1812- Ariana’s Voyage by Ari Swan
Embark on an enticing journey with '1812 - Ariana's Voyage' by Ari Swan, an erotic sex story that weaves passion and adventure. Discover seductive encounters, daring escapades, and the thrill of forbidden romance as Ariana navigates desire on the high seas. Dive into this captivating tale today!<br/>
Part 1 of the 1812 series , Note to readers; This work is copy-write 2016
All of the events in this story are based in fiction
If you are looking for a quick read, straight to the point, this is not for you. It has a story line with scenes ranging from mild to graphic throughout
This is part 1 of the 1812 series, I will be posting part 2 soon.
1812- The Indian Ocean
Preface
On a fall day in late September, one of England’s royal ships, “The Voyager”, sent out on a trip to Australia. The Royal Court had collected a myriad of sailors, slaves, craftsmen, and entertainers to take the voyager and colonize the new land. Among them, was Ariana.
As the princess of King George II, Ariana was always a rebellious girl. She would sneak out of the castle late at nights to train in Archery with her brothers, Nikoli and Geoffrey. She showed a great affinity for pistol shooting, and regularly practiced on targets in the nearby woods of the castle. Those were her favorite days, the ones where she could escape down the vine that crept from her third floor window into the back gardens. She would climb down the creepers, making sure that no one saw her, and escape in the shade of the willow trees out back. With her, she would bring a bow to practice with, and pistol in case she was to be assaulted. The woods were no place for a woman, let alone royalty.
The first time she was caught escaping at the age of 10, her uncle was the one who found her. He dragged her back to the castle, leading her by the neck, lecturing her on how a young woman was suppose to act. Once they got to his chambers, he told her to put her hands on the table and turn around. Ariana put her hands down on the desk and heard her uncle rummaging around for something. She turned around for a split second when a cane came down hard on her tender bottom. She yelped in protest and tried to stand, but he pushed her back onto the desk.
“This is what happens when ladies don’t do as they are told” said her uncle. “Now I want you to count to ten- one for each. If you make it to ten I won’t tell the king about your midnight adventure.” She hesitated, trying to collect her thoughts. “What do you say?” he asked. She half heartedly tried to get out from underneath his grip, but with met with him tightening his grip.
“Yes” she grunted out.
“No, no. We say, Yes Sir.” He whispered.
“Yes Sir.”
“Good.” She felt the cane come down hard on her backside, and counted a “one”. By the time he had reached “10” she was sure that she wouldn’t be able to sit down for at least a week- maybe two. She didn’t know why, but she felt a tingling sensation in her stomach every time she looked back on that memory.
Even years later, at the age of 19, Ariana detested the life of royalty and wished every day that she would have the freedom her brother’s wielded on a daily basis. The life of a princess was one of a caged animal, being lead around by sparkly diamond collars and following command after command. She knew her life as a trophy would never cease as long as she remained in a palace.
As a princess, she was expected to be the beauty of the kingdom; the envy of all other maidens. Her ladies in waiting doted on her day and night, showering her with compliments on her long, chestnut brown hair that shone red in the light. Her high cheekbones were the envy of all women in the kingdom, not to mention her dark brown eyes, seeming fairy-like, that took up a large portion of her face. She was regularly stared at by the young men at royal balls, her curvy hips and small waist attracting stares from every angle while she swayed to the music.
It was one afternoon when news about the trip to Australia came into her possession. Her ladies in waiting had been gossiping about it all afternoon. While her handmaid, Eva, laced up her corset, Ariana felt it was time to know what the news was.
“What has everybody been whispering about, Eva?” her maid shifted, not knowing whether she should share the information she knew.
“Nothing, your highness.” Ariana grew more agitated, she wanted to get down to the bottom of what they were talking about. “Eva, tell me or I’ll report you to the High Court.” “Okay your highness, but it didn’t come from me. The royal court is sending a ship to Australia so they can colonize the new land. Apparently the ship leaves tonight. It’s a secret mission, we are not supposed to know about it but the guards caught wind while two gentlemen spoke of it in the loo.”
This is so exciting, Arianna thought. This might be my one chance to see another world. Her handmade helped her finish getting ready for the day, and about an hour later she was left alone. She decided she was going to do it; she was going to try to board the ship. She got a small rucksack and packed the things she knew she would need for such a long journey. She gathered a set of pants from her brother’s clothes, her undergarments, a compass, and the ring she was given at birth. It was a small topaz ring embellished with four miniscule diamonds at each corner, she brought it with her everywhere she went. On the inside of the ring was engraved her family crest, and initials.
About two hours passed and Ariana decided it was time to try to sneak out. She didn’t know what time the boat would be leaving and wanted to get on it as soon as possible. She went over to the third floor window with rucksack in hand and begin to make her way down the creeping vines. She checks to make sure that nobody was around the palace gardens, and reached the ground. One last look it was time to go, she ran into the woods knowing that about a half mile due north was where the shipyard was. She retrieved her compass and began making her way north.
The Shipyard
The clanging in clattering of the sails of the ships could be heard even from the distance. Ariana hid behind a bridge that led from the woods into the shipyard, Careful that nobody noticed to she was. She saw the ship with English flags attached to the dock, and six large white sails. On front front of the ship was a plaque that read “The Voyager” in large gold-leaf letters. She saw crews of men loading supplies and slaves onto the ship. The only women she could see boarding the ship were the slaves. This would be harder than she thought.
The crew continued to go about their business, and she decided to try and move closer, figuring no one would see her in the mayhem of the load-in scene. She crept forward, creeping through the jungle of barrels and crates, trying to find an opening to get on board. Suddenly a hard yank met her from behind the neck, pulling upward on her long brown locks.
“What do you think you’re doing, little girl?” came the mysterious voice from behind her.
“None of your business, wretch. Let go of me this instant.” Her words came out far more confident than she felt. The man in question turned her around and held her steadfast. She was facing one of the guards of the ship. Shit.
“I asked you a question, lady. You have no business being in a man’s territory. Trying to get a look at the ship are you? I saw that look in your eyes, looking for trouble is what it is.”