Pirates, thieves and stowaways part 2&3

Chapters 2&3 ( soft core, nsfw, pirate themed erotic fiction) ( TW slave labor, flogging , public exposure)

Chapter2: Belly of the beast

He woke up dizzy to a wash from a putrid bucket of bilge water and a yell for all galley boys to man there stations by four bells. He got to his feet and started to walk towards the crowd of gathering youth. A barrel chested man stood in a small doorway and the boys lined up to be assigned duties for the day. He thought he would stay to the back and hopefully know one would notice him evade his new job.

He never really felt like a “ team player.” He never had much respect for a work ethic but he tried to do what was right… ish he may be a thief but he’s never killed anyone. “ hey you new blood what you waiting for? Step up or I’ll have you for insubordination. he took a step forward and almost fell over as the ship shifted. He then realized he was in the belly of a ship.
“ ha he ain’t got his see legs let him rot down here and tar up all the leaks. Hahahaha.” He bellowed as he closed the door and locked it behind him.

The darkness encompassed Dunkin. The small lantern made from a candle lighting a small glass orb in a net of thick twine. Dunkin’s shadow was cast across the timbers and rafters. Making the small cabin seem even more claustrophobic. His stomach felt like it was going to climb out of his mouth.

Eventually he found his stomach and began to investigate his surroundings he found a empty bucket a brush and a mallet next to a sack of cedar wedges.
Hung from pegs on the main mast just above them was a small hatch. With a small rope hanging through a small hole in the ceiling “ ring 4 tar “ was carved into the wood next to the rope. “ well this is some both handy and horrible he pulled the rope and a brassy ring sounded from above. The small hatch opened and hot steaming tar poured into the bucket below.

He shrugged and started to follow the sound of running water. He found a small leak and smeared on a brush full of tar and carried on. soon he found himself propelled by spite for his captures. “ if they think they can leave me to drown in this death trap? Well then I’ll keep it from sinking at all.” He found himself working at a clip and taking pride in his work.
At the end of the day the other galley boys returned and most of them seemed tired and others bore fresh gashes across there backs. One was missing an ear lobe apparently he said he didn’t hear an order from an officer.

He suddenly found himself lucky to be locked in the bilge of this cruel ship and not facing the wrath of his captures.
He walked up to a boy near him and asked what ship he was on. the other lad looked him over and chuckled softly to himself.
“ you’re on the I.N.S Owlbear . And we’re on a hunt for the pirate gang known as the albatross fleet. I guess that explains why they grabbed up new galley boys .”
Dunkin looked blankly at the boy in disbelief.

He had heard about the cruelty of the navy ships while living on the streets of Bleak water but he never thought he would ever be one of those poor lads. “ what about my things?” Dunkin asked “ well your clothes were probably divided amongst the sailors who grabbed you up. but anything valuable woulda been confiscated and under lock and key.”
Dunkin cursed his luck and let the boy find a place to rest. As he searched for a suitable place to bed down for the night.

Chapter 3: The lash and the stowaway

The morning came quickly and at three bells he awoke and filed in line with the other boys. still he tried staying towards the back hopping to have the same duties as the day before. Unfortunately the barrel chested man saw him and grabbed him by the arm. “You ain’t getting away from your duties twice. now go over there and get fitted for your new uniform. You’ll be working under the bosons mate. aiding him in repairs. “

Dunkin was fitted with a new yellow jacket with red trim and a red cap. And then he was ushered to a man inside a tool cabinet grabbing a couple hundred yards of line, and a bucket of linseed oil
The boson looked Dunkin over and said in a low gruff voice “ follow me and keep up. if you do well you’ll eat well tonight.”
The boson handed him a marlin spike and a short claw shaped knife. Then scurried up the ratlines as fast as a squirrel would a tree. Dunkin did his best to keep up but found himself sickened by the swaying and shifting of the ship on the rough grey sea.

After a few hours the boson sauntered across a boom over to Dunkin and tossed him a piece of hard tak. “Eat then get back to work.” He ate as fast as he could trying desperately to swallow the flavorless biscuit. As he hurried through his meal he dropped a length off rope he was replacing and it landed squarely on the lap of an officer crashing the mans plate onto the deck and all over his uniform. The man roared with rage and called for the man responsible to step forth for a lashing. The boson scrambled to Seize Dunkin who desperately wanted to escape his new bosses wrath.

Back on the deck for the first time Since he started work that day and he was push down on his knees and held down buy a large half orc in a crewmen’s uniform. The scorned officer walked up as he scrubbed the pea stew off his fine officer’s jacket. Under his arm was a leather bread that split into a dozen knotted cords.

Dunkin was held in position as the officer read out his verdict “ for the crime of defacing imperial property, assault of an officer of the imperial navy and criminal negligence while in the line of duty. you will face 15 lashes from the cat of nine tails. five for each offense. Prepare the offender for disciplinary action.” The half orc and an the boson held Dunkin down as the officer delivered each strike with increasing intensity. After his punishment was complete he was scolded for ruining his new uniform.

That night in the bilge he hardly slept as he feared the rats and there interest in his fresh wounds. He fought off a rat more than once that night and out of necessity he banded with two other wounded boys to defend each other from the hungry and persistent rodent population. The morning came slowly. once again he filed in with the other lads and waited for his assignment.

After a while the days began to blur together. he could go at most four days without reprimand. Soon he found himself searching for any information he could about the going’s on aboard the ship that was his new home for the time being. He kept his ears and eyes open for anything about his key.

One day about a fortnight into the voyage he was on kitchen duty and was sent to fetch a peck of apples from the hold. While he was searching for the proper barrel he heard the sound of chewing from the far back corner of the hold. He grabbed his marlin spike and moved into the darkness “ Ello ? Som’un back ther? It be a crime to steal rations.”
The chewing stopped as Dunkin advanced. He saw a stained white sleeve barley poking out from around a barrel. He saw that the top was off and a long curly auburn tuft of hair was pouring into the open barrel.

“ come out now yew I have a pistol.” He lied “ and I’ll use it ye .. yew stowaway.” He tried his best to sound large and gruff.
A freckled forehead and a pair of large grey eyes peered over the top of the barrel.
“ yew? ! “ the stowaway exclaimed
“Finally! I’ve been looking for ye. Now Where is my bloody key ? You shark.”

Dunkin stood there in bewilderment. “ how in all oblivion did ye’ get ‘ere? We’re at sea ! And Ave done for a good week! “
“ actually we’ve been out here for a solid fortnight.” she interrupted. “ that’s not the point! How are yew ‘ere?”
“ well isn’t it obvious? “ she replied with frustration
“ I jumped aboard after I followed you to the ship.” She smiled proud of herself.
“ whot? Did you fail to notice the big angry sailors dragging me body through the muck ? “ Dunkin fumed
“oh well yeah I thought they were your friends.” She said facetiously.
“ who are you? … I mean you’re certainly the most clever or stupid wench i ever met.”
“ the name is Klair.”

“Oi galley boy!” A angry voice came from the direction of the galley behind Dunkin. “where are them apples? step too boy or it’s the lash for ya.”
Dunkin’s mood sank as he stepped forward. Klair moved back just enough to let Dunkin at the apples in the barrel that she had been raiding. He grabbed up a arm full of the red fruit and as he counted out a dozen he noticed her dress was torn up to just under her corset and torn in a way that exposed her right breast.
she held the fraying fabric over herself as best she could but failed to cover much and seemed very cold and wet.

“Stay out of sight and meet me here tomorrow. I gotta be back to work now .”
He went back to galley with his apples. As she sat there alone again in the damp hold of the OwlBear. Klair let lose her tattered dress and her Shapley freckled body became exposed. “This is troublesome, if anyone where to discover me the consequences would be beyond frightening.” She thought to her self.
She started to rummage through the cargo around her in search for clothing, linen fabric, sailcloth! anything would do.
She found a chest with an inscription that read property of the INS OwlBear. inside were three dozen white linen shirts all one size. men’s large.

Luckily she was a bit on the small side. She pealed off the rags she was wearing and slipped into the over sized shirt and bound her corset over it forcing it to appear like it was a dress that went down to just over her knees. She realized that she had no undergarments, so she would have to be extra careful. Vermin and the like. The prospect of rats made her very uncomfortable but she found herself in a situation where they seemed inevitable.

The night came and went quickly and they meet again in the hold next to the apples. Dunkin was carrying a pair of trousers and a jacket he also had a few lengths of gauss and a red cap.
“ here get dressed.” He threw the clothes at her.
“I don’t have a shirt so you’ll have to make do with a jacket. It might be small around the chest so I nicked some gauss to rap down your… “ he stammered. “ my tits” Klair smiled as she stepped forward in her new shirt turned dress.
“ so how do I look? Ignore all the grim, I did what I could.”

Dunkin stood frozen and aroused. he suddenly remembered their first night together, and the thrill of seeing her nude.
“Ye look great … “ he snapped to and remembered. “But ye gotta look like a lad so no one notices ye.” She looked at him frustrated and disappointed she in buttoned her corset and let in drop to the deck. She slid her legs into her new trousers. And shimmied them up briefly exposing her lower half to the lad i front of her. She could tell he was smitten with her. But wasn’t sure what to do about it yet.

Now with something covering her nethers , she pulled off her top and her curvaceous breast fell lightly against her torso. She held out a role of gauss. “ can yew help rap these up ?” Her nipples were pronounced and erect as her skin reacted to the cold stale air. “ sure .” He took the role and placed the end of it lightly against her breast. “ more firmly then that or it will never hold. “ she chuckled
Dunkin blushed as he squeezed her breast more firmly and rapped her chest.

His trousers grew tight as he helped her bind her chest. He tried to hide his erection as best he could in the folds of his trousers. Klair pulled her shirt back over her soft skin. And tucked it into her new trousers.
She pulled on the yellow jacket let her frizzy red hair spill over the collar, and halfway down her back and chest.
She ripped a strand off her tattered dress. She started to tie her hair up and she shoved as much of it a she could in the sailors cap.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qpi4n7/pirates_thieves_and_stowaways_part_23