The Embargo Pt 1

Sails danced on the horizon. White like gull feathers, they lined the horizon. They were four galleons, with an occasional merchantman to supply them. The lone figure that stood atop the small ridge overlooking the bay turned and looked down at the port for a while, where a few merchantmen lay wary with their sails shortened, biding their time.

Slowly, the figure turned and walked down again. The embargo went into its third month now, and he had an appointment with the governor. Not that he could take on even one of the galleons, leave alone all four of them, but the people were getting nervous, and he was the only privateer in port. Leisurely he strode down to the governors mansion. It was a warm sunny day, and clouds were lining the skies just like the white sails of the galleons.

“Captain Firecaster,” the governor smiled broadly as he saw him.

“Just call me V, gov’nah,” V replied.

The governors smile soured as if he suddenly tasted a lemon. “V, it is good to see you again. We…”

“we talked about the situation before, gov’nah. There is no way for me to get past them, or even near them,” V interrupted him.

“Yes, yes, that was before.” The governor stretched his words like a man who was used to enjoy hearing himself talk. “But there are good news! My messengers finally returned, and there will be aid, finally! There are Men’o'War coming!”

“Good,” replied V sharply. “Then I’m no longer neccessary. Call on me when the…”

“No, no, good V, you are most important to the mission,” said the governor hastily. “We need you to distract them while the Men’o'War can take them by surprise.” With elaborate sentences, the governor laid out his plan, pointing at different spots on the map that hung upon the wall. V nodded. “When will this start?” he asked finally.

“Tomorrow,” said the governor. “They are close already. You have to get ready.”

“Aye,” answered V shortly and walked out.

She slept rough that night. The moon stood full outside the window to her room, casting it in cold white light. Earlier, she heard her father talk with that foreign captain again, and even though she did not understand all that had been said, she could feel that something was coming. She wondered if it was a good thing, as the embargo was filling the air with tension, but for some reason, she had a very bad feeling about it. The moon didn’t help either, so she spent most of the night, laying awake in bed, listening to the sounds outside, until she finally fell into a deep and tired slumber.

Someone grabbed her. She jerked awake, trying to scream, but a hand over her mouth muffled and gagged her. She got pulled out of bed in her white nightgown and her arms were held back rough. Someone put a piece of cloth into her mouth and bound her wrists while a cool night wind blew through her open window. She was confused, trying to come to her senses, wondering if she was dreaming, and tears were streaming down her face. Finally, the man turned her around and in the moonlight she recognized the tall captain of the privateer. He smiled at her and then slung her over his shoulder.

She got carried away roughly, not remembering much of where they went or how long it took. Finally, they paused under a large tree and he removed the cloth that gagged her.

“What are you doing with me?” she asked trembling.

“I’ll hold you ransom, that’s what I’ll be doing,” he replied. “You might be the only chance for us to survive that madness.”

“But I have no money…” she stuttered.

“Bugger the money,” he snarled.

“But…” she trembled even more. “But… what else do you want?” She looked down at herself in her skimpy night gown. “I… I have never been with a man.”

He eyed her. “Listen. There are no Men’o'War. There are no reinforcements. There is no surprise attack. There is nothing. Your father is sending me and my men to certain death so he can claim the bay got conquered by the French and get rid of his allegiance to the crown. And now, while I couldn’t care less about the welfare of the british colonies, I have a fine vessel and a crew of 13 hands to care for, so maybe he will reconsider if he learns that you are among the passengers.”

She fell silent. They continued their way down to the port side by side, her wrists still bound, but the gag removed from her mouth. She knew her father would probably play a different game with the captain, but she was too afraid and agitated to think clearly. When they reached the ship, she finally broke the silence. “Look, Sir, I…”

“Just call me V,” he said.

“V… my father will not do anything for my sake.” She lowered her eyes. “I got adopted.”

She didn’t know how long she was held in the small room on the ship. It seemed like hours. Finally, he entered the room again, carrying a candle and a sack. He sat down on a crate and eyed her silently. “Very well, erm…”

“Elena,” she said.

“Elena. The plans have changed. We will leave right away.” He threw the sack on the floor. “Get dressed.”

She stared at him. “What will you do?”

“We will row out to sea and try to enter one of the galleons unnoticed…” He paused for a moment as she started to remove her night gown. Inch by inch her silky white body appeared in the candle light, until she stood before him all naked. His gaze wandered across her breasts, her hips, the dark triangle covering her pelvis. “You could have dressed AFTER I left,” he said quietly.

“Yes,” she answered. “I will.” She approached him slowly until she stood just inches away. “But I am your prisoner, Sir. Your property, if you so want.”

“Bollocks,” he replied. “Nobody’s anyones property. Not unless you’re one of the poor black sods and get carried away by a slaver.”

She moved her hands across her nipples, feeling them harden, and a curious feeling started to grow between her legs. She wandered them further down, along her sides, until they rested on each side of her pelvis. Slowly, gently, she pulled her pubic hair apart, opening her pink labia in front of his face. “What if I want to?” she asked.

He stared at her, unsure of what to say, as she already got to her knees in front of him. She smiled shyly and reached for the bulge that was showing through his pants. Slowly, nervously, she opened the buttons and pulled it down, gasping at the sight of his hardening dick. She touched it, feeling it grow in her soft warm hand, and instinctively started to stroke it. He moaned. His eyes closed for a moment, overwhelmed by her advance, enjoying it. She watched the expression on his face, afraid that he could be angry at her, but when she saw him smile softly, she followed the wonderful feeling that grew more and more inside her.

She arched down, her hair falling onto his loins. The smell of him intoxicated her, and she finally kissed the tip of his dick in her hands. It felt soft and warm, and a little wet around that little hole. Before she knew what she was doing, she licked it, tasting a strange, salty taste. feeling it pulse and harden even more at her touch. She started taking it into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the head. It almost filled her already, but she tried to move it further in, sucking it softly. Wetness was running down her legs, and she hoped embarassedly that he couldn’t see it. Quickly, she tried to suck harder, wanting to get his hard cock deeper into her mouth. She felt it hit the back of her throat already when it was not even halfway inside. Looking up at him with his cock inside her mouth, she could see him smile at her.

“God, you really want this?” he gasped. She nodded while caressing his dick with her tongue in her mouth. “Do you know what that entails?” She just sucked harder. He moaned loud, gasping for air. “God, girl! You better watch out or I will be…” She took the dick out of her mouth again, stroking it fast. Her hand rubbed hard across it, lubricated by her saliva. More wetness was forming at the tip, and she watched it curiously, as suddenly it erupted and gushes of sticky white liquid hit her face. She instinctively took it in her mouth again, feeling it jerk there, tasting more and more of the salty cream. It filled her mouth until it slowly ceased and started to get limp quickly. She let the dick fall from her mouth, looking up at him. Wet sticky spots covered her face and hair, and the cum inside her was dripping from the corners of her half-open mouth. He breathed hard as he looked at her, calming down slowly. Finally, he uttered a single word: “Swallow.” She oblieged.