She is going to have to bide her time.

About thirty minutes later Dragon was relieved to see his ship. By the looks of things most of his crew were back from their foraging trip. A few heads turned his way as he drew near, one shouted, What have you there Captain?

When Airlia heard the shout she started kicking her legs trying to get the cloth off her mouth. Drakon slapped her butt and ordered, “Stop that or I will give you the spanking of your life!”

He was in no mood for anymore of her antics, his groin was probably going to ache for the rest of the day. He ground his teeth, his plan to have her wasn't going to happen as he had wanted. She didn't stop the kicking or struggling.

As he walked over the gangplank, he pulled her skirt up enough to expose her derriere. He sat down on the nearest pile of rope and proceeded to spank her bottom red. All the men stood around enjoying the view and laughing amongst themselves. All Airlia could do was wiggle around and try to scream though the ball of material stuffed in her mouth. After awhile her struggles weakened as did her screams. They ended finally in muffled moans and tears.

When he was done, he sat her up on his lap and handed her to the nearest man, “Here Amos, take her to my cabin and lock her in. And if you know what's good for you, keep your hands to yourself! I mean it.” The man was an ordinary seaman he had picked up in his travels.

He watched Amos throw the girl over his shoulder and head for the ladder leading to the lower deck. Straightening up he looked at his grinning men raising any eyebrow, “Now that the entertainment is over, lets get ready to sail out of this region. I am sure there will be men coming after us when they realize the girl is gone. So get to it men!”

The ship called the "Petrel" wasn't huge, but it was sleek and fast when needed. Drakon had been able to half purchase , half win it in a card game. It was crafted from the finest wood, and able so far to withstand most storms. There was a central mast for the sail and if needed oars for when there was no breeze on the sea. There was a dozen crew including Drakon and his first mate Nikos. Six were hired seamen and the other four like Drakon, men from well to do families that wanted adventure as well as to make their own way in life.

Drakon stood by the steering ore as he watched his men. A few went to work getting the sails ready, while others stowed the food and other gear they had taken from the locals around the town. They had been generally lucky this time, there were baskets of fruit, cheese, bread, and vegetables. There was also a few crates of live poultry and well as some butchered meat. One man was even able to pilfer a half dozen bottles of wine. Some tools and ropes that were found would surely come in handy sooner or later. All in all Drakon approved of the haul his men had made, Nikos came over to take the ore as the ship began to move through the waters.

Drakon didn't see Amos on deck and wondered what was taking so long. Suddenly there was a crash from below deck. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked towards the hatch. Drakon marched towards the hatch shouting, “Get back to work!” When he reached the opening he looked down. There was just enough light to see that Amos was getting up off the floor. He grunted as he pushed himself off the wall where he had apparently crashed. He looked up at his Captain and said,

“That is one wild woman you found, and I didn't do anything to her!” He gulped once and quickly climbed the ladder glad to be on deck once more. Without any prompting he went to work on the rigging.

As it happened he had done enough to provoke Airlia into well ...leaving her alone. As soon as he had started climbing down the ladder to the lower lever of the ship he couldn't help but give her bottom a pat and then a rub. Airlia had been quiet as she was handed over Amos. She figured she better save her what was left of her strength, she might need it later on. She still couldn't believe the way that horrid man had subjected her to such public humiliation. And he hurt her too, she had never got a spanking in her entire life! Oh, but she was going to make him pay for what he put her through, she swore by the gods that she would if it was the last thing she ever did!

Amos continued to rub the docile girl's bottom as he stepped off the ladder and headed for the Captain's quarters. The cabin was small but private, the cot was nailed to the floor for such times as storms. There was a chest on one side of the cot and a small table and chair on the other. That was all the room could hold. The only light besides the doorway came from a small port hole above the cot.

In a few short strides Amos came to a stop at the foot of the small bed. He didn't see any harm if he touched the girl some more. Who would know? The short bulky man grinned as he swung her around so she landed on her back with a small thud. It was a rather hard lumpy cot.

He pushed her knees apart and leaned down, going for her pretty breasts. With fire in her green eyes Airlia swiftly brought her legs up and onto his broad chest. With all the strength left in her she shoved hard. He went flying backwards crashing through the partly closed cabin door across the small hall and into the wall. All movements above stopped for a few seconds until a voice shouted, “Get back to work!”

The girl knew she had only a few moments to try and get the awful gag out of her mouth. But first she had to loosen the cloth binding it. It wasn't easy to pull at the cloth with her wrists bound so tightly together. It was slowly loosening when she heard Amos groan as he got up and cry “That is one wild woman you found, and I didn't do anything to her!” Her fingers stopped for a moment as she heard him scramble up the ladder. Then she hastily continued to pull at the cloth. It was finally loose enough for her to pull it down over her chin and spit out the ball of material.

That is when she saw a big shadow cast over the doorway. She looked over and moved as far up the bed as she could. Making her body as small as was possible. Airlia licked her dry lips as she watched Drakon walk into the cabin.

Even though Airlia was trembling inside, that was the last thing she wanted him to know. Breathing heavily she bravely announced, “You lay another hand on me and I will kill you!”

Drakon stopped and raised an eyebrow, “Really? You are going to kill me? That is interesting, I know you would like to kill me, but the thing is....how would you manage such a feat?” He thought for a moment as she watched him. “One thing I do know, your not the typical crying female, so I am sorry to say I have to take measures so you don't get yourself into more trouble. My men haven't had any women for some weeks now and I sure you don't want to accidentally come into contact with any of them.” The girl kept silent waiting to see where this was going.

As he had been explaining things to Airlia, Drakon had gone over to the chest he kept to the right side of his bed. Lifting the lid, he reached inside and pulled out a pair of manacles with a short chain attached to it. Her eyes widened in horror as she whispered, “No...no I swear I will do as you say, I'll be good I promise I will.... just don't chain me!”

Drakon frowned sadly as he came close. “You know I can't take your word on that.” Airlia started to fight him now. Legs, arms, teeth, anything she could use she did it now. He ended up pushing her back and straddling her. She had a hard time breathing with his full weight on her stomach and ribs. He placed the cuffs on her wrists and clipped the chain onto a ring attached to the wall at the head of the bed. Once it was done he got off and looked at the crying girl.

He turned to leave but stopped at the doorway to say, “Just so you know, I don't usually have to chain my women to my bed, you are an exception. She stared at his back as he closed and locked the door behind him.