Sea Wench
By
Gabrielle the Death Mistress
Ocean spray filled her face and matted her long black hair as she sat on the shifting deck of the ship. Her tattered clothes did little to protect her from the elements. The long peasant dress had once covered her ample breast, but now failed at that task as one breast hung from the torn material.
Sara’s beauty was fading with each month she spent on the ship. The bloody wound on the right cheek would leave a scar, much as had the, now, healed wounds on the rest of her body. A bath to wash away the grime might reveal even more scars than she knew, but that was a luxury she might never know again. The best she could hope for was a dunking in the sea, or the wind blown spray from the sea.
Her hands, red from hard labor, pushed the scouring pad along the wooden deck. Even with the raging storm she knew she must continue with her task. The storm was a saving grace; it meant none of the crew would be using her. Still, she could not say she hated being taken dozens of times each day by the dirty, smelling crewmen of the “Sea Witch”.
The woman thought back to the day she had come to be on the ship. Her husband had abandoned her and in this day and time a woman alone had little chance of survival. Women were not allowed to hold a job. Society wanted women to be dependent on man, and it had succeeded. This left her with two choices, find a man to marry, or to sell her body. Sara had chosen the latter. Selling her body was better than giving herself to the men of Fairfield. It wasn’t that the men of this town were worse than those of others; it was only that they were too forgiving. Even though they gave women no rights, they coddled them as if they were some prized possession. She found the men too soft, to feminine.
Selling her body afforded herself a good income and men treated her as men should, roughly. Men seemed to shed their inhibitions when with a whore such as herself. For a year she was happy, or at least content. Then one night she had a client unlike the others. He was sailor, a pirate some might call him. That night she had no sex in the comfort of her bed. He had pinned her to the wall and force his manhood inside her. His strength and rippling muscles drove her to sexual madness. Sara wanted him as she had never wanted a man.
After what seemed an hour, Captain Jack let her loose from the wall and she slid helplessly to the floor. It was there that he forced his full eight inches into her virgin asshole. Anal sex was forbidden in Fairfield and the punishment was so severe no man dared try it. Jack was lawless and cared little for man’s laws. He lived by his own code of justice, one that often left death in his wake.
A month, and many bruises later, Jake came to her and said, “It's time for me to leave here.”
Tears welled in her eyes as she thought of life without him. Sara said, “Take me with you.”
The man scratched his beard as he looked at the naked woman standing before him. He knew the trouble a woman on a ship, especially a ship of cutthroats, could cause. He had made the mistake of falling in love with her, but he knew the consequences of taking her with him. Jack said, “The only way I could take you with me is if I were to share you with the men.”
Sara smiled and said, “I have had sex with most of your crew as it is. I don’t see that as a problem.”
His expression didn’t change. He said, “You know I like my sex rough. Here, those men feel they must constrain themselves,” he pointed to the gray sea out the window, “there they will feel free to be themselves.”
The woman felt her arm that was still bruised from Jack’s last visit. His strong hand had grabbed her arm so tightly she thought it would break. She screamed in pain at first. It then shifted to pleasure and was followed by a huge orgasm. Sara had discovered the power of pain and pleasure combined. The woman was addicted and knew she would never know normal sex again. Sara said, “I will pleasure your men if that is your will.”
He smiled and hoped she might survive the experience. He would keep her as safe as possible, but there was no guarantee that she would survive more than a month at sea. Even for the best of sailors, it was hard to survive at sea. If the sea didn’t take her, the crew would.
Sara continued to scrub the deck. The storm made her task that much easier since she need not haul water that she pulled from the ocean in a bucket. She smiled as she thought of Jack, the man she loved. She might belong to the crew during the day, but the nights belonged to Jack. She would give him the sex he needed and spend the rest of it in his bed, the only bed on the ship. The men slept in hammocks in the hold of the ship.
A hand on her shoulder shook Sara from her revelry and she looked up to see the first mate, Hap. He was as ugly as he was strong. He was maybe the most evil man on the ship, but the captain needed him. It was the fear of him that kept the crew from getting out of hand. Rum was the drink of choice on the “Sea Witch” and dozens of drunken pirates was always trouble. Hap said, “Your boob is distracting me and is giving me a hard on. Fix it.”
She stopped what she was doing, unbuttoned his fly, and took out his massive, stinking cock and slid it into her mouth. He had been right… he was horny. His cock throbbed as she sucked on it. She smiled, knowing that at this moment she was in control. Even though the men often tied Sara to the mast and gang raped her, it was at moments like this she was in total control. The man knew that it was better to have her want to suck them than to force it from her. Teeth clamped tightly to the cock was too much even for well worn seamen.
Hap said, his voice filled with desire, “Suck it baby…suck it. The Cap bringing you on board was the best thing he ever did.”
She almost laughed because Hap had been one of the more vocal in demanding she not be brought on board the ship. It was legend that a woman on a ship was bad luck. That myth was based on a lot of fact. Horny seamen and a woman that will not fuck them is a deadly combination. Having Sara on board was different, she belonged as much to the men as she did to the captain.
Sara felt the man harden even more in her mouth. She swallowed his manhood, allowing him to push deeper into her mouth, letting his cock slide down her throat. She knew he was ready to explode and she hoped to hasten that action. His cock buried deep in her throat was all that was needed, Hap exploded.
He pulled her to him, her lips pressed tight against his smelly pubic hair. The cock in her throat gagged her and she struggled to breath. Men loved this moment; they loved to feel the struggle on their cock. This seemed to enhance and prolong the men’s orgasms, as it did Hap’s at that moment.
The world was going black when the man finally pulled his cock from her mouth. Sara gasped for air, ignoring the spray of seawater that she inhaled with the precious air. Hap looked guilty and walked away as he stuff the shrinking cock back into his pants.
Sara turned around to see Jack standing above her. Even dirty and his long black hair matted to his head by the rain and sea spray, he was as handsome as ever. He said, “The storm is getting worse. I need to put you in a safe place.”
Sara showed no expression and said, “Yes, my love, if that is your wish.”
Jack waved a hand and two crewmen ran over. He said, “Put her in position for the storm.”
The men pushed her to the nearby mast and pulled her hands back and behind the mast. They were tied tightly together at the wrist. More ropes were used to tie her body tightly to the mast. Sara closed her eyes and tried not to think of the worst. Tied to the mast, she was as safe as anyone on the ship, but she never knew how long she might be there. Sara was often left there the duration of the storm. Once such a storm had lasted for four days. She ate little and slept little as she was bound to the mast. That had been one of the most horrible experiences of her life, yet something within her loved it… desired it.
The storm worsened and waves began to crash over the bow of the ship. They hit her square in the face. At times it was as if she had been dropped into the sea and left to drown. It would seem to take forever for the wave to recede and she could once more breath.
The storm was not the worst thing that had happened that night. Jack had come down with the fever. Sara only learned of this when the storm had subsided and Hap came to her. He said, “It looks like the Cap is going to die so I’ll be in charge from now on. You will belong to me, then.” He laughed and added, “I like to see my girls bloody.”
He pulled a knife and began to cut the dress from her. It was the only dress Sara had and she felt despair. Even though it was torn and ragged, it had been “her” dress.
The storm seceded and the sun felt good on her naked body. The storm had left her cold and trembling. Yet she knew the sun would grow hot, she feared she might die tied to the mast.
A crewman handed Hap a whip. The fist mate said, “Let's see if they can hear you scream on the islands a thousand miles away. At last I will get to see that sweet flesh of yours bleed.”
He curled the whip in the air around him and like a snake it uncoiled and leapt out to bite the tortured woman. It left a deep red welt in the flat of her stomach. Sara screamed as she had never screamed before. She had felt pain while on the ship, but nothing came close to what she felt at that moment.
Over and over the whip cut into her flesh, leaving red cuts on her breasts, belly, and thighs. Sara knew she was going to die, but something was happening to her. She felt her body betray her and become aroused. The pain transformed into something erotic. Sara knew that with one more taste of the whip she was going to orgasm. She did, and hard. Later she would feel embarrassed that the crew would notice. The men would hurt her even more, now, just to see who could coax the biggest orgasm from the bound woman.
Even though she had been released from the mast, the rest of the day she was tortured endlessly. She had knife wounds all over her body and welts over her entire front. She laid there crying, as much from the embarrassment of crying as from the pain. The men had finally exhausted themselves and traded her for bread and cheese topped off with rum. They would all sleep well that night, but she wouldn’t.
Her body once again betrayed her and she drifted off to sleep. She wasn’t sure how long she slept, but it was still dark and she was alone in her pain. Sara cursed herself that she had wasted time before seeing to Jack. She hoped he was doing better.
It hurt her tortured body as she slowly made her way down the narrow steps into the darken hold of the ship. The smell was horrible, but she had become accustomed to it. At the moment the only thing she thought of was not waking the seamen… Sara doubted she could survive much more torture. Her body needed time to recuperate.
Jack’s cabin was at the end of the short, narrow, hallway. The walls helped keep her upright as her legs threaten to buckle. Sara fell through the door to Jack’s cabin and made for his bed, which was directly in front of the door. The room was huge compared to the rest of the ship’s compartments. Behind the bed was a large window of checkerboard panes that gave a view of the ship’s wake.
The moon’s light cast an eerie glow over the room, but she was thankful for the light as she made her way to Jack’s bed. Her hand reached out and took his. She nearly pushed it away as she felt the heat emanating from it. The man she loved was burning with fever. This brought new life to the woman’s weary body and she sat on the bed beside him. It was then that her hand went to his chest and felt something wet. At first she thought it was perspiration, but then she noticed how slick it was.
Her legs, with newfound strength, carried her quickly to the table where a lamp usually hung over it. She breathed a little easier as she found and lit the lamp. Sara rushed back to the bed and cried out in shock at what she saw. Jack was bleeding, he had a fever, but it was from infection, not some disease.
Sara checked the man and found he had a knife wound in his chest. She worked quickly to clean and dress the wound. She couldn’t be sure how long ago it had happened, but she knew it could be deadly. At first, Sara had wondered how it could have happened, but she knew… it had been Hap. He had always wanted control of the ship, and now he had it.
The next days and weeks were spent with Sara servicing the men and Hap. The tortures had lessened, somewhat, but were not close to ending. They had even cut off her right nipple and fried it as they drank rum and laughed. They raped her savagely and had bets as to who could make her ass and pussy bleed the most. The men lined up to pee on her. She cried tearfully, not from the humiliation and abuse, but from the orgasms she had. She hated the fact that the men saw how her body responded to such acts. She hated her body for betraying her by feeling arousal as the man that had tried to kill her lover raped her.
One night a man tied a rope to Sara's neck and was pretending to hang her. A wave hit her and washed her overboard. She found out later they had laughed and drank for the hour she had been dragged behind the ship. As much as she tried to fight it, the water was forced into her mouth and down her throat. As soon as she could hold no more of the toxic seawater, she would vomit it up and the process would begin again. The water hammered her, sometimes knocking her unconscious. Many times she thought this would be her end.
Sara barely remembered them pulling her from the sea. They had done so when her arms had no more strength to keep the rope around her neck from strangling her. Sara wasn't sure what happened to her the rest of the night because she knew nothing else until the sun was hitting her face. No pity was taken on her and she was raped repeatedly. Only this day there was no torture. The men seemed to like the torture only when she had the strength to scream and orgasm.
When the men were asleep she made her way to the Jack. His fever had dropped and she held hope that he might live… yet she knew she might not live to see it. Sara drifted off to sleep after changing his dressings. That night she heard a voice, Jack’s voice. He said, “You saved me. I love you so much.”
The dream seemed to end and sleep waned. Sara opened her eyes to see Jack staring at her. She said, smiling, “You are awake.”
He kissed her and said, “Thank you for caring enough to save me.”
For the first time in her life she made love… slow tender love. As much as she loved the pain and the bondage… she sometimes needed the tenderness… she needed Jack. As with all good things in life, the night ended too soon and the crew began to awaken. Sara slipped from the bed after giving Jack one last kiss and said, “I need to get back on deck, the men will be looking for me.”
Jack pulled a pistol from under the bed and said, “Let them come looking for you, especially that traitor, Hap, and I’ll kill them.”
“You can’t let them know you are healing. If Hap thinks that you might live, he will surely kill you,” said the woman.
The captain thought about what she was saying and knew she was right. He said, “I can’t let you go back and suffer at the hands of those men. I am sorry for the things I have done to you. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”
Her eyes began to fill with tears. She kissed the man she had fallen in love with and said, “I have a confession.”
Jack looked at her with his weak eyes and asked, “There is nothing you could have done that would make me love you less.”
Unable to look directly at him, Sara gazed out the window behind he bed to see a long, thin sliver of golden light shimmering on the wake of the Sea Witch. Sara said, “The things that have been done to me are horrible. The things that you did to me were bad… but I need them. I need to feel the pain and humiliation.”
Jack smiled and said, “I knew that long ago, or else I would not have brought you with me. I am afraid those men will kill you if I am not around to watch after you.”
Somberly, she said, “It's better that I die happily from the torture and you live.”
For another three week she endured the pain and torture. She had only one thing in mind as they cut deeply into her right breast, and that was that Jack was alive. The thought that she was feeling the pain for Jack caused her to orgasm.
Hap said, “I’m sick of watching you enjoy the pain. I want to see if you will enjoy death as much.”
The first officer put the knife to her neck and pressed it until red began to form around the edge. Sara closed her eyes as she felt the sting of the knife on her throat. Sara knew she had met her end and smiled, as she knew that she had at least given jack a chance to heal enough to defend himself.
The sound of a gunshot filled her ears. Sara felt something fall on her and she opened her eyes to see Hap laying on her, blood running from a hole in his forehead. She looked around in shock and saw Jack standing on the deck with his gun still smoking.
For years to come the two lovers sailed the seas. Nearby ships could often hear the screams of a woman. They were screams mixed with pain and passion. They were the screams of a woman in love and being loved.
The end.