Redemption - M J Marlow (good book recommendations .TXT) 📗

stroking her bare leg, “but I would like this one as a pet.” Marit flinched as he drove his fingers inside of her. “Can you imagine the money we could get renting her out?”
“Why would we want to rent her out,” one of the other men said as he joined his partner and began to stroke one of Marit’s breasts gently. “She’s far too pretty to wear out that way. She’ll be much more appreciative if she knows we won’t turn her slut.” He smiled down at Marit and she could have laughed at the earnestness on his beefy face. “Won’t you, pretty girl?”
“I want to go home,” Marit whimpered as his continued caress made her body ache with longing. She could not stop the tears flowing down her cheeks. “Please I have babies and a husband…”
“We’ll give you babies, if that’s what will keep you happy, pretty,” the third member of their group smiled as he moved between her legs. “And here,” he nodded around the band, “are four husbands to keep you company.” He wiped the tears off her face as he pushed his chum aside and opened his trousers. “We all adore you, pretty one. We shall be the best of men for you.” He drove inside of her and pulled her up so he could claim her lips, moaning as he lost himself in her. “You are our angel now. We can not let you go.”
“How are we to keep her?” the little man asked his friends. “The virgin will know she was here.”
“But that one never saw our faces,” Andrew told them. “If we are cornered, we say that she ran away from us looking for help after we got a little crude with her. The virgin only heard our remarks outside. She does not know about our little love play.” He looked at his cards. “I take it no one else wants to continue the game?”
“We’ve moved on to other game, Cap,” the little man laughed as he began to tickle the nipple on Marit’s other breast. “Such delightful play.”
“Enough for now,” Andrew struck him upside the head. “Take her clothing and bloody it a bit. Then run up river another ten miles and drop it there. Make it look like some beast snapped her up.” He leaned down and nipped at Marit’s breast and she whimpered. The little man cut her arm and wiped her own blood on her gowns. He ripped them to shreds and continued to coat them in blood. When he was satisfied the ploy would work, he took the bundle and left to perform his task. “Like we mean to, sweet meat.” He nibbled down her abdomen. “One delicious little nibble at a time.” He ended up between her legs and she could not stop the moan that erupted from her throat as he drove his tongue inside of her. “Yes, my friends. I would say our little angel is more than willing to join us in our games now.” He took out his handkerchief and held it over Marit’s nose and mouth until she was unconscious. Then he untied her and carried her out to the boat. He kicked open the hidden passage beneath the bunk and dumped her inside, binding her wrists and ankles to the rings built inside. “All snug and secure,” he smiled as he gagged her and closed the passage. He turned to his friends. “We will leave as soon as our chum comes back.”
As it was, the ship left the tower only an hour before Taryn and Lorenz and their men arrived there. They found Susa, bound and gagged, but unable to tell them what had happened to Marit. She could not describe the men, she told them, for she had been blindfolded the whole time. She knew something horrible had happened to Marit, however, for she had defended her by claiming her virgin and the men would not touch her. Taryn was forced to move on alone as Lorenz and the men took Susa back to Verdis to wait for a ship home. The ship bearing Marit in her ‘cage’ had already left the port with several months’ supplies on board; on its way south.
“Come along, angel,” Andrew smiled as he let Marit out. “We have all sorts of pretty gifts for you.” He held her as his men came in carrying the ‘gifts.’ Marit began to struggle as she saw the slave collar. It was a beautiful item, all silver and engraved with delicate scrollwork. She could see the emblem for this ship set in the center proudly. “Don’t fight it, darling. You know you belong to us now.” The collar was fastened around her throat and she went still, as she realized what this meant. She was now their property. There was no going back. The little man slid a pair of delicate silver manacles on her wrists and then a pair of shackles for the ankles. They were edged with tiny silver bells so that her every movement was accompanied with their music. “Such a pretty little angel.” He saw her expression. “You know what these mean, don’t you, pretty?”
“You own me now,” Marit replied, her eyes flooded with tears. “I can’t go home. I will never see my children again, or be with the man I love…”
“We’ll more than make it up to you, angel,” Andrew smiled at her. “Inside this cabin, these are all you wear. “Up on deck,” he said as the beefy faced man brought out an open-sided robe with a golden girdle to hold it to her body, “this will be your garment.” He ran his hand along her cheek. “We go south, so you will be warm enough. We,” he nodded to the four of them, “will endeavor to keep you warm. Won’t we, chums?” He opened the hidden compartment. “This will be your place if we do not require your company.” He handed her a fine silver chain and fastened one end to the ring inside. “You will fasten the other end,” he said as he demonstrated, “to the front of your collar when you are within.” He stroked her hair. “Do you understand this, angel?” Marit nodded and he smiled. “I knew you were an intelligent animal when you defended your little companion as you did. You will unfasten your collar and go to the galley to help Brek with whatever task he sets you.”
“Yes, master.”
“No, angel,” Andrew shook his head. “I am the Captain. You shall address me as such. The others are Brek, Canby, and Daro. They will choose how you address them.”
“Yes, Captain.”
“Good girl,” the man beamed. He turned her and slapped her on her bare backside. “The galley is down the corridor to the left,” he told her. “You won’t need a garment in there.”
Marit went into the galley where Brek, who turned out to be the little man, was peeling potatoes. He had her wash the vegetables and set a large silver tray on the table in the mess. She spent the time washing dishes as he directed and was relaxing when he suddenly forced her to a small cabin where a bucket of hot water waited and some soap with no scent. He directed her to wash herself thoroughly. When she was clean enough o pass his inspection; and he did inspect her quite thoroughly, he took her to the mess and made her lie down on the table. He bound her wrists and then drew the rope under the table and bound her ankles so that she could not move.
“As this is our first night out,” Brek smiled as he ran his hand along her body slowly, “we are going to have a very special feast. You,” he said as he put an apple into her mouth, “will be the serving tray, and the dessert.”
He brought out the vegetables and began to arrange them around her body. He stuck carrots into her braid and decorated her body with leaves. He laid a cloth on the center of her abdomen and put on the roast he had placed in the oven earlier. He had mashed the potatoes and used them to encircle her breasts and form flowers and curlicue designs on her body, arms and legs. He left the remainder of the food in bowls along her sides and went to ring the bell. To say that the crew ‘enjoyed’ their meal would have been an understatement. Marit was writhing in response as they nibbled, licked, stroked, and sampled her and the food. They played cards with her still in the center of the table, using her body as their table, and it was Canby, the beefy-faced giant, who won her for the night.
“Come here, angel,” Canby smiled as he held his arms out to her. “Let me check you out to see if you’ll pass muster. Marit came to him and went to her knees. He drew her up, shaking his head. “Never on your knees, angel,” he told her, “not to any of us. You are as much a member of this crew as any one of us.” He raised her eyes to his. “And no downcast eyes. I like losing myself in the dark depths of your eyes.” He drew her into his arms and made love to her with a gentleness that stunned her. He fell asleep with her in his arms and, when she tried to move, he held her tight and refused to let go. “Lovely angel. You bring peace to this burdened soul.”
Morning came and she was once more sent to help Brek with the meal. Breakfast was a simple meal, and she was allowed to sit and share it with the men. Her men, she guessed she should now begin to think of them. There was a little tickling and pinching and nibbling as she served, but otherwise they were well-mannered with her. Lunch was carried out to each of them at their duties and she was dragged down to the deck by each of them for groping and kissing, quick and fast before they returned to their meal. Daro made her sit between his legs and his hand moved between her legs and stroked her into madness as he ate. He kissed her and sent her on her way, leaving her frustrated. The second night’s dinner, Brek had her play the soup tureen, the large bowl resting on her abdomen as they ladled out into the bowls. He did not bother to tie her down, he expected her to lie still. And Marit would not dare move with a bowl of hot soup on her body. When the soup and bread was gone, Brek brought out a large bowl of thick cream and fruit and began to decorate her. Her men drove her wild as they had the night before. At the card game, it was Brek who won her for the night.
“I like to ride my women, angel,” he told her almost shame-facedly. “Down on all fours, pretty and hold on.” He knelt behind her and his hands moved down and under to stroke and caress her breasts. He caressed her until she was nearly screaming with need and then he slid inside her. “That’s my good girl,” Brek sighed as he came inside of her. He turned her over and pressed her down on the deck. Then he slowly kissed her on her eyelids, on her lips, on her breasts and knelt between her legs and licked until she was limp. “Pretty, pretty angel. Go to your rest now.”
The third morning followed much the same pattern as the other. At lunch, it was Andrew who enjoyed a little extra attention during lunch. She was shivering with longing by the time he was done petting her. So that when