Saint Turned Sinner

Saint Turned Sinner

A/N: Just a short story with a lemon between Jack Sparrow and a character I made up. I do not own the characters of POTC but I do own the character that I made up for this story. Read and review please!

Her heart was beating in her ears loudly as she ran through the crowded streets of the rough and sometimes very unkind port of Tortuga. Clutching the black velvet bag that was filled quite full with gold and silver coins tightly to her chest as she ran desperately trying to get away from the four British soldiers that were chasing after her. Perhaps stealing from the soldiers of the Royal Navy had not been the brightest idea she had ever had. However it was too late to rethink things now that she had already swiped the coin bag of the soldier that she had been standing the closest to in the market. His voice rang out through the crowded streets of the market. “Stop thief! Stop now or I’ll shoot!”

She pushed her legs even harder making her muscles burn even more as she tried to escape the angry men that chased after her like a pack of wild dogs. Her ears picked up the unmistakable sound of pistols being cocked and made ready to fire at her back. “I said stop or I’ll shoot! It matters not that you are a woman! You took my money and that makes you a thief! Stop now wench and surrender and I just might show you mercy!” Glancing back over her shoulder she narrowed her stormy gray eyes at him. Just who the hell was he calling a wench? Being called a thief she could handle because that was obviously true since she had stolen his money. But she was no wench, not in the least. Looking ahead she grinned as she saw the pier and ran toward it with all the strength she had.

Loud shots rang out behind her as the soldiers fired their pistols at her just narrowly missing her. Thank god that they obviously couldn’t run and take aim at the same time. She ran down the old and somewhat rickety pier until she came to the end of it and saw a large ship with tattered looking black sails just starting to leave the harbor. Without hesitation she jumped into the water not caring that her plain and very worn cream colored taffeta dress got completely drenched in the process. Swimming feverishly she easily reached the side of the ship and grabbed onto the side of it pulling herself up and out of the cold ocean water. Still clutching the soldier’s coin bag she had stolen in one hand she carefully began the difficult task of climbing up the side of the ship to what she thought was safety.

The young woman had just about reached the ship’s railing through the small storm of bullets that the soldiers had been sending towards her when two strong and very rough arms pulled her onto the ship’s deck. She struggled with her captor but it was to no avail because he easily overpowered her. “Jus’ quit yer squirmin’ girl!” His voice was quite rough and she couldn’t tell if he was a friend or perhaps another enemy. Looking up at the man who held her she could see that he wasn’t much older than she was. Maybe about twenty five or so with sandy brown hair that was quite unruly and light green eyes. “Jus’ what in the seven seas are ye doin’ sneakin’ aboard the Pearl missy?”

“I-I didn’t mean any harm.” She had a quite thick and very noticeable Russian accent when she spoke so it was clear that she wasn’t familiar with these waters. “I had to run away. Those men were going to shoot me.”

“What men?”

“Those men in the funny red coats.” His eyes grew wide as he realized that she was talking about soldiers from the British Royal Navy.

“Aww bloody hell! Now ye’ve done us all in!”

“Is there problem mister?” He scowled at her as he tried to understand her. Her heavy Russian accent made it very difficult to understand what she was saying. Seeing that he didn’t understand what she had said she tried again. “How you say….what is problem?”

“The problem is that now ye got the Royal Navy after us! This be a pirate ship missy an’ we don’t need no more trouble!” He glared down at the small young woman taking notice that she couldn’t be more than five feet tall at the very best. She had fiery red hair that fell to her waist and the most piercing gray eyes that he had ever seen. Yes she was indeed quite the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. But that was beside the point, she had after all stowed away aboard the Pearl and he was sure the Royal Navy would be on the lookout for them now because of her. “C’mon yer goin’ to have a nice little chat with the captain.”

She gave a small whimper and tried to escape his grasp by kicking him in the shin hard. Giving a sharp growl he let go of her to rub his wounded leg and gave a curse as she quickly tried to run away from him. He shouted out to a couple of other men that were on deck. “Milton, John, Gibbs quick! Grab that little wench!” The men quickly took chase after the red haired young woman but soon found that she had nowhere to run when she came to the end of the ship’s deck. Catching up to the troublesome girl Gibbs, Milton, John and Ben cornered her like a wild animal they were about to kill. She cowered down to the ship’s deck on her knees and buried her head in her lap.

Ben instructed John and Milton to make her stand up and they easily hauled the young lass to her bare feet. “Alright missy, now ye gone an’ pissed me right off ye did! Gimme that bag!” He snatched the black velvet coin bag from her hands eliciting a shrill cry of protest from her.

“No! That’s not yours! Give it back!”

“Well it ain’t yers neither wench!”

Gibbs stepped in to interrupt Ben and the young woman’s squabbling. “What ye think we should do with her Ben?”

“She’s a real pain in the arse she is Gibbs, I think we should make her walk the plank!” John and Milton cheered their approval of watching her walk the plank.

“The plank Ben?”

“Aye the plank Gibbs! John get some rope an’ tie that little wench’s hands behind her back nice an’ tight.”

“Aye aye Ben.” He quickly ran off to fetch the rope that Ben had asked for while Milton held the young girl tightly so that she couldn’t run away again.

“Gibbs if ye would be so kind as t’ get the plank ready fer our troublesome little guest?”

“Aye.” Gibbs walked over to the side of the ship and extended the long and wide board that served as the ship’s plank out over the edge. He skillfully secured it with the rope and some tight knots so that the plank would be steady enough for her to walk down. John returned with the rope and quickly set to the task of tying her hands behind her back and securing the coarse rope with a very tight knot around her slender wrists.

“Now t’ the plank with ye!” Ben grabbed the red haired young maiden by the hair and started dragging her behind him towards the plank. She tried to put up the best struggle she could but it was of no use. The men easily maneuvered her up and onto the plank. Ben stepped up onto the plank behind her with his pistol now drawn. “Now start marchin’ missy!”

“Please no!” He jabbed the pistol into the middle of her back roughly making her take a couple of steps towards the end of the plank. They were nearly to the end of the plank and Ben was just about to shove her off the end of it when a loud and rather arrogant sounding voice bellowed out across the deck.

“Stop right there Benjamin! What have ye got there eh?”

“Nothin’ t’ concern yerself with captain. Jus’ a troublesome little problem that needs takin’ care of.”

Jack swaggered over to where John, Milton and Gibbs had congregated to watch Ben push their fiery haired prisoner off the plank. He looked around past Ben and saw the red haired young woman standing nervously at the edge of the plank. She was absolutely stunning and as captain of the ship he decided it was in his best interest that she didn’t walk the plank. Seeing a lovely young lass like herself end up as bait for the sharks seemed like such a waste of such delectable flesh.

“Bring her t’ me Benjamin.”

“But captain-

“I said bring her t’ me! That’s not a request mate.”

“Aye aye captain.” Ben took her by the arm and led her back down the plank and onto the ship’s deck back to what she thought was safety. “Anything else captain?”

“Yes put the plank away. We won’t be needin’ it fer now.”

“Aye captain.” The men did as Jack ordered and then went about their duties on deck. Gibbs was the only one to stay by Jack’s side. Remembering the black velvet coin bag that Ben had given him to hold he spoke up.

“She was carryin’ this Jack.” He handed the bag to Jack and cast a glance at the young girl briefly.

“Ah feels heavy, must have quite a bit of loot in it.”

“Aye, it was stolen from a soldier in the Royal Navy.”

“I see. So what’s her name?”

“We uh didn’t get so far as t’ ask her captain.”

“Gibbs, ye were going t’ make her walk the plank without even askin’ fer her name? Where’s yer manners mate?”

“Sorry captain.”

“Alright love, what’s yer name?” She stared up at him with a confused look on her pretty face. “Yer name love…it’s what people call ye. Go on now, out with it.”

She suddenly seemed to understand what it was that Jack was asking her so she smiled before replying. “My name is Irina Maskaev.”

“Irina Maskaev? Russian eh?” Irina suddenly yanked herself from Jack’s grasp and glared up at him her gray eyes flashing with anger. She spat out a slew of what could only be curse words in a language that sounded Russian to him. “Calm down love, ye didn’t have t’ curse me all t’ hell.”

“Not Russian!”

“Okay so yer not Russian. Then jus’ where be ye from love?”

She furrowed her brow as she tried to answer him as best she could. “Chervlennaya, Chechnya, my country. Chervlennaya, Chechnya.”

“Oh. Right.” Jack stared at Gibbs with wide confused looking brown eyes. He leaned over and whispered to his first mate so that Irina couldn’t hear him. “Jus’ what the bloody hell is she sayin’?”

“It sounds t’ me like she’s sayin’ she’s from Chechnya captain.”

“Chechnya of course! Where the hell is Chechnya?”

“It borders Russia captain.”

“Oh right, I knew that.” Jack turned back to Irina and flashed her a large toothy grin. “So yer from Chechnya eh?”

“Yes, Chechnya.”

“Well that’s almost like bein’ Russian ain’t it?”

She glared up at him again. “No not like being Russian! I’m Chechen!”

“Right. Well now that that’s all sorted out why don’t ye tell me what yer doin’ on me ship?”

“My hands?”

“Yes ye have two of them, they’re quite lovely. What about them love?”

“You can take off the rope now yes?”

“Oh the rope, right. Gibbs remove the rope.”

‘Aye captain.” Gibbs untied the rope and Irina immediately rubbed her wrists where the tight and very coarse rope had been rubbing against her skin. Gibbs quickly left Jack and Irina alone to search for something else that needed to be tended to aboard the Pearl.

“Name?” Jack squinted at her curiously. “No….um what name is yours?”

“Oh ye want t’ know my name eh?”

“Yes, your name.”

“The name’s Captain Jack Sparrow love.”

“Jack Sparrow.”

“No no Captain Jack Sparrow darling.”

“Captain Jack Sparrow.” He grinned at her and she grinned back up at him. She noticed that he was much taller than her with long thick coffee bean brown hair that had a rather dirty red scarf tied in it and some beads and gold coins woven into a few strands of his hair. He wore a dirty white taffeta shirt that had quite a few buttons undone on it so that much of his bronzed muscular chest was visible to her. His breeches where black to match his boots and there was a sword and a pistol fastened to his belt. Jack looked down at the small red haired woman next to him and took her in. Her long red hair fell in loose curls to her waist and she had the most incredible gray eyes. They were like the sea on a stormy day. Her skin was a flawless shade of alabaster and from the thin very worn cream taffeta dress she wore he could easily see the curves of her body.

“Let’s go someplace more quiet eh?” She nodded and allowed Jack to guide her into his captain’s quarters. “So Irina, let’s jus’ have a little looksy t’ see what ye stole.” She watched as he opened the black velvet coin bag and poured it’s contents out onto the round table in the room. Many gold and silver coins spilled out onto the table as did another smaller purple velvet bag. This could be bad. Purple usually meant to signify something that belonged to someone of royalty.

Carefully opening the smaller purple bag his suspicions were confirmed when he pulled out a few small diamonds and then a much larger blue diamond. “Oh bugger, not good.”

“Is there problem Captain?”

“Aye an’ it’s a bloody huge problem love.”

“What is problem?”

“These diamonds are the problem love. Ye see these initials on the bottom of this bag?” She nodded at him. “Well that’s the King of France’s initials. These diamonds were a gift t’ the Princess of England who jus’ so happens t’ be stayin’ at her palace in Port Royal. Now ye can bet that the Princess will be sending out her Royal Navy t’ fetch back her diamonds from her dear old hubby t’ be the King of France.”

“This is trouble yes?”

“Yes love, big trouble. The kind that Captain Jack Sparrow doesn’t need. Yer turnin’ out t’ be a hell of a lot more trouble than I expected.”

“I don’t mean any trouble for you. You want for me to go now?” Jack grabbed Irina by the shoulders tightly.

“Oh no ye don’t, yer not goin’ anywhere!”

“Ow Jack, you hurt me! Let go!”

“Oh I’ll let ye go alright, once I get ye good an’ tied up love.” Jack dragged Irina over to his bed and shoved her down onto it. He quickly grabbed some rope from where it lay coiled in a chair at the table a short distance away. Her gray eyes widened as Jack approached her with the rope.

“No! No please!” Jack ignored Irina’s cries and grabbed her hands. He quickly tied both her wrists securely to one of the bedposts and sat back to look at his handy work.

“Not bad if I do say so myself. Now then love, jus’ ye get nice an’ comfy eh?”

“Not comfortable! Let me go!”

“Oh no I can’t do that love, can’t have ye runnin’ away from me. Not now that I know what kind of trouble ye got me into. Jus’ stay still an’ the ropes won’t burn yer skin too much. Savvy?”

Irina made no attempt to hide her contempt toward being tied up to Jack’s bed as she stuck her tongue out at him. He chuckled a bit as he turned back toward the table and stared back down at all the money and diamonds that were strewn across it.

“Jus’ what the bloody hell am I goin’ t’ do with ye?”

“Not my problem.”

“No love it’s my problem.”

Irina glanced around the room observing many different chests that were open and filled to the brim with gold and silver coins and every type of jewel one could possibly imagine. In the corner of the room to the left of the door was a medium sized wooden crate that was filled to the top with little tin containers that held all sorts of spices. She glared over at the dark haired man that now held her prisoner. “You are a bad man Jack Sparrow.”

“Why thank ye love, ye know I could say the same about ye. Except fer the bein’ a man part an’ all that is.”

“I’m not bad.”

“Oh no? Then why did ye pick pocket from the Royal Navy?”

“I was hungry and didn’t have money. I had to do something to eat.”

“So ye stole from the Royal Navy? Couldn’t ye have jus’ stolen some bread or something’ t’ eat love?”

“It was a bad thing, I know. I’m sorry for all my trouble I cause you.”

“Well I guess bein’ that yer sorry an’ all I can’t very well stay mad at ye now can I?” She shook her head at him and smiled so sweetly that he felt bad that he had tied her up like a dog or something. “I guess I can untie ye now love.”

“Thank you Jack.” Jack leaned sat down on the bed next to Irina and leaned over her to untie the ropes that held her wrists to the bedpost. Irina could smell the salt from the sea and the sweetness of dark rum and something else that was just Jack as he leaned across her. She could feel the heat radiating off his body they were so close to each other. Jack loosened the ropes and slid her slender wrists free from their binding prison. He glanced down at her wrists and could see the red whelps that were already starting to appear from the rope that had been cutting into her skin.

Jack rubbed the pad of his thumb across her silky flesh making the young woman shiver a bit. He watched in delight as small goose bumps began to form where his thumb had just touched her skin. Leaning down slowly he placed a gentle open mouthed kiss on each of her wrists that made her sigh ever so slightly. Feeling her cheeks beginning to burn from the unexpected attention from Jack she quickly yanked her wrists away from him. “Thank you Jack, that feels better.”

“Yer welcome love. Now ye said ye were hungry yes?”

“Starving!” He grinned impishly at her unexpected outburst and gave a small chuckle when she looked down embarrassed.

“Well I shall see what I can do about that. Don’t go anywhere love I’ll be right back. Savvy?”

“Yes.”

“Promise me ye won’t run away Irina.”

“I promise not to run away.” He flashed her a grin before leaving her alone in his quarters. Irina hurried towards the door just in time to hear the clicking of the lock from the outside of it. She let a few curses in Chechen slip from her mouth as she padded back over to the bed in defeat. He had locked her in his cabin even after she had promised him that she wouldn’t run away. So it was clear to her that Jack Sparrow did not trust her one bit.

In a few short moments Irina heard the lock click again and then the door creaked open. Jack came swaggering into the room carrying a small wooden tray. Setting the tray down on the table he gestured for her to come sit down. Irina walked over to the table and allowed Jack to pull out her chair for her. She sat down and looked at what he had brought for her to eat. There was a wooden bowl filled with a thick creamy looking soup and some bread as well. There was also a small kettle of tea. “Here we are love, brought ye some clam chowder an’ some tea. Hope ye like it.”

“Thank you Jack. Why did you lock the door when you left?”

“Oh that. Right….well bein’ that we hardly know each other I jus’ can’t trust ye t’ not run away.”

“But I promised.”

“So ye did. But yer a thief an’ a thief is a pirate an’ neither is t’ be trusted love. Ye understand right?”

“No I don’t.”

“Even better. Now eat up.” Jack left Irina alone in the cabin with the door locked while she ate her meal. Long after she had finished her meal the captain still had not returned so she began to grow restless. Irina padded around the room and began to explore her surroundings. She opened the door that was on the east side of the room to see what she might find in there. On the floor of the small closet were a few crates and they held many thick glass bottles that had corks in them and they were filled with a dark chocolate colored liquid. Picking up one of the bottles she pulled the cork out of it and brought it to her nose. The liquid had a strong and pleasant sweet aroma. Glancing around she lifted the bottle to her lips and took a sip of it.

The sweet smelling dark liquid tasted of sugar and an interesting blend of spices and she could feel it burning her insides as it slid down to the pit of her stomach. Irina began digging deeper into the closet looking at all of the pairs of breeches and shirts and coats that hung neatly. Just as she was about to move onto explore something more interesting to her something caught her eye. At the very back of the closet hung a sleeping gown. It wasn’t just an ordinary sleeping gown either. No it was a woman’s sleeping gown. Taking another large gulp out of the bottle of rum Irina grabbed the gown from the back of the closet and laid it out on the bed to get a better look at it. The nightgown was made of the softest silk that her fingers had ever touched and it was the most beautiful shade of slate gray. The neckline came down in a v shape and it was adorned with tiny white roses that had been stitched with silk thread as well. Irina took a long pull from the bottle of rum she had pilfered out of Jack’s closet and looked back down at the dress.

What was he doing with such a lovely nightgown? She hadn’t seen any women onboard and there was no wedding band on Jack’s hand that she had noticed either. Drinking a little more from the bottle Irina realized that she was nearly over halfway finished with it. She was starting to feel warm and tingly all over and she was guessing that it was from all the rum that she had drank over such a short period of time. Irina decided that she might as well finish the rest of the bottle since she had already gone through half of it anyway. Besides it wasn’t as if Jack would even miss one bottle of rum, he had a whole closet full of the stuff. Irina tipped up the bottle and began to polish off what remained of the sweet liquid.

After finishing the bottle she set it on the tray with her empty dishes from dinner and then turned back to the nightgown that lay on Jack’s bed. Feeling quite tipsy Irina clumsily walked over to where full length mirror stood on just the other side of the bed. Looking at her worn and very dirty cream colored taffeta dress she frowned in disgust at her appearance. Without hesitation Irina grabbed the bottom of her dress and jerked it over her head. She hastily began untying her shabby and quite dingy looking corset as well. Stripping the horrible contraption from her small body she tossed it onto the floor to join her dress. Irina grabbed the slate gray silk nightgown and slipped it over her head and pulled it down into place quickly.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror Irina smiled at her much improved appearance. It was almost as if the nightgown had been made for her. The soft silken material fit her perfectly and clung to her shapely figure in all the right places. Irina laid down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling of the cabin. There was a medium sized circular shaped hole that had been cut out of it and fitted with a piece of glass to make a window. She looked up into the now dark night sky and gazed at all the stars that were glistening like diamonds spread out over a blanket of navy blue colored velvet. It wasn’t long before her gray eyes grew heavy and soon slipped closed. The faint sound of the lock clicking and the door creaking open startled Irina from her slumber. She sat up to see Jack standing at the door staring at her as if she’d suddenly sprouted a second head or something.

“Where the hell did ye get that gown?”

“I found it in your closet.”

“Ye mean ye took it from me closet.” She nodded. “What the bloody hell are ye doin’ in that gown?”

“I liked, so I tried it on. I didn’t mean any trouble Jack.” Jack shut the door swiftly behind him and locked it. He strode over to the bed and grabbed Irina by the wrist yanking her up off the bed roughly. “Jack that hurts!”

“Take it off. Take the damn thing off now!” She stared up at him with wide gray eyes as she reached for the bottom of the dress slowly. Jack was acting as if he had gone mad. Irina was moving far too slow for Jack’s liking so he reached down and grabbed the bottom of the nightgown and yanked it roughly over Irina’s head. She stood there naked watching Jack as he stomped back over to the closet and quickly put the nightgown back where she had gotten it. Turning back to her he glared at her. “What the hell gives ye the right t’ snoop through my things?”

“I didn’t mean any trouble!”

“No of course, ye never do! Ye could’ve ruined that nightgown! It’s all I have left of her damn it!”

“Her?”

“Aye…her! The one woman that I ever gave a damn about in this world!”

“Where is she?”

“Dead!” Irina reached for her dress that was at Jack’s feet but he kicked it out of her reach. “Leave it.”

“How did she die?”

“She took a bullet in the back that was mean fer me.”

“What was her name?”
“Her name was Miranda. That was her gown, I had it made just for her in Singapore.”

“Jack I’m sorry, I didn’t know the gown was so special.”

“No ye didn’t an’ ye didn’t even bother t’ ask now did ye?”

She shook her head and looked down at her bare feet. Jack grabbed her chin and yanked her face up to look at him harshly. Irina flinched at Jack’s sudden hostility towards her. “Look at me wench! That was Miranda’s nightgown! It was t’ be her weddin’ gift from me, but she died before I could marry her. No woman but Miranda was ever supposed t’ wear that gown! Ye ruined it!”

“Jack I’m sorry. Please don’t be angry.”

“Don’t be angry? Oh it’s too late fer that love. Now ye have t’ be punished fer what ye done.” Irina shook her head and took a couple steps back away from Jack but he quickly advanced on her. There was a look in his eyes that scared her to death. Backing up further Irina gave a small whimper as her back came into contact with the rough wooden wall of the cabin. Now she had no place to go and Jack stood between her and the doorway.

“Please don’t hurt me Jack! I’ll do anything!” He grinned down at her devilishly making her shiver.

“Careful what ye say love, I jus’ might hold ye t’ it. An’ anything, well that’s a real broad horizon darling.”

“Please just let me go?”

“Oh now where’s the fun in that pet? Seein’ as how ye snooped through me things an’ ruined me dear Miranda’s gown. I figure ye owe me an’ yer goin’ t’ pay.”

“But I don’t have any money.”

“Oh it’s not the money I want love. No, me thinks I’ll be havin’ something a bit more precious t’ ye than money.”

Irina’s gray eyes grew wide in terror as she suddenly realized what it was that Jack meant to take as payment from her. She desperately tried to get around him and head for the door but Jack was much too strong for her. He easily squashed her efforts at freedom and grabbed a thick handful of her fiery red hair. Irina let out a shrill cry as Jack forced her over to the bed. He pushed her roughly down onto her back and glared down at her.

His coffee colored eyes were glistening with a malice that she had never seen before. Jack stepped out of his boots and then shrugged out of his taffeta shirt and tossed it to the floor to join his boots. Irina watched as Jack began unfastening his belt and then she forced herself up off the bed in a brave attempt at freedom again. Jack quickly tackled her around the waist and slammed her back down onto his bed. He hastily unfastened his belt and yanked his breeches down to his ankles and kicked them off. She scooted away from him and made one last dash towards the door not caring that she was stark naked.

Jack easily caught her around the waist and hauled her back over to the bed kicking and crying for him to let her go. He threw her back onto the bed this time on her stomach. Placing a knee harshly in the middle of her back Jack reached down pushed her creamy thighs apart. Irina struggled to try and keep her thighs together but it was no use. Soon Jack’s rough and calloused hand was slithering up the inside of her right thigh heading towards her most intimate spot. She jerked as the tips of his fingers came into contact with her womanhood and he grinned down at her impishly realizing that she must be a virgin.

“Oh this is even better. Ye have never been touched like this before have ye?”

“N-no…please stop!”

“Oh I’ll stop right after I’m done with ye.” Irina squeezed her gray eyes shut as she felt Jack’s long thick fingers push between the lips of her womanhood roughly. It was obvious that he didn’t intend on making this pleasurable for her. Jack began thrusting his large fingers roughly inside her bone dry body. She writhed in pain as sharp currents of displeasure coursed through her body. It felt like she was being ripped apart. “Jus’ relax love, it’ll hurt a lot less if ye don’t fight it. Because wet or dry I’m still goin’ t’ have ye.”

Irina whimpered softly as Jack removed his fingers from her still dry womanhood. Soon she felt his hands on her thighs roughly turning her over onto her back. Pushing her knees apart wider Jack sank down in between them until his face hovered above her womanhood. Irina kept her eyes closed tightly as she felt Jack’s hot mouth descend hungrily upon her body. His tongue ravaged the insides of her vagina and she silently cursed herself as she felt her own body begin to betray her. Suddenly she felt the insides of her vagina begin to tingle and dampen with Jack’s touch and it made her feel like such a whore.

Once he felt her body start to become slick and respond to his touch he slid back up so that he leaned over her. Irina looked up at him with tears starting to leak out of the corners of her gray eyes. “Yer tears won’t save ye love. Jus’ go with it, it will all be over soon enough. Savvy?” She shook her head and tried to push him away from her. But Jack was much too powerful for her and he grabbed her hands and pinned them up over her head. “Now quit yer squirmin’ Irina! This is goin’ t’ happen one way or another.”

Giving a small sob of defeat Irina glared up at him with tears streaming from her slate gray eyes. “Then just take me and get it over with!” Jack grinned at her deviously and forced a kiss on her mouth. Irina fought back by biting his lower lip hard enough to draw blood making him grunt in pain. Pulling back he wiped his lip with the back of his hand and looked down at the smeared streak of blood.

“Feisty little devil ye are! Good, I like that.” Irina scowled up at him as he forced another hard kiss on her lips making her taste the tangy coppery flavor of his blood on her tongue. She finally surrendered and kissed him back. Jack grabbed a handful of her thick curly red tresses and yanked her onto her knees. “Turn around.”

She did as she was told and felt his hand come into contact with her shoulders as he shoved her head towards the mattress. Irina whimpered as she felt Jack’s hips press against her soft creamy bottom and she felt his thick throbbing erection brush against her womanhood. Squeezing her eyes shut she bit back a cry as Jack forced his large hard manhood deeply into her small body easily tearing past her innocence. Jack groaned into her ear as he pumped against her. “Oh bloody hell….yer tighter than I expected!” He pumped his hips against her bottom pushing his cock deeper inside her drawing a painful moan from her. Jack could no longer fight the urge to just pound into the tiny woman’s body. And it wasn’t like he cared if she enjoyed what he did to her so he quickened his pace considerably. Irina cried out as Jack’s pounding grew harder with each thrust he made into her body.

The sound of his hips slapping against her backside echoed through the room and she could feel droplets of his sweat raining down on her back as he pumped against her unwilling body. His low husky grunts and moans of pleasure floated down to her ears making her cringe with every thrust he made inside her. Jack grabbed a fistful of Irina’s thick red tresses and yanked her head back roughly as he slammed the full length of his throbbing erection deeply inside her swollen entrance. Irina whimpered a little louder as Jack gave one final thrust into her body. She could feel his member throb as his seed flooded towards her womb. He wearily collapsed against her back for a moment trying to catch his breath. Irina could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest against her back as he lay there breathing raggedly.

After a few moments Jack straightened up and released his hold on her hips causing his now only semi hard cock to slip from her swollen and very sore womanhood. Irina could feel a tiny bit of his seed starting to slowly run down the inside of her right thigh. She reached down between her legs and wiped it off quickly in disgust. Jack didn’t even bother to get dressed as he lay on his back in bed beside her. “Ye goin’ t’ sit there like that all night love?” She stared back at him in disbelief. Was he just going to talk to her like he didn’t just savagely rape her?

“Does it matter?”

“Not really, no. But ye might want t’ lay down an’ get a bit of sleep. The night is young love an’ I’m not near finished with ye.” Irina glared at him as she laid down beside him and then shifted onto her side so that her back was now facing him. “Ye can turn yer back t’ me all ye like love. I’m still goin’ t’ have me way with ye as many times as I see fit.”

A few moments of silence went by and Irina was almost asleep when Jack’s low husky voice startled her. “Do try an’ enjoy yer time here love. Cause tomorrow we make port at the first town we come t’.”

“For what?”

“Yer leavin’ that’s what.”

“Leaving?”

“That’s right pet. Yer t’ be dropped off bright an’ early see.”

“But what am I going to do?”

“Not my problem love. Ye see now that I’ve had me way with ye an’ all that good stuff, well I don’t really have much use fer ye. Savvy?”

“You…you!” When Irina couldn’t find the words she desired in English she chose to spit out a string of insults at him in her native Chechen tongue. Jack chuckled at her obvious contempt for him.

“C’mon now love, that’s not very ladylike of ye.” Irina made a sound of disgust as she pulled the blanket over her naked body. Jack grinned as he grabbed a half empty bottle of rum from his small bedside table and took a long pull from it.

Chuckling loudly Jack leaned over and began placing open mouthed kisses along Irina’s back grinning to himself when he felt her cringe at his very touch. Paying no mind to her unwillingness he continued his assault on her beautiful body. It made no difference to him that Irina hated what he was doing to her. He was a pirate and he had nobody to impress. Besides the feisty little Chechen red head that was filled with contempt toward him would be nothing but a memory once he dropped her off in the first town they made port in tomorrow morning and then he would be free to sail towards his next adventure.