Randy seizes his prize

Randy hesitated only for a second before deciding on his course of action. He had taken a path of vengeance and the perfect target had finally presented itself before him. Taking his neckcloth from under his shirt He tied a knot in the middle of the cloth. One of the many things he learnt during the two year whaling cruise was how to recruit new seamen to replace the men who died during the voyage. Hanging around bars late at night he became quite proficient at gagging and binding men, and walking them back to his ship just before the morning tide.

Randy closed on Charlotte swiftly pulling the reins from her hands and spinning her slender body back to his. With a yelp of surprise she turned right into the chest of the blond stranger prepared to chastise his rudeness. His behavior had become intolerable, and she wondered how she ever found the man at all atractive. As her mouth opened a ball of rags was **** between her white teeth. Swinging her whip out of instinct she landed a blow across the square chin of her assailant and a red welt appeared on his cheek that had a day’s worth of stubble. The same stubble that had so recently scraped across her smooth breast causing her to moan with desire. When he kissed her she thought his eyes were as blue as the summer sky, but now his blue eyes had the grey hardness of steel and his hands were as strong as a blacksmith's.

“I’ll take that my lady” the man said twisting her crop from her hand as easily as if she were a child “before you do me any more harm.” The cloth that gagged her completely encircled her head and he held the ends tightly together behind her ears with just one hand. His other hand gripped her wrist with a strength that she had never in her life felt.

“Pick up your boots, lass” He said releasing her wrist but wrapping his tan arm around her waist and bending her over as if she were a child’s doll. Her hands were just inches from the blue leather boots but instead of picking them up she folded her arms in defiance. In her current position she could feel the strength of his arm around her waist and the hardness of his hips where their bodies met, but she refused to be ordered about like a servant.

“OK” He laughed, but this will be a long hard walk on those pretty little feet of yours, and I don’t think those scraps of silk will do much to protect them. His arrogance and irreverence were infuriating, but Charlotte knew that if she had any chance to escape from this roughian she would need boots on her feet. Picking up the boots she relaxed her body and let herself be lowered to the ground so she could put on her boots. I took awhile for her to get her boots on, her servants would normally do that but after a brief struggle she pulled them back onto her feet and tied the laces so they would not drag on the ground. She tried several times to speak, but the hard knot of cloth in her mouth made her attempts futile.

In the distance she heard the sound of the hunt returning. No doubt by now they had noticed her abscence and they would be looking for her. But bound and gagged as she was she was completely and totally helpless, for now she would just have to wait and see what his intentions were.