleeves had been rolled up as he worked and Penelope pulled her gaze from him to look into his eyes once more. "Why did you bring me here?" she finally asked as the rock of the boat creaked into the quietness of the early morn. "I thought that part was obvious," he retorted before her resumed his removal of clothes, peeling off his shirt to reveal the rest of his wide chest and broad back as he turned away from her. "How dare you remove your clothes in front of me!" she spat out, fire burning bright in her eyes once more as her anger grew at his bold behavior. Blackbeard simply chuckled as he tossed the dirty shirt aside and onto the back of a chair at the long table within his quarters. "You forget yourself, wench," he retorted, pouring water into a large bowl from a pitcher in his armoire. "These are MY quarters and I'm tired," he replied. Penelope shot daggers from her eyes into the back of his head as she watched him casually remove his clothing and begin to bathe himself with a sponge and the water in the bowl, what little good it might do. "Then have me taken elsewhere," she demanded, her chin tilting a bit more with disdain. "It wasn't my choice to be taken to your quarters, I assure you." Blackbeard used a small towel to wash his face and then turned to regard the girl, running his fingers through his tangled beard with an amused expression on his face. "And where would you have me move you, bold one? Perhaps below the deck with the crew?" He almost burst into peals of laughter at the look that overcame her face at his suggestion. "Ah," he replied with a chuckle, "that's what I thought." Penelope didn't have a reply to his obvious statement. The last place she wanted to be was amid his crew, especially after the way they had been leering at her earlier. She reflexively reached up, pulling her loose robe tighter closed around her slender throat. Leaning down, Blackbeard splashed more water onto his bearded face and using a small sliver of soap, washed his face and neck thoroughly for a pirate. Penelope couldn't help but watch him, surprised that he would take pains to actually clean himself, as if she expected that he never bathed or took care of himself. After a moment, she managed to ask, "Why don't you cut that mop you call hair or that thick shaggy beard? I must say, it is rather atrocious." Blackbeard chuckled, hearing the girl's suggestion and turning, water dripping from his beard, regarded her with an amused expression. "And you think this would make my enemies fear me more?" he managed to ask. Penelope's eyebrows furrowed together as one as she watched him and then she managed a slight blush at how ridiculous her suggestion must sound to a scallywag such as himself. "Forget I said anything," she spat and looked away, the moonlight filtering in through the shuttered windows. Blackbeard couldn't help but regard the girl as he took his towel and ran it over his face and then reaching for a brush, moved across the floor of his quarters to where the girl sat upon his bed. Reaching out quickly, his strong hand wrapped around her wrist as he yanked her from the thick coverlets and pulled her to her feet. Thrusting the brush into her hand, he sat on the edge of the bed himself and upturned his face to look at the girl. She looked incredulous momentarily as she looked at the brush and then to the pirate before her. "What do you expect me to do with this?" she demanded. "Make yourself useful, wench," he demanded and closed his eyes, waiting for her ministrations upon him. "Excuse me?!" she demanded, bristling to hear him regard her as a simple chamber maid and expect her to wait on him hand and foot. "What do you take me for?!" Blackbeard opened his eyes, regarding the beauty before him as her fingers tightened on the brush. For a moment, he thought maybe her bold enough to strike him with it and then with a grin that he knew made her as mad as a wet hen, he said quite simply, "Either wait on me or I'm sure my crew can find better use for a shapely wench like you." Penelope could have screamed and bit down on her lower lip to keep from saying something that she might regret. With an exasperated stamp of her foot upon the hardwood floor beneath her tiny slippered feet, she moved in closer to the pirate's beard and with long sure strokes, began to brush out the tangles. Blackbeard's Downfall Ch. 03 Penelope awoke to find herself on a bed of coverlets upon the floor. The rock and dip motion of the sea awoke her with a start and she sat up amid the sunlight streaming in through the open windows. She could smell the air stung with saltwater wafting in and momentarily, she couldn't remember where she was or how she got there. She could feel the warmth of the sun and the spray of the sea as she stood, wavering a bit as she tried to find her sea legs and moved to the open window. "Blackbeard," she managed to whisper as it all came back to her. Shuddering in remembrance of her capture from her father's home, Penelope clung to one coverlet reflexively, it's thickness draped down the front of her pantaloon clad form. Walking to the open window to gaze out, she couldn't help but think back to her moments with the pirate the night before. She gasped softly as she remembering the feel of his hair slipping through her fingers as she brushed it, wondering what it might feel like against the heated flesh of her naked body. Angrily, she brushed away the sudden tears that stung her eyes. Here she was, a prim and proper citizen of Bath, daughter of the Governor, held hostage in the quarters of a pirate. And to make matters worse, she could feel herself being drawn to him in some kind of strange fascinating way. It was too much! Trembling hands reached up to cover her face and Penelope gave way to her tears, her anger slowly seeping away, succumbing to her fear and desperation. "Oh father," she whispered, choking on her tears. "Don't leave me here long ... I can feel my resolve slipping away." "Can you now?" Penelope turned suddenly from the window, her face registering shock as she saw Blackbeard's form inclining in the doorway, an amused expression on his face. She could feel the tears still trickling down her flushed cheeks, her lips slightly parted in shock to know that he had heard her words but it wasn't until she followed the movements of his eyes down her scantily clad form that she snapped out of her shock and spat out, "Get out! Leave me alone!" His laughter brought a sob from her lips and she shook with fury and fear. Suddenly he was in motion, long sure strides bringing him quickly across the cabin's length to where she stood. Penelope shrank back as far as she could against the open window, her eyes wide with fear. And then suddenly his hand was strong in her hair, hauling her small form up against his and her shriek of surprise and pain got lost in the tangle of his beard as she found herself pressed against him. A strong hand in the middle of her back pressed her deliberately to him as he yanked back, exposing her tear-streaked face completely to his view. Penelope found herself mesmerized by the look in his eyes. Despite his rugged appearance, there was something about him ... something behind the demeanor that his crew and enemies saw. Penelope was drawn to him. There was something deeper within this giant of a man that many people feared and she saw it in his eyes ... felt it in his touch. She could feel her fear ebb away for a moment as she simply stared up at him, held tightly in his hold. And then she felt that fear well back up within her once again as he savagely took her mouth in a searing kiss. The proper Southern belle that she had been brought up as did not prepare her for the sudden sexual onslaught of his lips and tongue. Her hands flailed at him, the proper upbringing screaming for his respectful distance to no avail. She could feel the explosion of his breath against her lips as he chuckled, turning her in his arms as he half carried, half drug her across the room in his arms. And then suddenly she was flung onto the bed in an array of tangled limbs and strewn hair. "I told you to mind your place, wench," he growled as he began to peel off his clothes before her. Penelope's mouth went dry as her mind registered just what he had in mind and she squirmed back to the corner of the wedge against the wall, furtherest away from him. Where she wanted to protest, she could only watch this man peel off the clothes that kept him from her view. Even as she cried out with fear, begging him to have mercy on her, she couldn't help but shudder in anticipation as he disrobed completely. Everything about him was muscled. As he continued to disrobe, she watched the rippling play of those muscles. She knew, from being held by him, that there was much power coiled in those muscles. She thrilled to feel him against her once more, even in the far recesses of her mind and she couldn't help but whimper in protest. She could not help the blush that kissed her cheeks at where her thoughts had taken her. More than anything, she wanted to hate him and this new sensation, these new feelings were catching her completely off-guard. Turning her gaze away, she couldn't help but think how Blackbeard was well defined and very much in shape. She supposed it came from the long hours on the ship and pillaging and as her thoughts turned to his encounters with his enemies, she couldn't help but shriek and scream at him. "Stay away from me! Don't you DARE touch me, you filthy scalawag!" But her words only served to fuel his displeasure at her and in one stretch across the bed, he had her trapped in his hands again, shaking her until her teeth rattled. "You WILL learn your place wench! That mouth of yours will serve a better purpose!" he growled and then covered her mouth again in a searing kiss, sucking the breath right from her lungs. Penelope's hands flailed futilely at him as he took possession of her mouth. As if it were the opening to the rest of her soul, she could feel her resolve slowly begin to ebb away as he took what he would from her. But as she began to respond to him, his hard grasp eased some, giving way to encouraging caresses that left her panting for more when his mouth finally moved from hers. As Blackbeard's eyes locked with hers, her heart cried out to her to be afraid. Be afraid! She was scarcely clothed. He was a man whose intent was becoming clearer by the minute as his eyes swept over her with a silent, urgent message. Penelope's senses reeled with her own raging hunger ... a hunger she had never felt before. 'Fight it!' her heart cried out to her. 'Fight these emotions that are so dangerous!' She was a captive, she frantically reminded herself. Captives were forced to do many things they did not wish to do. Yet as Blackbeard gazed at her now with a fierce, possessive heat, she knew that if he took her as his, it would be because she wished it to happen. She was experiencing desire for the first time in her life. Sweet currents of warmth that she could not deny were sweeping through her. She wanted him. She wanted his kiss ... his arms ... his ... everything! Her whole body trembled as his hands were suddenly on her throat, framing her face. His thumbs lightly caressed her flushed cheeks, his mouth a feather's touch from her lips once again. Suddenly he surrounded her with his hard strong arms, pressing her against him as his mouth seized her lips in a frenzied kiss ... a kiss that stilled all of her doubts and fears. Her arms crept around his neck and answered his hungered kiss with that of her own. She knew that she must not allow this but yet, she could not stop it once it had started. She felt all of her reserves melting away into something erotically wonderful. When he laid her back on the bed, pressing her small form beneath his large one, Penelope felt that surge of fear suddenly become a reality once more. She pressed against him, her small hands trying to ward him off as she whimpered in protest, "Please ... no ... don't do this." But she felt the sweep of his hand from her shoulder down the curve of her waist and to the flare of her hips, pressing himself harder into her as he leaned close to her ear to whisper, "You are mine now, my delectable wench and I will accept nothing but complete obedience from you from this moment on." Penelope became almost frantic as he words sank into her ear, thrashing beneath him even as he roughly pushed her thighs apart. His right hand snaked into her hair once again, pulling her head back so that the smooth column of her neck was exposed to his hungered lips. She cried out as his teeth marked her neck, drawing a portion of her flesh deep into his mouth as he settled between her thighs. 'I must have lost my mind!' she frantically thought as she momentarily remembered how just moments ago she had almost craved his touch. No her movements were becoming more desperate but at the same time, more inhibited by his possession over her body. "You savage!" she screamed. "You scallywag! Don't touch me ... don't ...." Blackbeard's free hand suddenly made contact full force with her cheek as he roared in disapproval, "YOU are NOT in control, wench!" And then his lips covered hers once again as his hand reached down, tearing the scant clothing from her body, her piercing screams echoing across the waters of the still night, heard only by the waves that rolled out from the movements of the ship as it carried her further into the legendary pirate's control. Blackbeard's Downfall Ch. 04 The next morning Penelope found herself naked in the middle of Blackbeard's bed. A soft moan erupted as she rolled to her side, aching from the night before. Sobbing softly, she remembered the way he had taken her roughly, searing into her every thought that she was but a toy for his pleasures on the sea. She buried her still flushed face into the softness of his pillow, hurtful tears racing down her cheeks as her sore body served as a reminder that he had roughly and without mercy, taken from her what she had wanted to gift to her husband one day. And now … now, that too had been ripped from her control. As she moved in the bed gingerly, her whole body ached from the night spent in the pirate's arms and Penelope slowly peeled back the coverlets on his bed to take a look at the damage he had done. There were blood stains dried on both the bed beneath her and the tender flesh of her inner thighs. Seeing the proof of her shattered virginity, Penelope burst into sobs once more. There would be no kind of life for her now that Blackbeard the Pirate had come into her life. Trembling hands covered her face as fat, hot tears slid down her cheeks. Why was this happening to her? She didn't have time to contemplate on the subject long as the door suddenly swung open again and wide eyes lifted from behind the comfort of her hands to see him moving back into the cabin. He seemed to not even notice her as he heavily sat down in a chair, lifting a leg to pull off his boots, one at a time. Trembling fingers reached for the sheets that lay crumpled around her to pull them up as the tears continued to slide unchecked down her flushed cheeks. "Don't," came the curt reply from across the room as Blackbeard lifted his gaze as both his feet moved back to the floor, his hard thighs spread wide as he sat back in a relaxed manner to look at the girl crying on his bed. Penelope, for some unknown reason, simply obeyed even though she could feel her tears continue to roll down her cheeks, her jaded gaze lowering as she felt him drinking in the mere sight of her naked form on his bed. It seemed like there was so much that she wanted to say ranging between the urge to scream at him and rage for taking her virginity. But then there was the part of her, that part shocked her to the very core, which wanted him to simply move to the bed and take him in her arms again. Blackbeard watched Penelope quietly even as the emotions in him stirred something that he was unused to when it came to women. He had been a rogue, true, throughout his many years alongside the seaside towns and villages through his campaign of pillaging through places that most pirates wouldn't dare touch. He had enough wisdom and education to make business dealings with those that mattered so that most of his antics went undisciplined. He had never been one to care about the consequences of his actions. But as he sat across the small expanse of his cabin, watching Penelope shed tears over what he had taken for granted, he was more than surprised to find that her tears were affecting him in a way that he hadn't known existed. "What do you want with me?" she managed to whisper, her eyes daring to glance up at the man that held her captive. Blackbeard was unsure really how to answer her. And a part of him felt a surge of anger that she dared ask him. But then there was this part of him that felt a twinge of … what was the name of that emotion? Hurt? Perhaps his pride was hurt that this woman that he had gifted throughout the past months and tried his best to woo just wasn't interested in him. No one denied Blackbeard the Pirate! "Why do you fight the inevitable?" he simply asked back as he undid the ornate cufflinks at his wrists, tossing the encrusted gold medallions upon the table before rolling up the sleeves of his ruffled shirt. Penelope simply looked at him, her green eyes full of confusion and disbelief at where she suddenly found herself after a lifetime in her father's mansion. "I am not the kind of woman that falls in love with a pirate," she replied in a soft voice. "Maybe you are," he said, his dark gaze locked with hers, "and you just don't know it." "Blackbeard …" she began, imploring him with her gaze. "Edward," he said back, surprised somewhat that he spoke his true name to the girl sitting uncovered on his bed. "Excuse me?" she said, blinking a bit in surprise. It had never occurred to her that he had a real name. "It's Edward," he repeated, unbuttoning the top few buttons on his shirt to give her a slight glimpse of the dark hair dotted across his chest. He noticed the way her gaze dropped momentarily, taking in his form beneath the long beard. "You know," he added with an amused expression, "As in my name." "What do you take me for?" she retorted, feeling her fire return somewhat in the exchange of wits between them. "A wench that I intend to make mine completely," he answered honestly. "I don't want you!" she spat, green daggers seeming to come from her eyes as she glared across the room at him. "Your body said differently last night," he said with a grin, triumphant to see her face blush crimson and eyes fill with tears once again. "How dare you!" she gasped, choking back a sob. Before she could give way to her tears again, he said in a low but strong voice, "Come here." Penelope's lips fell open in shock. Surely he was jesting. Blackbeard narrowed his eyes some, watching her. "It's not a question, Penelope," he said, using her name for the first time. She felt her jaw twitch as a tremble snaked down her spine but despite the fear that she felt rising in her belly, she unfolded long legs to drape over the side of the bed and slowly pushed her way to a standing position. For a moment she thought that her legs wouldn't work as she saw his dark penetrating gaze lower, following the contours of her body before moving slowly back up over her exposed form. "Please don't do this," she pleaded one last time. "Now," came his simple reply. It seemed like a lifetime … the time that it took for her to cross the small amount of distance that kept her naked form from him. She was confused at the feelings that were raging through her young body. She had never been with a man before Bla … Edward. Last night hadn't proved to be something that she had imagined when her time came to gift her virginity to her husband. In fact, it was everything she hadn't imagined. It hadn't been her wedding night … it hadn't been an expression of love or even, in the oddest sense of all, something that she had heard was her "duty". No, last night had been raw … purely sexual and even though he had taken her body without consent, roughly … there was something within her that longed for him to do it again. Edward watched her approach and knew that she was fearful but even still, he could sense in her a longing … perhaps a curiosity about him. She had an unexplainable attraction that appealed to him. He had thought that perhaps after the initial rape, that his fatuation with her would be sated. But instead he found that he wanted her even more. Penelope stopped before him, her whole body trembling uncontrollably as he watched her every move. She knew she was drawn to him. She couldn't control it … despite the way he had stripped her of her innocence just the night before. Now … now she just wanted him to do it again and it shamed her right down to her very toes. She wanted him. Edward caught her gaze as she dared to look up at him from where she stood before him. He wanted to grab her and toss her onto the table and have his way with her but something in the way she just came to him without screaming her denial about what her body spoke to him … he wanted more. She was beautiful. He had always thought so. But today … today there was something else that he could see beautiful about her. He just didn't have the words to explain exactly what it was. Reaching out, his strong fingers wrapped around her dainty wrist to pull her towards him. He felt her resist only momentarily before she was drawn to him, pulled down onto his lap, her toned thighs straddled out over his lap. He spread his thighs a bit more, opening her fully to his gaze and his will as his fingers remained locked upon her wrist. Reaching up with his free hand, he slid it along her neck, behind the heavy curtain of her hair to the back of her neck and drew her closer to him until her sweet lips were just mere inches from his. Penelope shuddered as her thighs parted even more, feeling her innermost being exposed to his hungered gaze. She gasped softly as she felt the strong pressure of his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her closer in towards his lips. Where she should have been repulsed by the thick shaggy beard and long hair, all she could see were the perfectly formed lips beyond and the dark, mesmerizing gaze of his eyes as he looked at her. Despite his ragged and scruffy appearance, she could make out the finely chiseled features of his face hidden beneath the guise that he wore for his enemies. "Would you shave your beard if I begged you to?" she dared to whisper as her lips hovered just before his, her jaded gaze locked with his. "Are you begging?" he replied with a soft laugh before his lips claimed hers in a searing kiss, pressing firmly to hers as he watched her lashes flutter closed with a soft whimper. Penelope felt her resolve slipping as his lips claimed hers. It wasn't a raping kiss or one that claimed her roughly. Instead it was more of a patient kiss, as if he were waiting for her to give in to the feelings that she was battling with inside. She couldn't help but whimper some, feeling her lips slowly begin to part beneath his until his tongue slowly reached out to stroke them gently, prying them apart until she suddenly found their tongues twisting and stroking against one another's. The last thing she had expected was for her resolve to melt so quickly beneath a kiss that she hadn't expected. Edward's fingers curled into the thick tresses of her hair and with a gentleness that surprised him firmly pulled her head back, their lips parting slowly. He saw the surprise in her eyes followed by a longing that he never expected to see in her expression and the impact that it made on him was almost alarming. Suddenly she had shifted from being a captive to a girl that he wanted to protect and hold close. As his head lowered to her throat, his mouth sucking on her sweet flesh like a cherished dessert, he realized that for the first time he had feelings for a woman … real feelings that went beyond his own desires. Blackbeard's Downfall Ch. 05 Blackbeard's strong arms encircled Penelope's tiny waist, his large calloused hands cupping beneath the curve of her sweet ass and hauling her to him roughly, he stood. One arm tightened on her waist, crushing her to his chest as his other hand demandingly pulled her strong, long legs around his waist as his lips crushed to hers once more in a searing kiss. He could feel her stiffen against him momentarily and then begin to relax as her ankles locked in the small of his back, causing her hot exposed cunt to press against his belly. The groan that lifted from his lips was both urgent and primal. He had to have her … in every way. He shuddered ... he actually shuddered as he felt her soft curves melt against him, a low moan of pleasure escaping him as he pushed her forcefully against the wall. Penelope couldn't help the whimper that escaped her lips as she felt him press her hard into the wall. There was something so primal, so urgent about the way in which he needed her and she caught onto that urgency until it wrapped around her entire being like a wanton caress. She was bound to him and the more than her body responded to him, the more she realized that there was no other place that she wanted to be. A shudder snaked down her spine as her legs shifted, opening her body up more to him as her nails slid up the wide expanse of his back to dig into his shoulders. "Edward ... please ..." she whimpered, needing him more than she could put voice to. Blackbeard pinned her against the wall securely, his large calloused hands stroking her curves and hot flesh. Dipping his head, he bit her neck sensually with a low growl. "Please what?" he demanded as the thickness of his beard brushed across the curve of her breasts. He wanted to hear her admit that she wanted him ... he wanted her to beg for it this time. She cried out softly, her back arching as her head pressed back into the wall. Turning her face some to present more of her neck to him, Penelope wiggled her hips against him, pressing her wet swollen cunt against his raging hard on. "Fuck me Edward ... please ... make me yours," she pleaded huskily. Blackbeard grunted in response, pushing against her as his large hands reached to spread her thighs more and then between their bodies to guide his cock to her opening, whispering huskily into her ear, "Gladly ..." and with that, he thrust deep inside her hard with a small cry, grunting as he jerked into her, laying claim to her body once again. Penelope cried out as he thrust hard into her, jerking her hips forward to impale herself deeply onto his length. Her nails dug into the back of his shoulders as her mouth fell to his neck, sucking and biting reflexively as he claimed her again as his. She could feel his body shuddering as he jerked hard up into her wet, warm depths. There was no doubt about what he was doing ... he was raping her but with her willing consent this time, claiming her as his. "Oh ... oh, god yeah," Blackbeard groaned, his head tilting to the side to let her have his neck beneath the thick growth of tangled beard and as he felt her lips and teeth he thrust harder into her, his hands roaming and claiming her flesh as much as his cock was claiming her cunt. Penelope trembled uncontrollably against him, feeling her cunt walls contract with each thrust of his hard, thick cock deep inside of her. She didn't realize the extent of her awakened passions as her nails marked him and her mouth and teeth bit at him , licking at his neck in wild abandon as she felt him take control of her whole being, using her for his pleasure ... the way that she was starting to realize she was meant to be. This is where she belonged ... with a pirate ... with THIS pirate. Blackbeard grunted hard, her name rolling off his tongue time and again as he raped her, grinding her into the wall as he slammed his thick, hard cock into her spasmming flesh. "Oh yeah ... mine ... all mine," he groaned passionately, his teeth gritting as his cock thickened inside of her. Her cries seemed to morph into screams of pleasure and uncontrollable sounds that moved from mews of pleasure to whimpers ... to moans and groans ... to outright screams as his cock slammed deep inside of her. Her lips and tongue and teeth and nails took on a life of their own; biting and raking at him as he pushed her out of control. "Oh god ... god ... Edward ... Edward!" Uncontrollable shudders raked through him as he was clawed and bitten at, the sensations driving him to rape her harder, trembling as his cock thickens inside her moist, tight depths. Muttering her name almost incoherently, he managed to whisper in a harsh, lust-filled voice, "Oh god ... Penelope ... my girl ... I'm ... I'm gonna cum ..." Penelope cried out, the sensations overwhelming as she pushed her head back against the wall, her nails digging deep into the pirate's back as she trembled almost violently. Her cunt walls clamped down on his cock and then erupted in a myriad of pulsing motions, cumming hard over his thickening cock as she screamed his name, "Edward! Ohhhhh ... Edward!" Grunting hard, Blackbeard gasped as he felt Penelope lose control and cum, jerking into her harder with a cry as his own control slipped and he spewed deep inside of her, hot cum shooting deep into her womb as he gripped her hips almost painfully, pounding into her relentlessly as he rides out his orgasm. "Oh ... oh yeah ..." Crying out again, Penelope's eyes widened as his thrusts became harder and faster, causing her cunt to contract and collapse again, flooding him again with more sweet, thick nectar. She could feel him erupt and spew deep inside of her, one hand sliding back to dig her nails into his hip. "Oh god, Edward ... oh god ..." she moaned, a sob catching in her throat at the unexpected feelings that he was arousing in her with an intensity she couldn't understand. She was falling for him ... falling in love with a pirate! Growling deeply into her ear as she scratched at him, Blackbeard bucked into her forcefully and deep as she sobbed. His free hand glid down to her breast to squeeze it hard, demandingly. "You're mine, Penelope. All mine," he growled before his teeth sunk into her neck much like a rabid animal taking its prey, sucking hard on the tender spot enough to leave a claiming mark for all to see. Penelope gasped, moaning to hear his animalistic growl, a shudder snaking down her spine as he bucked into her, his words making her whole body lurch and spiral out of control again as her cunt muscles contracted around him. Crying out as his lips and teeth marked her neck, her eyes fluttered closed, sobbing out in pleasure and joy as she lost herself in the pirate's arms. Blackbeard grunted hard, growling as he bit and suckled on her, raping her forcefully before he tensed again with a cry and thrust into her hard, moaning in utter pleasure. Cumming hard again inside of her, he could feel her spasmming cock milk him for all he was worth as he growled low into her ear, "Oh yeah ... damn, that feels good wench " and with a tenderness that even took him by surprise, lowered his mouth to nibble on her ear affectionately. She affected him ... something that was surprising but at the same time, something that he held onto in this insane world that he lived every day. Grunting when the last little bit is worked from him, he settled against her to use her for support, panting hard. Moaning softly, Penelope held onto that one last moment when he came, his cock demanding nothing short of all she's got as her body seemed trained to follow his lead, cumming again as his seed was shoved deep inside of her womb. Sobbing through whimpers and mews of pleasure as she crushed against the wall beneath his weight, Penelope moaned softly as her fingers gently, absently began stroking his hip. "I ... I ... love you," she barely breathed as tears touched her eyes. The pirate took a deep breath and lifted off of her some, gazing deep into her eyes as he held her still pinned against the wall. There was that part of him that wanted to answer her in return but he could never admit to the weakness that she brought out in him. Instead, he growled out, his fingers digging into the sweet curve of her ass suddenly found in his large hands, "Of course you do wench ... you're mine" and claimed her once more in a searing kiss that left Penelope breathless and aching for more.