Kidnapped

Cyn was wiping down the bartop when the door opened and a young sailor
stepped inside. "I'm closed", she said as she glanced up. The man
smiled at her and said, "oh..now..I've come a long way to drink at
LdyHart's Tavern. I've heard about you many times and I had to stop in
and share a glass or two with you." She smiled at him, nodded and
poured the last of the wine into two glasses. He quickly drank his
down and asked for another. Cyn had to walk to the back for another
bottle, but he said he would be happy to wait. When she came back and
filled his glass again, he seemed different...more anxious.

She felt something like tension in the room. When she picked up her
glass, he watched her over the rim of his. She drank slowly and felt
again the unease wash over her. He suddenly began to ask questions.
Nothing of consequence but all required thought before answering. Soon
they were deep in conversation. Cyn continued to drink the wine and
refilled his glass as it was needed. Suddenly she felt odd, almost
tired. She put her hand to her forehead when a wave of dizziness
overcame her. The thought struck her that she had been poisoned.

She looked up in panic and cried out, "what have you done to me?" The
sailor smiled and said, "you, lovely lady, will be a gift for my
ship's captain!" Cyn tried to cry out for help but no sound came from
her lips as she slowly sank into darkness. The sailor caught her as
she started to fall. He carried her to the couch and took lengths of
soft cotton rope from his pockets. Using the ropes, he bound her
ankles and wrists. Then he slipped her body into a large canvas bag.
Her petite 5' frame fit just as he knew it would. He walked to her
bedchamber and took the gown he knew would be perfect for his purpose.
Hefting the bag up onto his shoulder, he smiled and whistled as he
walked back down the hill to the ship waiting in the harbor below.

Cyn slowly awoke to darkness...complete and total darkness. She knew
from the motion under her, she was not in her bedchamber. She tried to
call out but realized there was a silken scarf being used as a gag.
Only soft muffled sounds came from her lips. As she tried to reach up
and pull it away, it also became clear that her hands were tied to
rings on the bed she was laying on. The words of the sailor came back
to her..."a gift for my ship's captain" he had said. Suddenly Cyn was
terrified. Never had she been tied like this, held in the dark like
this. The overwhelming fear for her well-being washed over her and she
began to cry. She had heard the stories from the whores that
frequented the docksides. About how sea captains took women to their
ships and when they were done with them, sold them to opium dens in
the Far East. As she lay there weeping the sound of a man's footsteps
came to her. She held the tears back and listened to them coming
closer. Her body was trembling from fear.

The door opened slowly and a man slipped inside...it was the young
sailor. He carefully lit a small lantern and the light from it was
dim. But, bright enough to see the frightened woman struggling on the
bed. He smiled at the sight, wishing he dared taste her before giving
her to his captain. But, knowing his anger, the sailor thought better
of it. Instead he untied her and helped her to the chamber pot. Cyn
was terribly embarrassed but not being able to use it for such a long
time made her need outweigh her shame. He was kind enough to turn away
and not watch. When she was again presentable, he pulled her back to
the bed and retied her ropes. As he had not removed the gag and she
was afraid to, Cyn never spoke. He has brought water and food. He sat
on the side of the bed and fed her slowly. The water was withheld
until her meal was done. He propped her up on two extra pillows and
left her after she had drank more water.

This process was repeated for what she assumed were several days. It
was hard to tell. Cyn never saw the sunshine and apparently he was
adding the sleeping medicine to her food. She fell asleep soon after
he left from feeding her. Her awake times consisted of eating,
drinking the brackish water he gave her and using the chamberpot.
Every other visit he would allow her to wash her face and hands. After
a week at sea the young sailor decided it was time to get his 'gift'
ready to present to the captain.

He waited until the darkest hours before morning and slipped into the
small room in the farthest part of the below decks. He lit the lantern
and turned, she was watching him as she always did when he brought her
food. He marveled again at the long red hair and eyes the color of the
sea. Just looking at her breasts straining against the dress made his
loins stir. He carried the water and soft cloths to the side of the
cot she had laid on for this last few days. Pulling a stool over he
took a bundle from his pocket and unrolled food for her. She was
hungry and accepted it as he fed it to her. He gave her water as soon
as the food had been eaten. She knew that soon he would leave and the
sleep would again take her. She moved to get comfortable again, he
watched her movements and the stirring grew stronger. Gods but he
wanted this woman, and wanted her bad.

He sat there until her eyes began to close, he knew it wouldn't take
long for the sleeping potion to take effect. He had been prepared that
day in the Tavern. He knew this was no dockside whore. He also knew
this was a gift he could give his captain that would show the high
regard he held for him. As soon as she was deeply asleep he began to
undress her. He was a little surprised at how uncovering her body
would affect him. Her breasts were large and heavy. He looked at his
open hand and couldn't resist covering her breast with it to judge
it's size he told himself. But, once he touched her the need to have
her overwhelmed him. He jerked his hand away and stepped back from the
bed. Swallowing hard he again moved to her bedside and quickly
completed the task of stripping, bathing and redressing her in the
emerald green gown he had also taken from the Tavern.

He slowly brushed the long red hair and then stepped back to look at
her again. She was beautiful and made him think of the angels he had
seen in cathedrals. He sighed softly and once again wished for things
he knew could not be. He thought that his captain was a very lucky
man. Checking his timepiece he saw that he still have enough to safely
get her into the captain's bed without being seen. Slipping the
hairbrush into his pocket he picked her up and put her over his
shoulder. Opening the door and checking the passageway first he walked
down the hallway and up one short flight of steps to the next level.
The captain's quarters were at the end of this passageway. He opened
the door and was shocked into stillness to see his captain sleeping on
his bed. Unsure of what to do now he stood in the doorway. But,
hearing the sound of footsteps he moved quickly into the room. The
only thing he could think to do was continue with his plan and he laid
Cyn on the bed beside his captain's sleeping form. Turning he hurried
to open the door and get back on deck with the others from his watch.

The captain had fallen into his bed exhausted. He hadn't slept well
since leaving the last port. Working through the last few watches had
tired him out, hopefully, enough to sleep. The feel of something warm
against his side began to slowly drag him to consciousness. The scent
wafting to his nose was just like hers. He turned slightly toward the
form and laid his arm around her waist. Before he realized, he
murmured ... "Cyn". The answering sigh brought him fully awake.

The word..."Hastir"...that came to him in her voice. He opened his
eyes and looked into the sleeping face of the woman that filled his
nights and was beginning to disturb his days. Knowing this could only
be a dream, he pulled her against him and covered her mouth with his.
His tongue probing between her lips that seemed to know him and
accepted him immediately. Hastir turned her onto her back and cupping
her breast through the emerald green gown he had given her. His mouth
licked and nibbled down her throat to the collar that he was
unbuttoning as quickly as he could. Sliding his hand inside, fingers
caressing the breast, coming to rest holding the hard nipple between
his fingers. She moaned and shifted under him.

He pushed the bodice of the gown open and covered her with his
mouth...open and hot. His tongue licking the nipple...his lips closing
on the dark rose colored skin surrounding it. Continuing to draw
together until he began sucking hard. She moaned under his mouth and
he couldn't stop himself from pulling at the skirt of the gown until
his hand touched the heated inside of her thigh. He groaned as his
fingers found their way between the rapidly dampening folds between
her legs. The need in his loins was more than he could resist and he
opened his breeches and moved to cover her. His hard shaft slide
smoothly into her wet sheath and once felt, he could not be stopped.
Hastir took Cyn's hands and held them together above her head as he
began an increasingly faster rhythm in and out of her body.

Slowly, Cyn began to awaken. She moaned as her arousal grew stronger.
Surely this was only a dream she thought, she would wake to find
herself laying in the dark again. She opened her eyes to look into
Hastir's face, then she knew it was a dream. He had left port days
ago. Suddenly the thought came to her that when he returned she would
be prisoner in some opium den, used as barter or worse. Tears slipped
down her cheeks as she began to weep. He looked at the tears and his
movements slowed, then stopped. He asked, "do I hurt you sweet lass?"

On hearing his voice she stopped crying. He let go of her hands and
gathered her close to him. With this touch they both realized this was
no dream. She exclaimed, "you are the captain!" He laughed and said,
"yes, I am a captain, but you knew that". She threw her arms around
his neck and hugged him close, tears pouring down her cheeks. He
asked, "how did you come to be here, in my bed, lass?" Laughing she
answered, "I think you should ask your crew that question, not me."
Puzzled, he moved to her side and pulled her close again. She told him
all that she knew and he began to laugh. "I have been something of a
bear lately." he said, "I suppose my crewman decided you were the
reason and took action to make his life easier." Cyn giggled in
response and snuggled closer. "I really do not mind..now that I know
you are the captain in question." she said. Hastir pulled the blanket
back up over them and they fell asleep in each others arms.

A few hours later the cook opened the door and stepped inside. As he
realized there was a woman in his captain's bed he backed up and shut
the door gently. He whispered the startling news to the cabin boy and
soon every man on the ship knew that a woman was sleeping in the
captain's bed. Olaf laughed and began to tell his story. The sailors
gathered 'round to hear the tale and all agreed to let the captain
sleep as long as he wished.

Cyn woke up to the feel of a hand caressing her breast. Her eyes
opened and she smiled into the gaze of Hastir. He chuckled warmly and
said, "welcome to my ship, lass" as he bent his head to kiss her. As
their lips met she slid her arms around his shoulders and pressed her
body closer to him. His fingers nimbly made their way down the length
of her dress. Opening it to his searching hand. His lips opened and
his tongue slid between her lips...touching and tasting. The tip
running across her teeth and tangling with her tongue. She began to
suck noisily on it.

Moaning with rising passion she arched her back and felt his chest
pressing against her overheated nipples. The teasing touch leaving an
almost unbearable ache behind. Soon his hands and mouth had her
twisting and whimpering on the bed. Her head thrashing back and forth
as his mouth sucked greedily at her breasts. Cyn grabbed his hair
hanging over his cheeks and tightened her fingers' grip. The feel of
his mouth ..hot and wet....made her whimpers grow into soft screams.
He slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, squeezing gently as he
did. He groaned loudly against her skin when his fingers slide wetly
into her. Her legs opened and his fingers began to play.

Stroking along the dripping slit, dipping in and out of the hot
opening. His body throbbed in answer to her cries. He lifted his head
to watch her, this woman was glorious in her arousal. She made him
want her more each time he took her. He lifted his body and moved
between her legs. He leaned down over Cyn to watch her face as he
entered her. Cyn opened her eyes and gasped. The moan that followed
had a deep agonized sound. He stopped and she softly begged him to
continue. Cyn slid her hands down Hastir's chest, fingers stopping,
rubbing his nipples between her fingers.

He growled deep in his chest and began to move hard against her. The
pleasure that was almost painful in it's intensity began to build. She
wrapped her legs around his hips and moved to match him. Pulling and
stroking his cock in time with her soft cries. He was now past the
ability to think, as he closed his eyes and simply began to move. His
body controlled them and would not be stopped. Suddenly Cyn began to
struggle in his arms. His eyes quickly opened and he watched as she
began to scream. He felt her body tighten around him and without
warning he filled her body with liquid fire. His shout in answer to
her screams was heard by a passing crewman. He continued on his way
smiling with the thought of a pleasant voyage from this point on.

A few hours later the cook knocked at the captain's door. He looked in
to see them sleeping again, tangled in each other's arms. He sat a
tray of food and wine on the table by the door. Chuckling softly to
himself he closed the door and walked away.