Something was wrong. Kate
looked up from her journal, her head cocked to one side as she tried to figure
out just what made her think that. She heard a thump and a muffled scream seconds
before her cabin door was kicked open. Her pen fell from fear-numbed fingers as
she stood, backing away from the immense man that blocked the doorway. The
chair toppled over and in that second she realized that the ship was silent –
the motor had stopped.
“Hey there, Pretty Girl,”
growled the man, stepping toward her, rope in his hands, “Turn around and you
won’t get hurt.”
Kate stared at him, her
breath catching in her throat, “Who are you and what do you want?” They were in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean
and she had never seen this man before and the crew was not that large.
“Don’t cause me problems,
Bitch, and turn around!” He took another step toward her, pulling out a long
knife from his belt.
Slowly she turned around
and held as still as she could as her mind whirled. What was happening? Where had he come from? She felt the man get closer to her and she
yelped in fear as he grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her. With practiced
skill he crossed her wrists and bound them with plastic ties. The realization
of what could happen to her hit her with full force.
“Oh God, no!” she panicked,
kicking back and connecting with a solid thump. The man fell to the floor, crying
out, holding himself and cursing. Kate bolted out of the doorway and down the
narrow hallway, stumbling in fear. She tried to remember where on this yacht
anything was, but fear clouded her mind. She headed for the back of the ship. Last
she remembered her cousins were supposed to be back there sunbathing. She had
to warn them. Running, she rounded a corner and ran headlong into another man. The
force of it knocked her to the deck, where she lay stunned for a moment. A
moment long enough for the man – another stranger – to lean over her.
“What’s this now?” his eyes
showed a dark hunger that made her ill.
Kate looked into his eyes
and knew she didn’t know him. She kicked up, remembering her hours in self
defense classes and connected with his knee, listening to him scream as he fell
to the deck. Struggling to get to her feet again, Kate was pushed back to the
deck by a boot in the small of her back.
“Someone bind her feet,
would you?” The voice was an almost lazy and bored British accent, but the
power of his boot into her back held her easily until someone grabbed her
ankles and with another pair of plastic ties secured her ankles, leaving her on
They left her there on the
deck. She could hear them going through the ship, room by room. Somewhere she
could hear someone crying. Determined not to be a victim, Kate tried to inch
her way toward the closest door. She had to find some way to cut her bonds. She
had made it several feet across the deck toward the main salon when the boot
was back, pressing into her back again. The pain pressed her into the varnished
deck, making her gasp.
“You are a determined one
aren’t you?” There was amusement in the voice this time. With ease, the boot
flipped her over so she was blinking up in the sun at the owner of the boot and
the voice. He stood very tall, dark hair and eyes, over the white shirt and
She lay there for a moment
as he looked at her with interest. He wasn’t part of the crew either. How had
they boarded the ship without the crew noticing?
“Please, what is
happening?” Kate asked, fearing the answer.
The man crouched down and ran
his fingers across Kate’s face, smiling when she tried to draw back, “Since you
asked so nicely. We’re pirates. You know -- sailing the seven seas, taking
bounty. And we found your ship.”
Kate blinked a few times as
this sank in. It couldn’t be. This couldn’t be real. Yet she knew there were
still pirates, but it was so far fetched, so unreal. “When you get what you
want here, you will leave?” Maybe they would take anything worth value and just
leave them alone. She clung to that hope.
The man smiled a feral
smile that made her shiver, “Oh yes… and the crew will be left unharmed, the
engine repairable in time. We will take what we want and be gone.”
Kate relaxed a little, not
totally believing him as the he looked up to another of his men, “Are we
ready?” The other man must have nodded as
the man with the boots clapped his hands once, “Let’s load up then and get
moving. Butch, you help with the others, I’ll get this one.” He hefted Kate up and flung her over his
shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“What are you doing?” Kate
kicked at him with her bound feet and struggled like a wet cat. “Put me down!”
He didn’t reply, but carried
her to the back of the yacht. With the help of another of his crew, they got
her across to their ship which was pulled up along side. He dumped her on the
back deck of his ship and then left as the rest of his crew came aboard and
they cast off. Kate could see her cousins also bound and huddled together
nearby. Missy and Heather looked terrified as they knelt crying on the deck,
their hands secured behind their backs, wearing only their bikinis.
They were left there,
unattended for almost an hour in the hot sun. Missy and Heather had begun to
whisper to each other instead of crying. Kate wasn’t sure that was an
improvement knowing her cousins. As for herself, her arms were sore from being
bound and she was developing a thirst that was almost painful. She had managed
to wiggle herself into a semi-sitting position by the wall of the cabin, when
she heard the sound of Boots coming back.
“I see I am going to have
to keep my eye on you, Girl,” he said, pushing her, back down to the deck with
his foot firmly. “If I wanted you sitting up, I would have left you sitting
Missy, one of Kate’s
cousins looked up defiantly, “I don’t know who you are, Mister, but you are
going to turn this boat right around and take us back.”
Flopped back on her side,
Kate moaned to herself. She had a feeling Missy was going to try something like
this. Antagonizing these men and making demands was not going to help one bit.
struggled uncomfortably on her side and hissed loudly at her cousin,
"Missy, Shut up!" The girl couldn't be that stupid, could
she? Surely she understood how much danger they were in?
"If you return us to
the ship, we have decided we won't press charges. But if you persist on holding
us, my father will be very angry." Missy glared at Boots and managed a
self-satisfied flip of her wind tossed hair.
Several of the other men
had gathered on the deck now and were watching the show. Boots drew out a long
knife from his boot and moved closer to Missy. Her show of defiance crumpled as
she screamed and tried to back away from it, her bare feet scrabbling
helplessly at the deck as she backed into the railing.
"You should have
listened to your friend over there and shut up," He pressed the tip of the
blade against her skin and moved it slowly down her chest, between her breasts,
leaving a thin line but no blood. Missy barely breathed. "You have no voice
on this ship. I am the one in control here, and you are nothing. The sooner you
understand that, the easier it will be for you." He backed up and stood,
looking at the three of them with obvious pleasure.
"Now pay attention,
Girls. I really dislike having to repeat myself. You are not going to be held
for ransom. I am not going to set you free at the next port. My main reason for
boarding your ship was to capture you. I am a slaver. I take women, I train
them and I sell them. If you cooperate, if will be much more pleasant for you
than you think."
Kate lay still and closed
her eyes as nausea filled her. This couldn't be happening. She curled up a bit,
as if it would somehow protect her from his words. She could feel the movement of the boat and
hear the slap of the waves against the hull.
"I expect your prompt
obedience. There will be rewards for those who obey and punishment for those
who do not. Count on it. Consider yourselves to be slaves. You have nothing,
you are nothing. So, for your first lesson, you will learn that you wear
nothing until I have decided you wear something."
The knife flashed at her
breasts and twice at her hips before Missy could make a noise. Boots took the
scraps of fabric and ripped them from her body and tossed them overboard. Heather,
her other cousin cried as her bikini was as easily cut and discarded. Heather
curled up on herself, trying to hide her body from the men.
Boots stepped over to Kate
and ran the back of his hand down her bare arm, savoring the touch. "You
have lovely skin," he whispered to her and smiled as her eyes flickered
from the horizon to him for a second. "You are going to be exquisite naked
at my feet."
starred at the horizon, fighting with herself not to scream. Why didn't he just
do it and be done with it? This was torture. She tried not to shiver as he
moved the edge of the knife over the neckline of her dress. Just the feel of
the blade against her skin made her want to start screaming and never stop.
is your name, Girl?" his voice seemed to be all around her., filling her mind.
opened her mouth to answer and then shut it. Why should she tell him? Screw the
fingers forced her head to look toward him and she could see cold anger in his
eyes, "Let's learn a lesson, shall we? When I ask a question, you answer. There
are no exceptions."
nodded to his men and despite her struggles, they had Kate strung up by her
outstretched wrists. He secured her feet to a handy cleat on the deck so her
body was taught, almost like a crucifixion. She could support her weight on her
toes or when they tired, her arms.
brought the knife down to her waist and cut the skirt of her dress with a
single stroke, bearing her leg and thigh. He reached into a nearby bag and took
out a long white stick.
is gonna be sorry now," laughed the man that Kate had kicked in her
stateroom, "You get her good Captain."
looked at the stick in confusion. Was he going to beat her with it? No. It
appeared he was going to poke her with it. She saw the blue arch of electricity
at the tip just before he pressed the cattle prod against her bare upper thigh.
screamed and fought the restraints as the pain whipped through her like
lightning. And then it stopped. She hung there limply gasping and felt the
knife slide over her skin, cutting away her sleeve, cutting down the bodice of
the dress until her left breast was exposed.
repeat myself," he spoke calmly, moving the cattle prod toward her exposed
breast. "What is your name?"
began to fight the restraints frantically trying to get away from the pain
before it came. She could hear someone screaming and then she was engulfed in a
wash of white hot pain.
cut again at her skirt, slicing away more fabric and this time cutting away at
the thin cotton fabric of her panties.
of the men made lewd comments. She could feel his fingers invading her,
spreading her lower lips and her eyes widened in horror as she realized what he
was going to do next. She looked at him in terror and shook her head frantically,
“No! Please God, No!”
Captain just smiled back at her with feral delight, "What is your
she stammered, her mouth dry, her eyes focused on the cattle prod.
for Kathleen," he said knowingly as he lowered the prod and handed it to
something inside of her twist. He had done this to her, knowing the answer. He
had forced her to obey. The realization of this, of the casual way he has caused
her pain to make her obey sank in as his knife flashed in the late afternoon
sun and piece by piece her dress fell to the deck. She felt as if he were
baring her soul to the men the humiliation was intense for her. She could feel tears flowing down her face.
Captain stepped back and admired her. Finally naked, she was indeed a work of
beauty. Her skin had a soft uniform glow to it. She had not spent time in the
sun like the other two girls, but her skin had a natural hue. Her breasts were
nicely sized, full and firm with dark, hard nipples that just begged for
torment. Her waist was trim and her hips swelled nicely. Long legs framed a V
of dark curly hair that he would have shaved off. Her dark brown hair had a
natural curl to it that made him want to tangle his fingers in it and pull her
head back, arching her body. With training and some grooming, she would fetch a
good price at auction as a sex toy; with work she would fetch a fortune as a
over his shoulder at the other two that were holding each other crying. The
temptation to zap them both with the cattle prod just for good measure was
great. Neither of them had the inner strength to make a quality submissive.
Still, he would find what area would make them fetch the best price, and he
would get it.
those two inside and let Doc run his tests on them. The rest of you have work
to do. After dinner, we'll see about having some fun with one of them."
He turned back to Kate and
saw her glaring daggers at him. There was something about her helpless anger
that aroused him. He reached up and stroked the soft curve of her breast, caressing
the hard nipple until she gasped in pleasure despite herself.
“Get your goddamn hands off
“Such a mouth, Kate,” he
chided. “I can gag you if you wish.” He watched her anger rise and a pink flush
spread over her skin. “Of course, I will punish you for swearing.” He heard the short intake of breath and
caught the flicker of her eyes return to the cattle prod he still held.
He slid his hand down the
soft line of her belly and between her legs, seeking out the little button of
her clit, “I know you are going to fight me, Kate. And I am going to prove to
you that I control you. I will control your pain, and I will control your
“Don’t touch me! Stop it!”
Kate tried to shake his hand free, but her movement was so limited she couldn’t
escape his hand. Touching herself had never felt as good as his fingers on her
She begged “No, please, No.
God, no!” He lowered his mouth to her breast and swirled his tongue over the
nipple. It was like a small electric shock from nipple to clit. She sobbed even
as she arched her back unconsciously, pressing her breasts out for more.
He laughed and sucked on
the nipple, pulling the hard nub into his mouth, ignoring her pleas for him to
stop, his fingers rubbing her clit faster and faster until she fought the
restraints again, straining to press her hips into his fingers. Then he stepped
back, watching her body strain with desire to follow his fingers.
Her eyes widened with
frustration and fury. She began an inventive stream of curses; fighting the
restraints with such determination that he watched carefully to be sure that
she would not injure herself.
Without taking his eyes off
of her, he reached into the bag and found the ball gag. He waited and when she
paused for breath he moved. Pulling on her braid, he forced her head back and
forced the ball gag into her mouth. She was shocked long enough for him to get
the first strap buckled. It took two sharp slaps to her face to get her to hold
still long enough for him to finish buckling the rest of the harness. He took
his time making sure the straps were secure and checking her fingers and toes
to be sure that she wasn’t going to be damaged from this ordeal. At this point,
she was in the shade, so there was no worry of her getting sunburned.
“Enjoy yourself, Kate. Doc
will be by later to do some of his exam. We’ll discuss your language later,” he
gathered up his bag and left her.