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The Adventures of Chloe
Chloe was excited. In fact, she had been excited for weeks. Everything was
so new and different. Not only had she had a fantastically successful
season but she had managed to get herself engaged to a perfectly charming
gentleman. Regency London was running short of eligible bachelors. Chloe
had been afraid that she would have to accept the offer of Lord
Eastmoreland, who was old enough to be here grandfather and had lost all his
teeth or, even worse, she would end the season without any offers at all.
After all, although she was quite pretty, with her big brown eyes, full
mouth, straight little nose and delightfully rounded figure, she did have
the disadvantage of her hair. Instead of the fashionable dark brown that
was so admired, Chloe had been cursed with hair that was a mixture of gold
and red. It didn't matter that it was long and shiny and fell in loose
waves without the use of the curling irons, all people noticed was it's
unusual colour.
So when Chloe was introduced to Lord Rotheringham, and he began paying her
marked attentions, she couldn't believe her luck. Lord Rotheringham was
barely forty, and although he was losing some of his hair he was a fine
figure of a man. She hardly dared to hope, but within three weeks her
father was closeted with Lord Rotheringham discussing marriage settlements.
Chloe learned that she truly had been fortunate. Lord Rotheringham owed
property in the Caribbean that just happened to be on the same island as the
estate that Chloe's uncle had left to her mother. It was a simple matter of
negotiations, and the matter was settled. Chloe had hoped for a smart
London wedding, but Lord Rotheringham had urgent business requiring his
immediate presence, so it had been decided that the wedding would take place
in the Caribbean. It was a shame that Chloe's parents wouldn't be able to
see their daughter wed, but it couldn't be helped. A married lady, who
happened to be also travelling to the Caribbean, readily agreed to act as
Chloe's chaperon, and before she had to gather her wits, Chloe was on board
a ship and sailing away from everything she had ever known.
To Chloe's surprise, most of her travelling companions immediately took to
their bunks, complaining of sickness. Chloe was not troubled at all by the
motion of the sea, but spent every moment she could on deck, taking in the
view and inquiring into the working of every part of the ship. The crew
soon became used to Chloe's presence and eager questions, although the
captain constantly warned her not to stray away from the public deck. Chloe
wasn't sure what kind of danger she could get into on such a small ship, but
she had been raised to be obedient.
Eventually the rest of the passengers recovered enough to join Chloe above
decks, and she found her activities curtailed. Lord Rotheringham did not
approve of his future wife hobnobbing with common sailors, and he made his
disapproval evident. So Chloe had to content herself with a gentle stroll
to and fro across the deck while her fianc described her future home and
duties to her. The rest of her time was spent in the cabin she shared with
Mrs Coatham, reading aloud and attempting to complete a piece of embroidery.
But her unusual surroundings helped to give an edge of excitement to even
the most mundane occupations.
Chloe had become so familiar with the routine of the ship, so she noticed
immediately when one day that routine was altered. She pressed her face
against the glass of the tiny porthole, but she couldn't discover what was
happening. Mrs Coatham tried to get Chloe to sit down, but Chloe couldn't
settle. She slipped out of the cabin and up on to the deck. The mate was
yelling orders and sailors were frantically scurrying around. No one
noticed Chloe, and she had plenty of opportunity to look around and discover
the source of the excitement. It was quite easy to spot. Coming up fast
behind them was a ship, and flying proudly from its masthead was a pirate
flag. Even Chloe could tell that, despite the crew's best efforts, there
was no way that they could outrun the pirates. Her heart beating at double
speed, she clung to the rail and watched the chase. It was soon over, a
volley of shots from the pirate's cannons ripped the mainsail to shreds, and
they were dead in the water. As the crew braced themselves for the pirates
to board them, the captain spotted Chloe.
"My lady, what are you doing?" he cried. "You shouldn't be here. Don't you
realise the danger you are in?"
"Are the pirates going to take all my jewellery?" Chloe asked, excited at
the prospect of yet another new adventure. She had never had so much as her
pocket picked before.
"Chloe," Lord Rotheringham hove into view. "This is no place for you.
Return to your cabin immediately."
"My lord," the captain intervened. "I'm afraid that we may have to take
steps to protect both your lady and Mrs Coatham. In my experience, the
pirates are sure to search the ship thoroughly."
"You raise a good point, my man," Lord Rotheringham said thoughtfully.
"What did you have in mind? Shall we hide the ladies somewhere?"
"All I can suggest is that we dress you all as members of my crew and hope
that the pirates don't notice them. I don't have any hiding places that the
pirates won't find easily, I'm afraid," the captain said apologetically.
"I don't like the idea. It's not the kind of garb a lady is accustomed to,"
Lord Rotheringham informed him.
"I know my lord, but it's better than the alternative."
"That is true," Lord Rotheringham admitted. "Very well, let's get on with
it. Come along Chloe."
Chloe excitedly followed Lord Rotheringham below decks. She had once tried
on a friend's brother's clothes years ago, and it sounded like fun. The
captain brought a pile of clothes for them and urged them to make haste.
Mrs Coatham was almost crying as Chloe helped her change. It took so long
to persuade the good lady to put on men's clothing, even with the help of
the maid, Suzy, that the pirates were already boarding before Chloe started
to divest herself of her clothing. There wasn't exactly a lot of clothes
left for Chloe and Suzy to share. Chloe pulled on a pair of trousers, which
ended just below her knees and left her lower legs bare. A loose grubby
shirt was obviously not going to be enough to conceal Chloe's generous
breasts, so Suzy swaddled her tightly with a piece of sheeting. Suzy then
helped Chloe to braid her hair and pin it up on her head. They hastily tied
a scarf over her hair to conceal it, then hurried to stand with the rest of
the crew while the pirates ransacked the ship.
The women were pushed into the centre of the crew and told to keep their
faces down. Chloe couldn't help sneaking peeks at the pirates though. They
were nothing like her imagination had pictured. She thought they would be
young and dashing, with eye-patches and parrots perched on their shoulders.
All the ones she could see appeared to be quite old and grizzled. They were
plainly disappointed with their haul. They pulled the captain to the front,
and hit him several times in a vain attempt to get him to divulge the
location of any hidden treasures. Chloe couldn't watch them beat up the
kindly captain and looked away, wincing in sympathy each time she heard a
blow land.
At last the pirates prepared to depart. All would have been well, if one
particularly fat pirate hadn't discovered Chloe's trunk of clothes. He
hauled out her wedding dress, and held it up against himself, making a lewd
joke to his friends. Outraged to see his filthy hands on the precious dress
that she had never worn, but had spent long hours designing and dreaming of
wearing, Chloe instinctively pushed her way through the crowd and snatched
it from him.
"How dare you?" she demanded. "That's my wedding dress!" There was a
moment of stunned silence, as she became the cynosure of everybody. Too
late, Chloe realised what she had done and tried to retreat back into the
crew. Eager hands grabbed her and dragged her up in front of the captain.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" he asked, taking his time
examining Chloe. Painfully aware of how scantily she was clad, Chloe tried
desperately to free herself but the pirates held her arms easily.
"I think we've got ourselves a lady," the mate laughed, taking a good look
at Chloe too.
"Surely not," the captain replied sarcastically. "Look, our captive is
wearing boy's clothes. Maybe we should check."
Before Chloe realised what he intended, he reached forward and ripped her
shirt open. He produced a knife and Chloe closed her eyes as he swung
towards her and sliced through the sheet binding her chest. Chloe gave a
shocked cry as the fresh air hit her exposed breasts. No one apart from her
maid had ever seen her breasts before, but now she was stood in front of a
crowd of men, all eyeing her greedily. The cold stung her nipples into hard
nubs, and the way her captors held her thrust her breasts pertly forward.
Chloe struggled to free herself again, but stopped as she saw how the men's
eyes followed every resulting bounce of her breasts.
"Now really, you shouldn't squash such pretty titties like that," the
captain told her. "Look at the marks of them. Here let me help you."
He reached forward and began massaging Chloe's breasts. Chloe gasped with
shock. She had occasionally cupped her breasts secretly during the night,
but no one, least of all a man, had ever held them and stroked them and
squeezed them. Chloe couldn't stop him, but she knew she shouldn't be
experiencing tendrils of pleasure curling around her insides. She bit her
lip and tried not to moan. The captain smirked down at her as if he knew
exactly how she felt.
"Now, that's better," he said, giving one of her nipples a tweak as he let
go of her.
"Release me at once," Chloe demanded hoarsely, trying to catch her breath.
"I am a lady and I will not be treated like this."
"My lady, a thousand apologies," the pirate captain replied, performing an
elaborate bow. "Captain William Roberts at your service. You must forgive
my men. They didn't realise you were a lady." He leaned forward and spoke
confidentially to Chloe. "They've never seen a lady wearing trousers
before, you see. It confused them. So I think we should do something about
that, don't you?"
"Certainly," Chloe said, trying to speak with dignity despite the fact that
her upper body was still exposed. "My trunk is just over there, I will go
and change immediately."
"No need for that," Captain Roberts smirked, producing his knife again. A
few quick slashes and Chloe's trousers were just tattered rags on the floor.
Chloe desperately started to struggle again, humiliated to be held in
front of a crowd of men completely naked. She kicked out with her long
legs, but even when she managed to connect with Captain Roberts' arm he just
laughed.
"Bring her over here, lads," he ordered, beginning to undo his trousers.
"It's been a while since I had a sweet little thing like her." Chloe had no
idea what he was talking about, but she could tell by his voice that she
wouldn't like what he had planned. But before he could proceed they were
interrupted. Suzy pushed her way through the crew.
"Captain, stop," she cried. "My Lady Chloe is an innocent young woman. She
is on her way to be married, and I am sure her fianc would willing pay a
handsome ransom to have her returned unharmed."
"Well if it isn't another lady dressed up as a boy," Captain Roberts
drawled. Chloe was beginning to really hate the sound of his sarcastic
voice. She couldn't believe how brave Suzy was, trying to help her. Both
Lord Rotheringham and Mrs Coatham were hiding as best they could, and hadn't
made any move to come to her defence.
"I'm no lady," Suzy said stoutly. "I'm just a maid. But Lady Chloe is a
good girl, and her family and her fianc are both rich. Why throw away
money just for a few moment's pleasure rutting?"
"Are you saying that this wench is a virgin?" Captain Roberts asked slowly.
"Aye, she is," Suzy told him. "Return her untouched and collect a fat
purse."
"I don't know if you are being trueful, or just trying to play me for a
fool," Captain Roberts said thoughtfully. "We'll just have to test the
truth of your words. Hold our little lady down and spread her legs, lads.
Let's see if she still has her maidenhead."
To her horror, Chloe was pinned down to the deck and her legs forcibly held
open. She struggled and fought vainly, especially when she felt Captain
Roberts' hands on her inner thighs. Then his fingers were touching her most
private places, parting her intimate folds. She shivered as she felt his
breath on her and knew he was examining her exposed body.
"Well would you believe it, the wench was telling the truth," Captain
Roberts declared, standing back up. Sobbing with humiliation, Chloe was
dragged back to her feet. The scarf over her hair had slipped off and her
braid had become undone during her struggles. The pirate captain walked
around her thoughtfully, shaking out her hair so he could view its length,
running a hand over her long legs and casually cupping a breast.
"I have to thank you, wench," he said to Suzy at last. "If I leave her
virgin, then I will be able to get a pretty penny for her."
"Thank you, captain," Suzy said. "We can provide you with her fianc 's
direction."
"Oh I'm not going to bother with ransom demands," Captain Roberts informed
her casually. "It would take to long, and then there's all the hazards of
collecting the money without being caught. No, we're heading East. They
appreciate an unusual wench to add to their harems, and they pay well for a
virgin, especially one this old. Add in that hair, and I'll make a
fortune." Suzy tried to protest but received a slap to shut her up.
"Right, lets get going," the captain commanded. "We've hung around here too
long as it is. Men, no one lays a finger on our lady here. If one of you
randy bastards costs me a fortune, I'll slit his throat. We've got this
other wench here to use for our pleasure. Understand me?" He got a ragged
chorus of 'Aye, captain' as he led the way back to his own ship. Chloe was
tossed over a broad shoulder and carried off. As she was taken below decks,
Chloe got a brief glimpse of Suzy being thrown onto a pile of sails and a
man dropping on top of her. Scared and trembling, Chloe was deposited in
the Captain's cabin and locked in. Terrified about what was going to happen
to her, and deeply concerned about what was happening to Suzy, Chloe huddled
in a corner and wept.
Eventually, she ran out of tears, and started to pay attention to her
surroundings. She was painfully aware that her own impulsive behaviour had
got her into this predicament. Now she had to find a way out, both for her
and Suzy. The first essential was clothes. She was still completely naked.
She found a guilty delight in being free of the constraints of her
clothes, but she knew that she wasn't behaving like a lady. There was a
trunk in a corner, but it was firmly locked, so she had to settle for
wrapping a sheet from the bunk around herself. She poked around, but
couldn't find anything useful. All she could glimpse from the tiny porthole
was a view of the sea, and no matter how she attacked it, she couldn't get
the cabin door to open.
She was perched on the table trying to see if she could create an opening in
the ceiling when the pirate captain entered the cabin. He gave a loud laugh
when he saw what she was trying to do, and pulled her down and tossed her on
the bed. A couple of burly seamen followed him into the cabin, and began
filling a tub with hot water. To Chloe's horror, Captain Roberts began
stripping his clothes off right in front of her. Chloe gave a cry of
outrage, and clapped her hands firmly over her eyes. She heard the swish of
water as the captain lowered himself into the tub and ventured to peep
between her fingers. She found that the captain was watching her and he
gave another of his loud laughs.
"Get over here and scrub my back," he ordered. Chloe couldn't believe what
he was asking her to do. It was bad enough that she was alone in a cabin
with a man, even worse that he was naked. But he couldn't expect her to
touch him, it was outrageous.
"Don't make me have to come over there and teach you a lesson," he
threatened. "I might just forget how much you are worth, and neither of us
want that."
Chloe wasn't sure exactly what he was threatening to do to her, but she had
learnt enough about him to know him capable of any kind of atrocities. So
she reluctantly shuffled over to the tub, trying not to trip over the
trailing edge of the sheet she was clutching to her. Captain Roberts tossed
her a washing cloth and some soap, and sat forward to allow her access to
his back. Reluctantly Chloe began to rub the soapy cloth over his back.
She kept trying to remember that she was a lady, but a rebellious part of
her mind was fascinated to be so close to a naked man. She ran her cloth
over the smooth planes of his back and around his firm muscles. Her
breathing quickened, and she leant closer, absorbed in her task.
"Get rid of that sheet, I don't want you getting my bedding wet," he
ordered, pulling it away from her body. "You're doing a good job, now do my
front."
He sat back and Chloe began washing his front. She tried to forget that she
was naked again and concentrated on what she was doing. Unfortunately, she
found the front of a naked man even more fascinating than the back. She ran
her cloth over the curves of his muscled chest, the suds catching in the
dark hairs. She hadn't known that men had hair on their chests. She
diligently washed her way down his body, following the patch of hair as it
narrowed. She didn't realise that the captain was breathing faster too,
enjoying the slide of the soapy cloth being guided by her small hand. He
shifted in the tub so he was kneeling up to make Chloe's job easier. His
movements raised his hips out of the water, and Chloe got her first sight of
an aroused man.
She gave a tiny gasp as she saw his erection jutting up at her. Captain
Roberts wrapped her hand firmly around his shaft and forced her to move it
up and down. Chloe had no idea what he was doing, but judging by his grunts
and the look on his face, he was enjoying it very much. She couldn't
understand how he could have had something so big in his trousers without
her noticing, and she wondered if all men had something similar. His body
was so different to hers. Even as such errant thoughts were chasing through
her head, the throbbing member within her grasp suddenly began to twitch and
shoot out streams of white liquid. It spattered over her exposed chest,
strangely hot. Unsure exactly what she had done, but confident that it was
something a well-behaved young lady shouldn't do, Chloe tried to pull away.
The captain let her go and settles back in his tub with a satisfied grin.
Chloe scrambled away into a corner and used the cloth she was still
clutching to clean the sticky white stuff off herself. She couldn't help
noticing that the hard throbbing staff she had been stroking had now shrunk
away to a small wrinkled thing. Mystified, she huddled in her corner as
Captain Roberts finished his bath and had some supper brought in.
Copyright May 2000
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