The Captain’s Reward

“You’ve exceeded my wildest expectations male,” Captain Darkwater continues, “You were bit gentle for my taste, but under the circumstances, I think that might have been for the best.”

She glances over at Anna, who is now sitting silently on the table, head down, one hand steadying herself as the other cradles her belly.

“This simply won’t do,” she says with an annoyed sigh. She reaches beside her bed and rings a large bell. It lets out a loud clang and a few seconds later the bosun enters the room.

“Bring her back to the brig. Now that she’s been filled, I want someone watching her at all times,” she pauses for a moment, “and make sure the lass eats, if she gets any smaller her child won’t be healthy.”

With a nod the large bosun picks up the unresisting girl and carries her from the room, shutting the door behind her.

“As I said, male, you performed admirably this evening,” the captain continues, propping herself up on an elbow. “As a reward, I’ll allow you to ask me anything you’d like… so long as it doesn’t relate to why I need the whore's child. Savvy?”

“What are you going to do with me?” You ask carefully.

“I intend to **** you to copulate with that young woman until she is with child.” She says bluntly, “After that, well, that really depends on you.”

“Depends on what?” You ask carefully.

“If you continue to please me, I will keep you as my cabin boy for one year and one day, at which point you will be given your freedom.” She shoots you a humorless smile, “If you displease me, I will give you to my crew, who will in all likelihood **** you to ****.”

You had expected no less from someone as cruel as Darkwater but you still pale at the thought of being torn apart by dozens of sex-starved pirates.

“I’ll do as you say,” you promise under your breath, bringing a large smile to the pirate captain’s face.

“I have no doubt,” she responds, “You’ve done as I’ve ordered so far so I don’t see why you can’t be free to move around the ship. Just make sure that you’re ready to perform tomorrow.”

“You may leave,” she adds, but you sense there is a bit of **** in her tone.