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Old 04-14-2007, 03:48 PM
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Captive Desire

Prologue

June 1875

A tall, lean shadowy figure slipped from the upstairs window of the large Victorian house. It then slipped across the lawn and down the street. The full moon gave the person just enough light to avoid objects in their way. The wealthy aristocratic homes were quiet at this late hour and fifteen year old Johanna Clayton was able to leave her childhood home undetected. Reaching the docks, she waited patiently for the ships to arrive.

Johanna had been planning this night for several months now. Ever since her mother, Maria, had taken ill. It had been her mother who had obtained the male clothing that she needed to make the escape. Even before her death, her mother had seen the way her husband looked at her daughter. And now that Maria was gone, Johanna had no other choice but to find her real father, Captain John Clayton.

Johanna's father had visited her several times through out the years, but he had been introduced as her uncle; her mother's brother. It had only been on Maria's death bed had she told her daughter the truth about her real father and the piracy life that he led. She didn't know how she would find him, but she had too.

It must have been fate, but the very first ship that docked that morning was her fathers. Recogninzing him immediately, Johanna ran for her father and told him about her mother's death and why she was dressed as boy. Captain John Clayton, better known as Savage John, and captain of The Bloody Brow held his daughter closely to him and vowed to keep her safe.

For five years, Johanna sailed with her father. She understood why he led the life he did. It was an exciting life and she was having so much fun. She had made several friends in this new life of hers; the best one being that of Red, a lady pirate that shared the same island as her father and four other captains. Red had obviously gotten her name from her flaming red hair that always looked disheveled. But there was one pirate that scared her terribly, yet left her longing to know him better and that was Captain James Roberts, better known as Bloody Roberts.

Captain Roberts had a reputation of leaving his opponents bloody and seriously wounded after his one on one battles with them. Yet when he was on the island, he was nothing but a pure gentleman with Johanna. She knew that most of it was because she was the daughter of a fellow pirating captain and in their circle that commanded respect. Yet as she grew older, she began to see a desire in his eyes that was only there when she was near him. She too felt a burning desire for him and worried terribly when he was away, but more for her own virtue. She knew that if he were too make advances on her, she would never be able to resist him

It had been at the lastest gathering they had held when Captain Roberts had confessed to Johanna the things that she already knew that he wanted to do to her. She had been in total shock when he asked her father for permission to spend time alone with her. John Clayton refused, saying that "Johanna will marry someone respectable and not a pirate". James had taken quite an offense to this and was more determine than every to have her; not only in his bed for one night, but for the rest of his life. As they dance a slow dance together in front of her father, he held her tightly to him. His manhood harden against her as he told her that one day he would have her. Johanna replied, "The only way you will ever be able to have me is to take me captive and sail us away from my father. Then... and then, will you be able to have me."

Part One

June 1880

Captain James Roberts leaned over his desk in the captain's quarters of his ship The Crusty Pearl, planning the course his ship would take. His well muscled body was turned to the sleeping Johanna in the corner of the room. Her right foot was shackled, with a five foot chain attached to the wall. It had been her own words that had given him the idea to take her and make her his captive. She had put up a good struggle when she had found him in her bedroom. She of course had drugged with a potion and then passed out. It had been nearly a whole day since they had set sail and she was still passed out on the floor of his quarters.

James had told his first mate to sail past the first two ports and then stop at the thrid. He had made sure the ship had enough provisions to make the lengthy voyage before stopping again. By then, the search for Johanaa would be well underway and he would have a huge head start on them. He was taking her to an uncharted island that he had made a home on. None of the other captains on the island knew that he had been fixing it as his home port. It would be there that he could live with, and bed, Johanna whenever his wished.

A squawk from his parrot, Miss Polly, and her saying, "The wench is awake. The wench is awake." and then another squawk made James turn around. He smiled at his captive. "Good morning, Johanna," he said. She scowled at him. Damn was she beautiful. Her wavy blond hair hung down mid-way of her back. Her sea blue eyes glared at him. Her ample breasts shown through the white shirt she wore. The male britches she wore hugged snuggly to her well rounded ass. He leaned back onto his desk as she stood to her full heigth of five foot ten, making her only inches shorter than he. It had been her heigth that had first made him notice her. And then the other features had held his attention. He felt hisself stirring as he looked at her.

Johanna's arms crossed over her breasts as she stared at her captor. He was at least six foot one, just inches taller than her, with shoulder length, curly brown/black hair. His eyes were dark, dark brown; so dark that they looked almost black. His face was shaven, except for his mustache, the goatee, and the small line connecting the two on either side of his mouth. His shoulders and chest were wide and broad. His waist tappered off, but only some. His arms were well muscled from years of captaining his own ship. His shirt was open half way down and showed the thick dark curls covering his chest. Her eyes took in all of him as her femaleness began to remind her that she was indeed female. He was truly the perfect specimen of man.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Captain Roberts? My father will hunt you down for this." Johanna was furious. She had forgotten what she had told him the night before.

"Oh, but Johanna," James said, approaching her, "it was you that gave me the idea."

"Me," she gasped, "how did I do that?"

"Let me see. I believe your exact words were 'The only way you will ever be able to have me is to take me captive and sail us away for my father. Then... and only then, will you be able to have me.' Was that not your exact words wench."

Johanna shuddered as her words were repeated back to her exactly as she had said them. She drew in a deep breath as he wrapped his arm around her waist. She exhaled as he ran his fingers through her hair as he pulled her closer still to him. She then held it as his lips grazed hers. Her knees went weak and she was glad that he held her so tightly. She smelled his masculan scent and wanted only to breathe in more of him. Unaware of her own desire for him, she pushed her virginal womanhood closer to him. Their tongues mated as their desire heated his quarters. She caught her breathe as James stood up. She felt her body sway as released his grip some.

"If I remove the shackle, do you agree to do as you promised?"

James' voice was now husky with desire and Johanna could not refuse him, nor did she want too. She eagerly shook her head "yes" as his lips lightly touch the curved in her neck where it meet her shoulder. "Oh damn," she thought, "why did I agree to let him bed me?" She wanted to scream "no", but her mouth refused to speak. Her body wanted it wether her mind did or not, and at the moment, her body was winning.

James removed the shackle from Johanna's ankle. He moved his hands up her legs and over her ass. His fingers hooked the bottom of her shirt. Eagerly, he removed it, revealing a silk chemisel that matched her eyes perfectly. It too came off and he stared at her perfect breasts. His hands rubbed them, causing her to moan. He then slid them down her sides and removed the britches she wore. "MMM," he groaned when he discovered the blond hair between her legs. "Damn wench," he said as he stepped back to take all of her in, "your absolutely beautiful." He liked the way she blushed from his compliment.

James picked Johanna up in his arms and carried her naked body to his waiting bed. It was the very bed that he had dreamt so many times of making love to her in. She laid there contently as he removed his own clothing. Again she blushed when she saw his fully erected manhood. He knew that he was the first naked man she had seen and he was reveling in the knowledge. Laying himself next to her, she gently kissed her while his hand toy with her nipples, bringing them to harden peaks. Her moans filled his ears as his hand glided down her flat stomach and to the warmth of her womanhood. His finger found the spot it was searching for and lightly began to rub. "James," she gasped.

James kissed his way down her throat and to her breasts, taking each one into his mouth. He loved the way her fingers ran through his hair, pulling his face closer to female warmth. His tongue flicked at her swollen clit, causing her to gasp and then breathlessly say his name. He tasted her sweetness as if flowed from her. Damn. Not only was her beauty intoxicating, but her juices were as well. Three times he tasted her sweetness on his tongue. Her body arched each time she came, bringing her womanness closer to him.

Johanna's eyes widen when she heard the knock on the door. James' face was still between her legs, but she knew his teeth were clenched when he gowled, "What". The voice on the other side of the door said, "You wanted to know when we pasted the first port, Captain." "Thank you," he again growled, this time sitting up and looking over his shoulder at the door. "I'm busy in here and don't wish to be disturbed. Only knock on that door if the ship is on fire, sinking, hit bad weather, or is under attack. Got it?" "Yes sir," the voice quivered. "Now get lost," he shouted.

This had been the distraction that Johanna had needed to bring her back to her senses. While he was distracted, she sat up and closed her legs tightly together before covering her breasts with her hands. She watched as James looked back down to where her womanhood had been. Looking up at her, he snarled, "It's too late wench. You've come this far in letting me have you and now we're gonna finish what we've started."

Before Johanna knew what was happening, he grabbed her ankles and pull her back to him. He pinned her arms to the bed on either side of her head. His knee parted her legs. He now laid between them, his manhood grazed her opening. "You promised," he snarled, "and I'm going to hold you to it." "James," she gasped as he pushed into her. "Ow," she gasped as he pulled back. "Oh," she cried as he again pushed in her. She felt him ripping her apart inside. And then, like a battering ram pushing through a bolted door, she felt her innocence leave her as he pushed hard one more time before coming to rest on her.

Johanna gasped as James moved in her. She felt herself relax as pleasure replaced the pain. She moaned as he introduced her to experiences that she never knew before. He released her hands and she ran her fingers through his hair. She called his name over and over. She again felt herself release, just as he called her name. She smiled as he kissed her forehead and they both caught their breathe. For a long time, he laid next to her before falling asleep.
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