“Mother no one has seen me naked since I was your baby or the help bathed me. I have never been naked before a man,” Elodie started weeping.
“Well it is about time. You have seen eighteen summers and when we get to France we will set about finding you a suitable husband to return to the New World and apprentice to your father. Now get your clothes off before the water cools and you feel the coldness. Do this or the Captain will take over and not be as tender as your maids.”
Elodie wept as she started to unbutton her dress. I would have let her be but I have seen what the plague and illness can do. A sick crew makes for dead passengers and a lost ship and cargo. I explained that to Elodie as she continued to weep. The dress was undone and added to the hot water.
After a number of submergings I stepped outside and hung the dresses on the yardarm. A strong sun and a bright breeze would soon have them dry.
I came back inside and Elodie was still dressed in her undershift with her arms wrapped around her body. I pulled my cutlass from my sheath and grabbed the yoke and pushing her arms aside I cut downwards, yoke to hem. Elodie shrieked in fright as the clothe was pulled from her body. When it dropped to the floor she covered herself; arm over her breasts and a hand covering her mons.
I yelled, suffisant!, (enough) and grabbed her long dark brown hair and shoved her head into the soapy bucket. She tried to fight me off so I slapped her arse hard several times until she yielded and went slack. She was blubbering as her hair got a good scrubbing and to control her for her washing I slapped her arse hard a number of times more.
I threatened to tie her hands to the ceiling posts in the room if she did not relent. As if she wanted to feel forced she raised her hands and gripped the rods above. That pulled her young breast high on her chest and she spread her legs forming an X of her young body. I tossed a jug of hot soapy water against her torso then washed her with a soft cloth.
She hissed when I held her firm breasts and washed that young flesh and her hardened nipples. Beside herself she laughed when I washed her arm pits, she feeling being tickled there. She looked at me with fire in her eyes as the soapy rag ran across her belly and cupped below her mons. She bit her bottom lip as my fingers roamed between her cleft and rubbed her knot softly. I stayed on that knot listening as she moaned.
Another jug of warm seawater was tossed on her back to run between her arse cheeks and drip off her curly dark brown hair. She rose on her toes and hissed when my fingers ran across her dark star and pushed slightly against that oval. I washed her legs then gave her another rinse, yoke to toes. I held out an undershift and she cooperated letting me clothe her.
Without saying anything else I turned and left the wash room and went about the tasks of preparing to depart. Sometime later I saw that the two dresses were gone then the mother and daughter were walking amid the ship. I had a feeling and a knowledge from holding them that the mother would come to my cabin seeking pleasure. The daughter was fighting new feelings coursing through her young body but perhaps would yield also.
It was many days at sea and the boring monotony was affecting my French passengers. Marguerite refused to do her required kitchen dinner chore and threw a fit. I took her aside and command she come to my cabin after mess and told her she would be disciplined just like any crew member refusing the Captain’s order. I told her if she did not come willingly I would send the crew after her. I think she realized she had crossed the line.
Silence settled over the ship and I sat in my cabin overlooking the sailing charts. There was a knock on my door and I said to enter. Marguerite came in displaying an attitude of the very rich; as if testing me regarding her discipline. I tossed the flogger on the table and told her to disrobe. She laughed and refused. I opened my door and called for my First Mate.
Sean was a sailor’s pirate. He was scruffy and time and weather beaten and no one to contend with. When he entered Marguerite took in a deep frightened breath and I made clear to her that Sean would greatly enjoy removing her clothes and applying the flogger but would be much rougher than I. For her refusal I might even pass her down into the crew quarters.
Sean made a menacing sound and withdrew his cutlass. Marguerite screamed but slowly moved her hands to her bodice buttons. I told Sean there might be another time and he laughed a toothless laugh. He paid his respects and left the cabin telling me no one would investigate the screams laughing again.
I pulled my captain’s chair in front of Marguerite and waved my cutlass at her indicating for her to begin. Her hands moved to her bodice buttons and each was undone. She dropped it to the floor and her dark nipples showed hard against her soft underclothe. Her mature breasts were rising and falling from her frightened breathing.
I went to stand and her hands quickly moved and unbuttoned her skirt which fell to the floor. Marguerite stood naked under her shift; nipples and her woman’s triangle darkly showing from the lantern light. She made a whine and was about to parley when I growled and indicated with my cutlass I would split her shift in twain. She whimpered and untied the bows at her shoulders and the garment fell to the floor. She stood naked trembling from fright.
Perhaps she thought I would toss her husband overboard and rape her daughter then give the both of them to the crew then to be tossed overboard so there would be no witness. She looked over her head to the bar that Elodie had held and raised her hands and gripped the old wood.
I stood opening a drawer and removed silk rope. I stood against her front my rough jerkin rubbing against her breasts as I tied her wrists spread wide to the posts. I knelt in front of her and spread her legs tying her ankles to hooks in the floor.
Marguerite might have at first protested but I could easily smell the fragrant aroma of her moistness as fright gave way to excitement. As I stood my fingers found their way through her black curls and rode up her wet cleft. She groaned trembling and wet my fingers with a spray of her juices. I pinched her pleasure knot and she moaned leaning down into my pinch.
I opened another drawer and took out a silk cravat. I brought a small glass of rum to her lips and made her drink it all. I then pushed the cravat into her mouth and told her she could scream all she wanted. She fought the ropes and yelled but her noise was muffled. She fought the ropes again but quickly gave up.
I picked up the flogger and ran the tines off her shoulders across her breasts. She moaned when they caressed her hard nipples. I swung it easily upwards kissing her mons with the leather strips. She moaned and her fluid dribbled down the inside of her thighs.
I moved behind her and ran the tines off her shoulders, down her back and across her bare arse cheeks. I flicked the tines and spanked her arse. She screamed and pushed away against the ropes. That tightened her cheeks and I flicked the tines harder against the mature flesh of her arse. She screamed again and I let the tines trail over her hip until I was in front. I flicked the tines across her breasts then quickly up between her thighs.