If Antonos aka Drakon has anything to say about it, she isn't!

Antonos was the third son of a nobleman from the Island of Kythera. This particular Island was situated on a direct trade route between the Island of Crete and the mainland of Greece. A lively commerce had been in existence for centuries. His family owned a small fleet of trade ships. Since the love of the sea was in Antonos's blood, early on he was taught everything a man would need to sail the seas. At the age of twenty he had a falling out with his father and set out on his own to make a name for himself. For him there wasn't a whole lot of choices, besides sea trade and fishing there was piracy. Having had enough of the business of trade and never having liked fishing, his only other option had been to become a pirate. He changed his name to Drakon which meant dragon and within five years had a ship of his own complete with a crew of loyal men. Many of them were like himself, from well to do families wanting more from life then trading goods back and forth.

Drakon's first rule was to never attack his or his crew's families' ships but all others were up for grabs. Cruelty, **** and pillaging were not tolerated either. They were a kind of gentlemen pirates, taking enough booty without devastating their victims. Having said that, they still needed to make a living, so when they were presented with the opportunity they would take the occasional youth to sell as a **** on the mainland.

Back to our story, Drakon had sent six of his crew dressed as locals which was mainly just a simple coarse loin cloth for the men, in search of supplies. This mostly included fruits, vegetables, some poultry and so on from the local farmers. If anyone came across supples for mending sails and so forth, all the better. As for the food the men looked forward to having a break from the fish that was their main diet.

Dragon himself figured he needed to walk along the beach area, feel some earth beneath his feet and see if he could come across anything of value to take back with him. He changed into a plain one piece short tunic made of soft light linen that men from towns usually favored. As he drew closer to the town of Kydonia he spied a girl on a blanket. He stood watching for a while, she seemed to have fallen asleep and more important she seemed to be totally alone. He grinned to himself, “I need to get a closer look, she may be worth taking.”

Keeping as quiet as possible he carefully made his way around the girl effectively cutting off any chance of her trying to get back to the town. Drakon licked his lips as he drew nearer stopping often to make sure one one else was around. He could now see she was beautiful and had a body to match! When he was only fifteen feet away she suddenly woke up and saw him.

In a flash she was off and running, Drakon raised his eyebrows in surprise. Most girls would have started screaming and crying. He took off after her thinking, “Now this girl is not only beautiful but has spirit too. I believe I am going to like her!” He couldn't help grinning as he effortlessly closed the distance between them. The girl even had the forethought to lift her shirts so they wouldn't slow her down. He couldn't help but react as any man would have. She soon turned around to confront him but still kept her distance by walking backyards.

Because of his upbringing, he knew not only Greek but Cretan as well as a few other local dialects.

He let her babble on about a handsome ransom etc. The truth was sure the coins would have been welcomed, but there was something about this girl that made him want to get to know her. All of her, he grinned again when she started to get angry. She reminded him of a spitting little kitten.

Then to his surprise this little kitten had claws. She had grabbed a piece of driftwood and started waving it around. He again grinned at her challenge. Things went quickly downhill from there. Somehow as he went to take the wood from her she was able to swing it one more time. Because he had stepped closer in order to take it, the last swing hit him in the groin. Being at half mast didn't help matters either. The air was knocked out of him as he tried to keep his footing. Still holding onto the driftwood, both of them struggled and he finally pulled it from her hands causing her to crash into him. They both went down in a flurry of arms and legs, she got a knock on the side of the head with his elbow and lay still. Drakon fell on top of her gasping, being still in **** pain

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath he rolled off her moaning softly to himself as he held onto his poor crotch. Taking another deep breath he glanced to his side, she lay on her back, hair half flung about her head, looking helpless. He grunted, “Helpless..my ass! That'll be the day!” His eyes started to peruse her body. She was dressed in the typical Cretan manner. Her breasts were of course exposed with the material of her top surrounding them to perfection. They were round and full with the nipples surrounded by a ring of tempting pink. Her shirt was of the seven or more flounced variety. And he had already had a good look at her long slender legs.

As he continued his examination he heard a voice, glancing towards town, Drakon saw a man coming towards them. Still not up to a confrontation he pulled part of the girl's skirt up and swung his leg over hers, his arm moved over her breasts and he put his face so their lips touched as if they had just finished making love and had fallen asleep. He hoped the man wouldn't recognize who she was and just wonder back where he had come from. Luck was with him.

Once they were alone again, Drakon pulled his arm across her breast causing the nipples to become hard little nubs. He couldn't help but want to taste them, but knew now was not the time or place for that matter! He sat up and took the bottom of the girl's skirt and ripped one of the flounces off. His groin still ached but it was at least manageable now. He proceeded to securely tie her hands together. He heard her moan softly, signaling for him to quickly tear another piece of skirt and make a ball big enough to stuff into her mouth. With the cloth ready in his hand he leaned over and lightly kissed her lips. Her eyes shot open and when she opened her mouth to scream, he stuffed the ball into it and wrapped another piece of skirt around her mouth and tied it tightly in the back.

His groin was just a dull ache by now so he, hoisted himself up into a standing position, glad to find he was going to live after all. Shaking he head he pulled the struggling girl up and swung her over his shoulder. With a quick look around to make sure the coast was still clear Drakon headed back towards his ship with his prize.