Drust on the Prowl Ch. 06 by ZachDocEight,ZachDocEight

Captain Drust enjoys women aboard his ship.

WARNING: This story involves scenes of oral sex, domination, discipline, mind control and anal. If that is not what you are looking for don’t read on. The sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old.

My name is Drust but I let the women I seduce call me by the name of my current identity, since in the telling of this story I am just over two hundred years old. Drust is an ancient Celtic and Pictish name probably derived from the Celtic word ‘drest’ meaning “riot” or “tumult”.

I had turned eighteen as rumor spread that Henry and Charles would jointly invade France (1543). I went to the large village to experience a woman for the first time before having to go to war. It was after my first time spilling my seed inside a woman that my special powers appeared. I can read and manipulate the sexual needs of women and when my strength is inside them I feed off their lifeforce. This ability has renewed my body time and time again keeping me young.

Over those centuries I have amassed quite a fortune; gifts from seduced banker’s and businessmen’s wives, estates left unclaimed after each famine or plague, shrewd investments and partnerships survived. I reestablish myself in new cities and countries forwarding my fortune on bank notes, jewelry and precious metals. I’ve outlived anyone that could possible identify me.

I have survived many European famines and plagues by my ability to feed off mothers and adult daughters grasping at one last moment of sexual pleasure. There was the Pan-European famine, including Italy, France, Germany, Switzerland, Austria, Low Countries, Nordic Countries, 1569–1574; then another one ten years later including Italy, France, Low Countries, Britain and Ireland.

The Great Plague of 1629 in Italy, from troops returning from the Thirty Years’ War infected various populations killing over 500,000. The Plague of London between 1665 and 1666 killed 100,000 followed by the Great Fire. Between 1.3 and 1.5 million French died in De Grande Famine of 1693-1694. Famines raged throughout various European countries taking out up to 41% of the local population. The great mortality between 1709 and 1711 was due to plague and disease, which killed about 250,000 inhabitants in various countries.

As you are reading this it was your ancestors that survived these famines, plagues and war as I have survived. Many people were willing to start a new life in the various new colonies to escape the horrors sweeping the continent of Europe.

To make income off the trade to the New World I own a large three mast sailing ship called “The Black Raven” running badly needed raw material and supplies to ports in the New World. The ballast in the ship at times was pig iron for blacksmiths, casts of nails for construction, root vegetables and seeds for farming and axes, saws and plows. It also would contain goods to sell at the various ports.

The passengers ran the gamut of human existence; large families headed to farms, newly wedded looking for a new life, merchants, tradesmen, domestics and poor destitute persons willing to indenture themselves for five to seven years. Some unscrupulous captains packed their ships with any paying or indentured passenger and should the parents die on board from the various illnesses the children were indentured until twenty one.

I do not ship animals so I carry families, free or indentured, willing to make the hazardous journey for a chance at a new life. No exporting animals means a clean odor free cargo hold and space for human quarters. Understand, accommodations are rugged and sea-sickness is common. Having experienced The Plagues I demand ill-free, pre-paid passengers and examine each potential passenger for signs of sickness.

I take no chances! Every passenger, regardless of age, must submit to hot tub bathing, scrubbing of hair with lye and boiling of their clothing. Men and boys bathe on deck with mothers, female children and female adults using a special room I had constructed. I respected their propriety and embarrassment and provided soft shifts until their dried pest-free clothes were returned to them.

Regardless of their position in society, anyone refusing the bath and inspection was escorted off the ship. Every passenger was to work in the galley and maintain the cleanliness of their quarters and the ship. I have made this voyage multiple times and have lost no passengers nor delivered any with illness to the New World.

However, if you know my stories you know I will not pass up the opportunity for my pleasure with any of age females; married or maiden. Herein I will tell of my pleasures on just two voyages. On the many other voyages some wives were willing, some seduced after I read their hidden desires. Some of age females started the voyage with their modesty intact but not when they reached port. I especially enjoyed the sweetness of the rich merchant wife, younger than their husband, bored to tears from the loneliness of the voyage. The sweetness between their mouth, thighs or arse and a valuable trinket or two was my reward.

I was up during the Middle Watch and I heard four bells. I then heard soft moaning. I found the source to be Susanna, a mother of a recent child. She sat upon a cask hugging and rocking herself and moaning softly. I approached her and softly put my hand upon her shoulder. I asked her if she was ill. She took in a deep breath looking at my hand upon her body then started a soft sob.

“I am not ill Captain but in some distress that I am too embarrassed to convey,” she said staring up at me.

I felt her distress but there hiding was an undertone of a secret desire. In my current identity I played the part of a rugged ruffian ship’s captain. My red hair was long sweeping past my shoulders. I was fit and trim and command my crew with authority. I felt through my contact that Susanna had never been in the presence of one so manly and it unnerved but excited her. I could sense her moistness.

I held her arm tightly and suggested she come below to my quarters. In helping her within I ran my hand down her back and across her bottom. I heard her hiss then moan as she tipped back against me. I had her sit at my table and made her drink a sip of rum. I then asked what was her discomfort.

“Captain Carraig, I have never been in such closeness with another man other than my father and my husband. I have never been in a single man’s room alone with him and it frightens me. I have never let spirits cross my lips. I have never spoken of female issues with a man but I seem to be undone. My body feels warm and I am trembling from being this close to you in your cabin. You know I have a babe on board but the roughness of the sea has got her out of source.”

She paused and looking down at my boots took a deep breath. “My babe will not suckle and my milk is building up painfully. I dare not ask my husband for help as such issues are not to be discussed. It is too late to wake one of the older women so I rock in much distress,” she looked at me with tears running down her cheeks those sparkling in the candlelight.

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