12 comments/ 58803 views/ 31 favorites Taken by Pirates Ch. 01 By: scarlett_waters Several thuds sounded outside the closet door in which she was hiding. Lady Katherine's betrothed, Sir Richard, had shut her away in here as soon as the cannons started firing, and the explosion of the town began. Her heart was racing, and screams could be heard from every side of the village. She kept hearing the townspeople call out, "Pirates! Pirates!" And several other harsh cries from men who sounded far from the gentlemen she accompanied herself with. Her body was pressed firmly against the back wall, her corset making it hard enough to breathe, without the fear coursing through her veins. They were in her fathers house now. She knew it. And why wouldn't they be? The Governor's house? Any thief would know this was the place to rob. She could hear her dear Richard shouting out orders to the guard in the house, but her betrothed's cries were cut short as a shot went off and she could no longer hear him. Had he been shot? Was he dead? Where was her father? She wanted desperately to open the door and see what was happening, but that would have been suicide, she knew that. Several more cries rang out, and several more shots as well. She heard a deep, gravely voice yell out, "Strip this place apart! Take all ye can!" Definitely pirates. Katherine swallowed hard, but the lump in her throat refused to let her. She watched as shadows passed by the door. They'd made it upstairs. She pressed herself more into the back corner, hidden by trench and petticoats alike. Her body was trembling. What if she was found? She couldn't fight. She couldn't do anything. She would be helpless. Would she die? Would they kill her? She didn't have time to finish her fears before the door was ripped open, and hands were searching the clothes. She held her breath and pressed herself even more, if it was possible, against the wall. The hands started ripping clothes off the racks, and she knew as soon as her soft green eyes met cold, dark brown, she was done for. "Well, looky here boys! We got the Guvnah's daughter!" Harsh hands grabbed her and yanked her out, causing a scream to erupt from her throat. The hands that had stolen her from her sanctuary reached up and grabbed her neck, cutting off most of her air supply. "Should we do her in?" Her wide, terrified eyes met another pair of dark eyes. "Dunno. Cap'n may want her." "What fer?" "That bosom shuld be nough fer you to know he'd wan' er." The men laughed and one nodded. "Cap'n sure loves the blondes and the bosoms." For an unknown reason, that sent the men in an uproar. And the next thing she knew, she could breathe again, but hands were grabbing her chest. She screamed and tried to get away, but the grip was too tight, and the mans arms were wrapped around her. "Ya ain't gettin away doll." The man sniggered as his ale stained breath caressed the side of her face. "Not only are ya out strengthed, but yer outnumbered too. So be a good girly and don't fight it." Katherine felt hot tears fill her eyes. She was utterly helpless, but she fought for her tears not to fall. She wouldn't give these pirates the satisfaction of her tears. They started to take her down the stairs of her home, and the bloody mess that was all around her terrified her. When she saw Richard, she nearly got sick. She looked ahead of her as she was pushed along. Once they got to the ship, the men had a right good time trying to look up her dress as she climbed the ladder on the side of the ship. She'd never felt more offended in her whole life. When her feet were placed firmly on the ship, whistles and hollers echoed all around her. "Lets see them tits!" "Take off all that there fabric!" "Lets fuck her!" She felt like a small animal in a pack of wolves, and fear consumed her. These men were going to eat her alive. She turned as if she would be able to run away, but hands pushed her by her shoulders, causing her to fall backwards onto her bum. As if that was their cue, men were on her like rabid dogs. Hands groped and ripped her dress. The bun her hair was in became loose, so her blonde, wavy hair came out. She cried out for help, as if it would have done any good. Hands moved under her skirts, searching for a feel as she fought, the best she could against them. "I bet ya, ya take the dress off and nuttin drops a inch! It all stays firm and round!" " Lets find out!" Katherine felt hands try and rip at the top of her dress, causing her to cry out, but before they could rip it away, a gunshot fired and all the men stopped and moved away from her. Katherine lay gasping for breath as silence overtook the late night air. Footsteps sounded and she turned she so she was on her stomach, and looking up the steps to find who the steps belonged too. And frankly, she couldn't believe her eyes. The man was young, much better dressed than the ruffians who had their claws all over her. He had dark, dark hair. And stubble just as dark. Even in the midnight light, she could see how piercing his eyes were. And his steps were slow and deliberate. And anyone in his way moved without hesitation. This was the captain. He stopped before her, and she didn't move, didn't look up. She was still trying to catch her breath, which seemed impossible. The mans knees bent, and a hand lifted under her chin. He stared deep into her eyes, and she felt he could read her very soul. "What is your name, my lady?" "Katherine." She said to him. Still trying to find herself and remain strong, even if her mind couldn't decipher if this was a bad dream or not. "My name is James." He said sensually, as his hand moved from her chin to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. His fingers then traced down her jawline, across one of her breasts and to her hand. He helped her to her feet and smiled an endearing smile. "Would you like to come to my cabin?" He didn't wait for an answer as he guided her there. Katherine felt like she was going to collapse at any moment. She knew, no matter how handsome or endearing this man appeared, the situation she was in wasn't good. He opened the cabin door, let her enter first, and then he closed the door behind them. They were alone. Taken by Pirates Ch. 02 I want to thank you all for your amazing feedback! It was much more than I was expecting being this is my first story and all. I'd like to make it known that I am open to whatever suggestions or pointers you may have! Thank you so much for reading, and I sincerely hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you did the first! ----------------------------------- James had Katherine sit in a chair in front of a grand, mahogany desk. Her heart was thundering against her chest, begging to be free as his hands guided her by resting softly on her shoulders, his fingers barely grazing her neck. Perhaps he was trustworthy? Perhaps he would let her go? Apologize for the roughness of his crew and the destruction of her home? Richard's face popped into her mind and her heart lurched into her throat. The pain of losing him was there, but her body was in complete shock at what was happening to her. James was sitting across from her now. His eyes staring deep into her own, and she felt chills run up her spine. She nervously put her hair behind her ear, and tried to straighten her dress, which had been ripped in several areas. Something inside of her wanted to stare right back into his eyes, and hold her head high. But she couldn't think at the moment. She didn't know what to do with herself. When her eyes found his again, she finally blurted out, "What do you want with me?" The corners of his lips twisted up into a crooked smile. He leaned forward on his desk, and Katherine leaned back on instinct. "Do you want the political response? Or the personal response?" Katherine swallowed. But before she could answer he took charge and gave her both instead. "Politically because your father is the governor, and I bet you're worth hell of a ransom. Personally?" His crooked smile grew as he slowly stood from the chair. He reminded her of some sort of creature. A prowling, large creature stalking slowly after its prey. He walked around the desk and behind where she was sitting. His hands took her long, golden hair into his hands and pulled it to one side. His hands ran over her shoulders as he leaned down to the side of her neck. His lips caressed her skin, and his hot breath caressed where his lips had been. "Personally, I am excited to find out what a minx you are." Katherine was frozen in her chair. She felt something warm stir deep inside her. Perhaps it was the way he spoke. His dark and gravely voice, caressing around her ear. Or maybe it was the way his strong and capable hands moved over the soft skin of her shoulders. But she wouldn't admit anything to herself, she was chalking it up to fear, and her body just didn't know how to react. His hands started moving down her chest, and his fingers slipping under the opening of her dress, finding the soft, delicate skin of her breasts. Katherine jumped up and spun around. Her green eyes finding an expression on his face that terrified her. He was between her and the door. And he must have realized that's what she was looking at, because he spoke, "Number one, you wouldn't make it to the door before I was on you. Number two, between the door and your escape is forty crewmen who would claim you in a heartbeat. Number three, between your escape and home is already over two hundred feet of water. You're stuck here, pet." Katherine felt like she couldn't breathe as tears sprang into her eyes. "Darling," he spoke a term of endearment to her, but it almost sounded like an insult in with the sultry tone he spoke it in. "There is no need for tears. I am not going to kill you. All I ask, is you do as I say. Can you do that?" Katherine looked around, as if she was going to find escape somewhere. Even though she knew there really wasn't one. So her wide, innocent eyes found his again, and she nodded slowly. "I want you to step out of your dress." Katherine just wanted to cry. She'd never undressed for a man before, she was saving herself for Richard. But he was dead. He was dead because of this man and this ship. "No." She said as strong as she could manage. Her no only caused James to laugh however. "Oh love, there is no, no here. Only yes. Now, take. Off. Your. Dress." It was terrifying how quickly his sentence shifted. His first few words were still mixed with his laugh, but his last few? There was so much venom and ice dripping from those last words, that it stirred something more inside Katherine. She was stuck though. If she didn't do as he asked, there was no telling what he would do to make her. So her shaking hands went behind her back, and slowly started to unlace the corset that held up her dress. As the fabric started getting looser, Katherine felt more and more vulnerable. James' eyes were going over and over her body, waiting for the dress to fall. When it finally did, his eyes grew and his smile got even more crooked, if that were possible. She stepped out of the crumpled fabric at her feet, and her hands immediately went to her chest and between her legs, trying to cover herself. "Nu-uh lovey, keep your hands at your sides." Hesitating, she did what she was told. The captain moved forward, his hands trailing down her arm as he walked around her. She continued staring forward, leaving her unprepared for the smack on her ass. It caused her to stumble forward, and his arms went around her just as quickly. His hand grabbing at her breast as he held her firm against his body. Katherine let out a shuddered sob as his hands violated her flesh. She was scared, scared to her core. Even more so when she felt his member press against her bottom. "Shhh. It's okay." One of his hands moved down her stomach, sending chills throughout her. He found her private area, and she let out a small cry, trying to move her hips away from his hand. But he held her firm, and his fingers found her soft folds and pushed them aside. "You're dripping, doll. See? You want this." His fingers moved around her more, until they found her button. He was so gentle, the way his fingers moved softly to caress her, moving down to tease her entrance. The only firmness was how tightly he was holding her. But she didn't want this. He was wrong, no part of her wanted this. Her body was just betraying her. She gave into his touch for a few moments before she tried pulling away. His hands moved from her and gripped her waist. He spun them around and pushed her over his desk. A hand came down hard on her, causing her to let out a cry. He did this several more times, until he flipped her so she was laying on her back. His hands were no longer gentle like they were just minutes before, instead they were quick and hard, knowing what they wanted. He held her legs spread apart, his eyes taking in the view before him. He then moved his right hand quickly, and pulled out a dagger, holding it up so she could see it. "Don't move a muscle." He whispered his threat in a seductive tone before sheathing his dagger on his side once more. His hands began exploring her body, marveling over her breasts, rolling her nipples in his fingers before moving his hands softly down her stomach. He found her wet center once more, but this time he inserted a finger, causing Katherine to let out a soft cry, that almost sounded like a moan. "Gods you're tight. Have you ever been fucked before?" His light brown eyes met hers and she shook her head. His smile returned. "Good. Very good." And then he ducked his head to find her with his mouth. Katherine had far too many mixed feelings about what was happening to her. She couldn't want this! She didn't want this! And then she gasped as his mouth began sucking on her. She felt an odd sort of burning pleasure within her, but before it peaked he pulled his mouth away and crashed his lips against her own. He tasted so good, even if she was tasting herself. She couldn't want this. Katherine tried to pull out of the kiss, but his hand grabbed around her throat, forcing her to remain still. His other hand moved down and began adjusting his pants. The next thing she knew, something was forcing its way inside her. "No!" She cried out, trying to move her hips from him, but James pulled out the dagger again. And those light, piercing brown eyes turned dangerous. "I said, there are no no's. you only say yes." Katherine whimpered, but she remained still. And with one great thrust, she felt a horrible pop inside her, and he was in. Katherine let out a startled cry as he didn't start slow. The man moved in and out of her at a fast pace. He was massive. Katherine felt like she was being ripped in half as this pirate captain moved inside her. But the quicker he moved, the more the fire grew deep inside her, until suddenly pleasure swept through her like the wind. She let out a cry as her body convulsed under him. She swore she heard James laughing. Katherine had never felt so violated in all of her life. Was anyone looking for her? How would they find her? Would they find her? Suddenly, she felt that same wave again, sweep her into a reality she had never experienced before. This one was more intense than the first, but all she could think about was how her body was betraying her. After several more pumps, James locked onto her shoulder as he emptied himself inside her. She could feel it, the hot liquid shooting inside her as his teeth dug into her shoulder. Katherine felt tears finally spill from her eyes as he moved off of her. She felt sore. She hurt. His fingers moved up her slit, and wetness covered them as well as some blood. He smiled and put them in his mouth, sucking them clean. "Lady Katherine, I do believe your ransom is going to be an expensive one. Now, let me go through the details of your stay." Taken by Pirates Ch. 03 I worked on making this one longer as you all suggested, but the next one will definitely be the longest yet, that I can guarantee you! Anyway, please enjoy this one, and thank you all again for all the support you are giving me!!! ------------------------------------------ Katherine slid down from atop the desk, her body feeling sore and violated. Her eyes stared ahead of her, filled with shock before tears finally managed to find their way to them, and down her cheeks. James tucked himself away and moved to her dress. "First, you're mine, and mine alone. Whatever I ask, whatever I desire, it is mine for the taking. Which means, you're not to so much as breathe without my okay, do you understand?" Katherine didn't move, she barely blinked. Tears continuously fell from her eyes as they watched the man pace back and forth. "Good. As long as you understand your free will is now my will, you and I will get along swimmingly." He let out a laugh as he stopped pacing, arms crossed, and turned his body forward to face her. He moved towards her and crouched in front of her. Tsking as he tucked strands of hair behind her ears. Katherine cringed as he did so, feeling violated at the mere touch of his fingers against her cheek. "There there dear, there is no need to cry. You are safe. I do not plan to kill you, nor have you unhappy in anyway. So long as you obey me, your time with me will be luxurious. The Captains ward." "You mean slave?" She asked, her voice shaking as she turned glowering eyes to his piercing, light brown ones. "If you choose to view it as that. Perhaps your mind will change. If you ever disobey me, I'm sure your punishment will make you realize how lucky you are to be under my wing." He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, causing her to shudder and pull herself back more. She wished he would give her some sort of clothing. The young woman felt so vulnerable completely exposed before this man. Since she was sitting however, it was a lot easier to cover herself as he continued to go on about the rules of her stay. "Most of the rules you shall learn as you go. Such as the mannerisms and the obligations you must keep at all times. You will be mine to command, if a crew member tried to tell you what to do, you are to report directly to me and I will give you either the permission or the declination." He spoke for a lot longer, but Katherine had zoned out, her body aching and her mind reeling. What brought her back was the hand on her throat, and James' gravely voice growling, "Do you understand?" "Y-yes." She stammered, trying to breathe. She had no idea what she was supposed to be understanding. She cursed herself for zoning out, as now, if she made a mistake... She didn't have time to think about that as James pulled her to her feet. "Come, I have a dress for you." He lead her to a chest against the side of the room and he pulled out a dark red dress with a black lace around the front. "Wear this, my lady." She did as she was told, forcing the dress onto her body. The fabric was tight around her bosom. Her chest popping out over the top. The tight fabric stopped at her waist. And billowed down to her feet. She looked like a harlot in a bar. "You, my pet, are a vision." James cooed as he stepped forward, his fingers tracing her neck line, to her chest. Running over the soft flesh of her breasts, his crooked smile on his lips. "Shall we tour the ship?" He didn't want for an answer as he wrapped her arm around his and escorted her back out onto the deck. It was a full moon, the deck completely covered in silver, giving plenty of light for them to see. The crew instantly started whistling and calling out obscenities. "Sounded like a good fuck cap'n!" "Was she tighter then a clogged cannon?" "She sure made sum sweet sounds!" "When it be our turn to fuck'er?" "Crewmen!" James hollered out, and the entire crew fell silent. "Let me make one thing clear to you ruffians. Lady Katherine is mine. The man who tries to take advantage of her in anyway, his death will be most unpleasant." James had such a hard and commanding voice. Such a captains voice, and it left the crew silent. Katherine had felt something inside her when he said she was his like that. She didn't know why, but she felt safe. Perhaps, if she did everything he said, her stay wouldn't be too bad. So long as none of these men touched her. But if they did, James would kill them. That made her feel safer than she had since she got here. James took her through the ship. Showing her where starboard and port were. The helm, explaining to her how to steer a ship, how the mast worked, giving her details she would never remember. He then took her below to the crews quarters, and she'd never smelled a place more foul than when she stepped down there. He took her to the kitchen, and introduced her to the cook, which to her surprise was a young woman, only a few years older than Katherine. "Katherine, this is Scarlett. She's been with us for several months now. And she's the best chef we've ever had." "Oh James, you flatter me." Scarlett said, her voice as soft and beautiful as she was. Long brown hair, a beautifully sculpted body, big blue eyes, she was gorgeous. James smiled and moved forward, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her in for an intensely passionate kiss. Katherine felt awkward watching, her green eyes trying to look anywhere else. Was this what was to become of her? A member of the crew? To be loved on by James when he saw fit? When James finally pulled away after some groping and movements that were meant to be made while the clothes were removed, he introduced Katherine. "Scarlett my sweet, this is Katherine. She has only just arrived today." His arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her close to him. "So far, she has shown great promise." His eyes found Scarlett's, "She's the governor's daughter. We will be offering a ransom soon. I just want her stay to be fulfilled for all parties." The look they shared was something Katherine didn't understand. What did their eyes mean? Their small smiles? What did it mean? "She certainly is gorgeous. I'll bet she's that blonde all over." Scarlett said with a wink. James smiled his crooked smile that seemed to forever be planted on his face and said, "She certainly is." His mouth found her neck, his tongue running up to her jawline before he pulled away. "I explained to her earlier, that she will do work with you in the kitchen. She will start tomorrow." "Oh good, you've finally listened to me about needed help in here." Scarlett winked at the man. "Yes, Scar, I've finally listened to you. She'll be staying in my quarters, so when you need her for breakfast, you're free to come and claim her." She must have been zoning out with the kitchen part. She didn't remember him mentioning that at all, but Katherine tried not to look confused or surprised at the news. "Looking forward to it." Scarlett left them with a wink, and she headed into the back room. "You'll love Scar, she's incredible." James gave Katherine a kiss, and he continued with the rest of his tour. Most of the rest was a blur to her however. More details she would never remember. All she was looking for was an escape. If she could somehow get to the small boat that brought her aboard, perhaps she would have a chance. Perhaps she could get home, escape. They passed by it on the way back to his cabin. Her green eyes looked longingly upon it. No one else was near it. If she could get away from James tonight, then while the crew is sleeping, she could make her escape. It filled her with hope, and that was all she needed right now. They went to the Captains Quarters, which if it weren't for the walls, then it wouldn't look like anything apart of this ship. All of his furnishings were luxurious. He had thick, soft ad shaggy rugs aligning the floor, his bed looked to be suited for a king, as well as everything else in this place. Most all the decor was a deep shade of red, much like the dress she was wearing. It was all lavishly beautiful, and she couldn't hide hat she thought of it in her expressions. "Do you like what you see, pet?" Katherine nodded as she looked around. When her eyes fell on him he was looking at her expectantly, as if she were meant to be doing something right now. Katherine looked down nervously. Why was he looking at her like that? "My lady." He said, his voice level and cold. "Aren't you forgetting something?" What was she forgetting? She didn't understand. Perhaps it was a trick question? "Th-thank you for the tour, James." He started tsking at her. "Two strikes. Twice now you've broken you're rules, and you will be punished for it, not too severely as it is your first day. Rule number one, when you are in my cabin you aren't to be wearing any clothing. And the second is you are to call me Captain, never by my first name you filthy whore." His words had steadily become colder, and Katherine was feeling terrified. Why had she zoned out earlier? She started to remove her dress, shaking as she did so, not wanting to be naked in front of him again. But he already said she was to be punished, she didn't want it to get worse. "S-sorry, Captain." She stammered as her dress fell to the floor. "Don't worry, I'll get your apology. On your knees." Katherine did as she was told, her heart hammering against her chest so hard and loud she was sure the entire crew could hear it. James began to unbuckle his pants, and Katherine knew what was coming. Fear consumed her as he stared down at her, sliding his pants down his legs. Even soft his member was massive. And Katherine did not want to do what was to be expected of her now. "Suck it." He ordered. Katherine tentatively took it into her mouth, putting only the tip there, and trying as best she could to please him. Well, maybe not her best. She didn't want to do this. "I said, suck it you bitch." Ice struck her heart as she tried to take more of him in. She knew she was failing, but she'd never done this before! How did he expect her to know how it works? He let out an angry groan and grabbed her hair, yanking hard and causing her to cry out. He then stuffed his member inside her mouth, and began moving her head as well as his hips. In and out it went, and he ordered her what to do with her mouth. Stick her tongue out, close her lips, tighten them, try to swallow. Once he was completely hard is when he really started to go at her. Holding her head in one place as he continuously thrust into her mouth mercilessly. Each time it hit the back of her throat and slide down ever so much, she gagged. Katherine had never felt so degraded in all her life. Her own saliva was dripping onto her breasts as Captain James raped her mouth. He was getting faster, and she knew it had to be almost over. Tears were pouring down her face as she fought to breathe, and with one huge thrust down her throat, a hot liquid spilled down into her. When he pulled out, she fell forward, her hands catching her on the rug as she coughed and gagged for air. His hand gripped her golden hair, and pulled her up, placing a huge kiss on her lips. He pulled away, and said, "You'll get better, I promise. I think that's enough for one night, shall we to bed?" He extended his hand like he was a gentlemen. Like he didn't just violate her, or degrade her in anyway. She didn't understand him, but she knew it would be smarter to just take his hand instead. He helped her up and headed to his huge bed with her. This was it. Once her fell asleep, she would be free. Once the sound of his snoring became steady, Katherine eased herself off the bed, trying to go as quietly as possible. She picked up the red dress, and forced it on herself again. Her heart hammering with freedom so close to her grasp. She made her way onto the deck, her bare feet cold on the wooden deck as she made her way to the boat. Katherine had no idea how to lower it or row it, but she had to try. The young woman began fiddling with ropes, her fingers moving quickly but sloppily as she tried to find the right ones to lower the boat. Before she could, there was a hand around her throat and pulling her away from it. She tried to scream but she couldn't, the grip upon her was too tight. She felt her body go over the side of the ship, and she was seconds away from being tossed overboard. She was staring up into James' eyes. "You tried to escape." He said darkly. Fear instantly ran through her. "You. Tried. To. Escape." His voice was like a growl. A harsh growl that chilled her to her very core. "This calls for punishment. Severe punishment. I will show you what happens to those who try to escape." He drug her by her throat to his cabin, throwing her onto the bed. He didn't take her dress off, completely ignoring his first rule, and tied her hands a over her head. She pulled on the restraints, trying her hardest to get free but it was no use. The look in his eye was horrible. It frightened her more than anything had ever frightened her before. He took settled down beside her, and rolled away from her as if he were going to sleep. "I-I thought..." She stammered feeling relieved that he wasn't doing anything to her. "That I was going to rape you again? Oh no pet, no. Your punishment is for tomorrow. Sleep now. You'll need it." That left her shaking. What was tomorrow? What was he going to do to her? Sleep was going to be impossible to come by at this rate. But it fell upon her nonetheless.