Taking Innocence - 12 Erotic Tales of Lost Innocence

by Jade K. Scott

  The man turned the horse toward the backside of the island, starting off over the low hills that ran along the back of the plantation. He casually rested his hand on her ass, his fingers gently stroking her over her dress.

  “Now, just relax. We’ll have you on the ship in no time.” He shifted on the horse, pressing himself against her hip. She could feel him growing hard again as the rocking motion of the horse kept him in contact with her body. Soon his hand was moving over her body, caressing her, squeezing her ass, and rubbing her bare legs.

  Lucy felt him tugging her dress higher, tearing it more, her ass barely covered by the thin linen of her shift. His breathing grew louder as he worked his hand beneath the fabric, his calloused fingers touching her inner thigh. She struggled against him, trying to wiggle off the horse. He laughed and she heard another rending of fabric and then the cool breeze on her bare skin. She kicked harder, squirming away from him.

  The slap of his hand on her bare ass startled her, the pain brief but sharp. “You’ll not be getting away that easy, Miss. You’re going to have to reconcile yourself to the fact your life is not your own to control at the moment. If I were you, I’d just be still and enjoy the scenery.” He chuckled, a sound like dry sticks rattling together. “I know I will.”

  She felt his hand running over her bare skin again, sliding between her thighs, pinching and poking the tender skin. She jerked as his hand moved higher, stroking the folds of her pussy. No man had ever touched her there and she was outraged that he would do such a thing.

  The man slid his fingers back and forth, rubbing and caressing her. His fingers brushed against her clit, sending an involuntary tremor through her body.

  “Oh, so you do have feelings. You’re not a frigid bitch after all.” The man began rubbing her clit, hard and fast, pinching and pulling at it. Lucy closed her eyes, trying to block out the sensation of the man’s fingers touching her, rubbing her, the sound of his raspy breath. She knew he was watching her, taking his own perverted pleasure in seeing his fingers buried in her cunt, her bare ass in his lap.

  But the rocking motion of the horse combined with his fingers rubbing her clit, the built up tension of the day, was all too much. She felt her body betray her, her hips jerking uncontrollably as she came, her cry muffled against the dirty rag in her mouth.

  Lucy felt hot tears of anger and shame spring to her eyes. She was no whore; she was a virgin and a good girl.

  But she had a secret; she’d discovered how much pleasure she could give herself by doing exactly what the man had just done to her.

  She’d spent many nights in her room, the door locked, touching herself, squeezing her round breasts, rubbing that hard little button of flesh between her legs. She loved the hot, electric sensations that flooded through her as she lay in bed, the warm breeze washing over her naked body as she thrust her fingers over her tight pussy. Or as she rested on her hands and knees, her fingers between her legs, rocking back and forth as she rubbed herself, her body convulsing as she came, hips twisting and jerking. She knew it was wrong, but it felt so wonderful she couldn’t stop.

  She’d wondered at times if, when she was married, this would be something her husband would do to her. She imagined him touching her, his hand rubbing between her legs, bringing her to the edge of pleasure and then holding her in his arms as she fell into the abyss, her body singing with heat. And then she’d learn whatever it took to make that man feel the same way, what places to touch, to rub, to kiss, that would send him spiraling into his own whirlwind of ecstasy.

  The thought of a man giving her that much pleasure made her dizzy at times. But with no prospects in her near future, Lucy was left alone with her fantasies and her own explorations of her body.

  The dirty man’s words cut through her shame. “Well, good for you, girl. Life will be much easier if you just keep that positive attitude in mind when you get to the ship. Whatever the Captain has in mind for you, I suspect it’s far more involved than a finger rubbing your clit.”

  The man reined in the horse, stopping on the crest of a small hill.

  “We’re almost there. I can see they’ve set anchor and sent the cockboat to shore to fetch us.” Lifting her head, Lucy could see the larger ship anchored out and a smaller boat pulled up on the small sandy beach. He pulled the tattered bits of her dress over her bare bottom, spurred the horse and they descended to the beach.

  She could hear the sounds of men talking, shouting ribald remarks to the man on the horse as to why it had taken him so long to return. Someone lifted her from the horse, her shawl falling from her shoulders, her breasts exposed. One of the younger men reached for her breast, roughly grabbing her before the small dirty man slapped his hand away.

  “She’s not for you, Robbie. She’s for the Captain and if she’s no longer a virgin when he gets her, there’ll be hell to pay.”

  “Well, Blackie, I’ve never known a woman to lose her virginity by having her tits rubbed. So there, so much you know about women.” Robbie reached out for her again, groping her breast, pulling her forward. She lost her balance, falling against him, trying to pull away. But Robbie held her fast against his sweaty body, one hand around her waist, the other back on her breasts, groping her quickly.

  Then he lifted her into the small boat, sitting her on his lap as the other men clambered aboard. They rowed out to the larger ship, Robbie’s hand never leaving her tit, kneading and squeezing her, his face buried in her neck, licking and kissing her as he held her imprisoned against him. She could feel the rising swell of his erection as he shifted her on his lap. She remembered the man’s words, that she wasn’t to be deflowered, but she knew there were many other things a group of pirates could do to her that didn’t include that.

  Once on the board, she was under the eyes of dozens of men, many looking as if they hadn’t seen a woman in months. There were catcalls, hoots and yells, several men grabbing their crotches, making other suggestive gestures as she was bustled past. Hands reached for her, fingers groping her breasts, pinching her skin and nipples, slapping at her bare ass. Blackie pushed and bullied at the men as he led her across the deck to a door in the stern, pushing it open to reveal a large room.

  “This is the Captain’s quarters. You’ll be staying here for the time being, so you may as well get comfortable.” He looked at her torn dress, bare breasts and tied hands. “Aye, well, I guess you can’t be too comfortable. But I cannot untie you or there’d be hell to pay.” He looked around the room.

  “But I can tie you to a chair at least, and retrieve your shawl.” He moved her to a wooden chair, pushing her down. He worked behind her to tie her to the chair. Opening the door, he shouted to someone outside. A minute later, Robbie appeared, carrying her shawl.

  “Give that here, boy. You can’t be taking it to bed with you to rub your dick with. She’ll be needing something to cover herself with.” With surprising gentleness, Blackie draped the shawl over her shoulders, covering her exposed breasts.

  “There. Better, yes?” He glanced up at Robbie. “You can go, boy. I think she’ll be just fine here with me.” Robbie frowned, but left the room.

  Blackie sat down in another chair, facing Lucy. “You’re a very pretty girl, Miss. I’m sure the Captain will be very happy to see you here, safe and sound.” He licked his lips, his eyes sliding down over her barely covered breasts. “But the Captain’s not due back for a long time. I think we can find something to do with our time together. Don’t you?”

  Blackie stood, walking over to Lucy. He pulled the shawl from her shoulders, running a hand over her exposed skin, pinching her nipples, moving back and forth between her breasts as if deciding which was more inviting.

  “You’re a fine girl. And a hot blooded one too, it appears. And we’ve got lots of time to get to know each other.” He bent down, kissing her neck, his tongue slobbering against her skin. Lucy struggled against her ties, twisting her head, succeeding only in toppling over onto the floor.

  Blackie la
ughed, hauling her upright. “We need a better plan here. Can’t have you crashing about now, can we?”

  He quickly untied her hands, holding her arms behind her, leading her to a smaller door set in the corner of the room. He pushed her inside, where she was amazed to find a large four-poster bed.

  “Aye, the Captain likes his creature comforts. You’ll be enjoying that bed soon enough, I suppose. I’ll not impose on the Captain’s bed though; that would be bad manners.”

  Blackie forced her down to her knees, pulling her arms behind her back against the bedpost, tying her firmly in place. Lucy was breathing hard, choking on the gag, trying to spit the rag out of her mouth.

  “I think we can dispose of this now.” He reached behind her head, untying the dirty rag and pulling it away from her mouth.

  Lucy immediately began screaming. Blackie sat back on his heels, laughing.

  “Scream all you like, girl. There’s no one here who’ll come to your aid.” He stood, looking down on her.

  “But as long as you’ve got that fine mouth open, let’s put it to good use.” Lucy clamped her mouth shut and watched in horror as Blackie undid his flies, reaching in and pulling out his cock. He spit in his hand and stroked himself for a moment. Lucy watched in amazement as his cock grew, getting longer and harder as he pulled at it.

  “What are you going to do?” Lucy looked up at him.

  “Oh, she speaks, does she? Glad to know your tongue still works. The Captain’s a fine one for having a conversation now and then. And there’s other uses for that tongue.”

  He moved toward her, his cock inches from her face. “But as to what I’m going to do with you, I’m going to put that sweet mouth to better use than talking. Mind you don’t bite me, or I’ll cut your throat and toss you over the side. Like I said, accidents can happen.” He leaned down, fingering her hair, pulling at the few pins that still held it in what was once an elegant bun. The chestnut locks tumbled down over her shoulders.

  He drew a deep breath. “Oh, you’re a fine one,” he whispered. “Captain’s a lucky man. Now be a good girl and open your mouth.”

  Blackie brushed his cock against Lucy’s face, rubbing the head over her lips and cheeks. She refused to open her mouth, twisting and turning her head away from him. But he continued rubbing himself against her, slapping his hard shaft against her face, making her flinch.

  “Open up, miss. It’s not going away until you suck on it.” He grabbed her hair with one hand, pinching her nose shut with the other. Lucy had no choice but to open her mouth to breathe. Before she could react, Blackie jammed his cock between her lips.

  “Remember, no biting.” He held her head with both hands, winding his fingers in her hair, pulling her toward him. Lucy tried to bite down and Blackie slapped her across the face.

  “Mind the teeth,” he grunted. He held her head and started thrusting into her. She could see his thick cock rising from her lips as he pulled back, the shaft wet and glistening, as he continued thrusting himself further into her wet mouth. He tipped his head back, mouth open, moaning softly. She went limp, resigned to endure this until he’d taken his pleasure.

  Blackie continued pushing his cock into Lucy’s mouth, hitting the back of her throat occasionally, making her gag. He was rocking his hips forward, knees bent, pumping himself into her at a steady pace.

  “Oh, girl, once you hold still, you’re much better company.” He looked down at her with half-closed eyes. “I’ll be thinking of this moment, for a long time to come, you here on your knees in front of me, your tits swaying, sucking my big cock. I’ll be thinking about your mouth, how hot and wet it is, just like your pussy was when I rubbed my fingers on you. I’ll imagine you looking up at me with those big eyes.”

  Blackie’s voice dropped as he rolled his hips in an obscene circle, clutching her hair, holding her still. “But in my dreams, you’ll be here willingly, you’ll have begged for my cock and I’ll not have had to shove it down your throat by force.” He was breathing hard now. “But by force or be willing, you’ve got a sweet mouth for fucking.”

  Somewhere on the ship a bell started ringing; Lucy heard shouts from the deck. Blackie stiffened, eyes going wide.

  “Oh, damn, that’s the Captain returning. And me with my finger in the honey pot.” He began thrusting into her faster, grunting loudly, pushing himself as deeply as he could into her mouth, reaching down between his legs to rub and tug at his balls.

  Lucy was gagging now, her neck and arms aching from being tied to the bed. Blackie’s thrusts were erratic, faster, and then he was frantically pushing himself into her mouth. With a hoarse cry he came, filling her mouth with his hot load, holding her head in place with both hands.

  Lucy felt the slick, salty liquid running down the back of her throat and she longed to spit the vile mess onto the floor but Blackie was still thrusting into her, his cock squirting the last of his cum into her mouth. She swallowed involuntarily, retching and gagging. He pulled away, a dribble of creamy liquid trailing from his cock, sticking to her face.

  There was a noise at the outer door, voices and then the sound of boots on wooden decking. Blackie hastily tucked his cock back into his breeches, doing up his flies. Lucy sat back, breathing hard, a trail of Blackie’s cum running down her chin.

  The door burst open and a tall, dark haired man strode in, followed by two others. From Lucy’s vantage point on the floor, he seemed like a giant, rising up before her. He looked down at her, tied to the bed, her breasts exposed, the evidence of Blackie’s activities dripping from her face.

  Lucy leaned forward and spat at the man’s feet. A creamy wad landed on the toe of his black boot. He looked down at it, at her and then at Blackie. The man drew himself up to his full height.

  “You…bastard.” He pointed at Blackie. He turned to the other two men. “Take this man and put him in irons. He’s to be put below decks until I decide what to do with him.” The men moved forward, grabbing Blackie by the arms.

  “But Captain, she’s not been harmed. She’s as intact as the day she was born. I never touched her, ask her yourself.”

  “You swine,” Lucy flung the words at Blackie. “You’ve had your hands all over me since I first laid eyes on you. Hands, and…other things…in other places.” She glared up at Blackie, trying to muster as much dignity as she could, half naked and tied to a bed.

  “Well, there you go, Blackie. She’s spoken for herself.” Lucy looked up at the Captain. He was trying unsuccessfully to hide a smile, coughing behind his hand. But then he grew serious.

  “Take him away. And then set sail. I want to be away from here in case anyone thinks to look for Miss Swanton.” Blackie was led from the room; still protesting he’d done nothing wrong.

  The Captain closed the door. He removed his hat, tossing it on the small table. He absently tucked a loose strand of dark hair behind his ear. Lucy heard shouts on deck and then the feeling of motion as the ship began moving though the water.

  “Well, Miss Swanton. It’s an honor to finally meet you. Although I’m sure the circumstances could have been better, in your opinion.” He knelt down in front of her.

  “If you promise not to run, I’ll untie you, and find you a dress to wear.”

  Lucy looked up at him. His blue eyes were locked on hers. She felt a strange sense of unreality, a wave of dizziness swept over her and then she felt herself slumping forward, the room going dark.

  “Miss Swanton?” She heard her name being called from far away. Something cool was on her forehead and she realized she was lying on something soft. Opening her eyes, she found she was on a four-poster bed, covered with a light blanket.

  She tried to sit up, but a hand held her down. She struggled briefly, disoriented.

  “Be still, Miss Swanton.” She turned toward the voice. The Captain was sitting next to her on the bed, holding a cold cloth to her forehead. Another man, shorter and much older, was standing at the foot of the bed.

  “She’s going to be fine,�
� the older man spoke. “Just overcome, I expect, with all the, um, activities. Women are fragile creatures, Captain. Best keep her calm and she’ll be back to normal by morning.” The man nodded his head in the captain’s direction and left the room.

  Lucy struggled to sit, the blanket falling away. She looked down, realizing she was now completely naked beneath the thin covering. Clutching the blanket, she pulled it up over herself.

  “Why am I now naked? Who undressed me?” Lucy turned to the Captain, furious. “Was it you?”

  “Yes, ma’am, it was.” The Captain stood, tossing the wet rag aside. “Let me make a formal introduction. I am Captain Robert Bellamy. You are on my ship, the Cloud Runner.”

  “And that’s supposed to excuse you for removing my clothes? What gave you the right to do that?” Lucy was furious. Bellamy paced in front of her.

  “First, it’s my ship; I’m the captain. I do as I please. Second, you were already half naked; removing the rest of your dress was a quick process. And third,” Bellamy stopped in front of her, taking her chin in his between his thumb and forefinger, leaning down, looking at her with deep blue eyes.

  “You’re soon to be my wife, so I don’t believe there’s anything here I won’t have the right to see, and very soon.” His voice was low.

  Lucy pulled away. “Wife! I am never going to be your wife. What delusions are you under that make you think I would marry you? You’ve kidnapped me! You’re nothing but a common pirate!”

  Bellamy laughed. “I may be a pirate, but I’m hardly common. And you’ll marry me because you’ll have reason to. You’ll marry me because it’s the only choice you have if you want to return home to your plantation, to The Peaks.”

  He moved closer, sitting on the edge of the bed again. Lucy moved away from him, still clutching the blanket to her body.

  His voice dropped to a whisper. “You’ll marry me because I’m going to take your maidenhead. And as a defiled woman, you will be shunned by society. And, as an unmarried woman, you cannot claim the deed to the plantation.”