daydreams. Graves, of course, wanted me all to himself and refused to take me downstairs to see his crew.
I was feeling churlish and petulant, and did not submit meekly to the captain's attentions. I was rigid in his embraces, unresponsive to his touches and kisses, and lay beneath him like a wooden board, passive and distant. It frustrated him, probably even angered him, and he climbed off of me, his member limp and useless, dangling ignominiously between his thighs.
“Damn you, girl!” he thundered and grabbed my arm to drag me out of my bed. He pointed to Ben's cot and threw on his breeches, hastily doing up the buttons before throwing open the door. “She's not to leave this room,” he told Amos as he passed him in the corridor and pounded down the stairs. Amos glanced into the room, where I was huddled in my shift atop Ben's cot. He merely arched a brow and went back to watching the stairs.
Graves soon returned with Katie, one of the house's girls, and a bottle of rum. She resembled me a little—blonde, blue-eyed, slender—but was probably five hard years older. She glanced at me and then at the captain and shook her head sadly.
“What's the problem, cher ?” she asked Graves, sliding up to him, her hips swaying seductively. She reached out and trailed her fingers down his chest and I looked away. “Is le petit oiseau not doing her job tonight?” Little Bird was what Madame and the other girls had taken to calling me. It chafed.
“No,” was Graves's gruff reply. “I want you to show her the proper way to service a man.” I heard his footsteps approaching me and then his fingers curled around my chin hard enough that I knew I would be bruised in the morning. He forced my head up and growled, “Watch, my lady . Perhaps you will learn something.”
He drew Katie to his side and undressed her. He embraced her, kissed her, touched and stroked her, just as he did to me. She responded more than I ever did, with little grunts and soft moans. She was enjoying his touch and even returned it, kissing him and reaching for his flaccid member, stroking it firmly in her closed fist. I watched with sick fascination as it grew long and firm and stood up straight, the angry purple head brushing against the captain's navel.
He pushed her to her knees in front of him and she smiled up at him before taking his length into her mouth. I looked away, horrified by her actions. “Watch her,” he barked and slapped me hard, my cheek stinging with the impact.
I burst into tears but forced myself to watch as he thrust in and out of her mouth, his hands gripping her head as his hips pumped against her face. She treated this act as though she was devouring something delicious, licking and sucking with gusto. He certainly enjoyed it; he tipped his head back and closed his eyes, still grasping her head and pushing in and out of her mouth. Finally, with a terrible groan and a shudder, he thrust the full length into her mouth and held her head against him. She closed her eyes and parted her lips; I could hear her gasping and trying to breath around him. He withdrew from her mouth and took a deep swig from the rum bottle before handing it off to her. She sat back on her heels and drank deeply, swishing the wine around in her mouth before swallowing.
He swaggered over to me and squatted down, taking my chin in his hand again. “That is how you please a man, you frigid bitch,” he growled at me and then shoved me backward, ripping the shift from my body and the quilts from Ben's cot. He threw them in the corner near the bed, leaving me naked and exposed. He led Katie to the bed and laid down with her, spooning her against his body.
I huddled on the cot, shivering with cold, though I should have been feverish with the burning hatred that consumed me. I listened to Graves and Katie as he bedded her over and over, all night. She enjoyed it, I thought; the sounds she made and the fact that she was a willing participant, even climbing
I was feeling churlish and petulant, and did not submit meekly to the captain's attentions. I was rigid in his embraces, unresponsive to his touches and kisses, and lay beneath him like a wooden board, passive and distant. It frustrated him, probably even angered him, and he climbed off of me, his member limp and useless, dangling ignominiously between his thighs.
“Damn you, girl!” he thundered and grabbed my arm to drag me out of my bed. He pointed to Ben's cot and threw on his breeches, hastily doing up the buttons before throwing open the door. “She's not to leave this room,” he told Amos as he passed him in the corridor and pounded down the stairs. Amos glanced into the room, where I was huddled in my shift atop Ben's cot. He merely arched a brow and went back to watching the stairs.
Graves soon returned with Katie, one of the house's girls, and a bottle of rum. She resembled me a little—blonde, blue-eyed, slender—but was probably five hard years older. She glanced at me and then at the captain and shook her head sadly.
“What's the problem, cher ?” she asked Graves, sliding up to him, her hips swaying seductively. She reached out and trailed her fingers down his chest and I looked away. “Is le petit oiseau not doing her job tonight?” Little Bird was what Madame and the other girls had taken to calling me. It chafed.
“No,” was Graves's gruff reply. “I want you to show her the proper way to service a man.” I heard his footsteps approaching me and then his fingers curled around my chin hard enough that I knew I would be bruised in the morning. He forced my head up and growled, “Watch, my lady . Perhaps you will learn something.”
He drew Katie to his side and undressed her. He embraced her, kissed her, touched and stroked her, just as he did to me. She responded more than I ever did, with little grunts and soft moans. She was enjoying his touch and even returned it, kissing him and reaching for his flaccid member, stroking it firmly in her closed fist. I watched with sick fascination as it grew long and firm and stood up straight, the angry purple head brushing against the captain's navel.
He pushed her to her knees in front of him and she smiled up at him before taking his length into her mouth. I looked away, horrified by her actions. “Watch her,” he barked and slapped me hard, my cheek stinging with the impact.
I burst into tears but forced myself to watch as he thrust in and out of her mouth, his hands gripping her head as his hips pumped against her face. She treated this act as though she was devouring something delicious, licking and sucking with gusto. He certainly enjoyed it; he tipped his head back and closed his eyes, still grasping her head and pushing in and out of her mouth. Finally, with a terrible groan and a shudder, he thrust the full length into her mouth and held her head against him. She closed her eyes and parted her lips; I could hear her gasping and trying to breath around him. He withdrew from her mouth and took a deep swig from the rum bottle before handing it off to her. She sat back on her heels and drank deeply, swishing the wine around in her mouth before swallowing.
He swaggered over to me and squatted down, taking my chin in his hand again. “That is how you please a man, you frigid bitch,” he growled at me and then shoved me backward, ripping the shift from my body and the quilts from Ben's cot. He threw them in the corner near the bed, leaving me naked and exposed. He led Katie to the bed and laid down with her, spooning her against his body.
I huddled on the cot, shivering with cold, though I should have been feverish with the burning hatred that consumed me. I listened to Graves and Katie as he bedded her over and over, all night. She enjoyed it, I thought; the sounds she made and the fact that she was a willing participant, even climbing
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