Kill The President's Women (Joe The Magic Man Series Book 2) (40 page)

“I don’t know who moved it, they’re all sleeping.” He sat back down beside her and put his arm around her. His attempts at consoling her failed because at that moment, a rat jumped up on the blanket and paused right in front of Jean.

Jean couldn’t help but scream and she waved her arms about in fear and irritation. Captain Morgan tried to knock the rat off with his foot but it landed on Steve-e-Joe’s knee. Steve-e-Joe stood up quickly, ripping the blanket off and his quick action made the rat fall behind Jean. She jumped up and down in fear; the way she was hopping on the spot, she looked like she was doing a war dance.

The ruckus woke Sergeant Jones and the first thing he saw was Jean’s pale flesh hopping around excitedly. By now, some of the men were sitting up, acting concerned by her cries.

“What’s all this bloody noise?” Sergeant Jones saw the rat hop close to him, and with a well-timed move, he viciously kicked it halfway down the ship. He grabbed Jean’s skirt from the floor where it had fallen and handed it to her to put on. “You men, eyes front! Let the gull have a bit of privacy.”

Steve-e-Joe helped her put her skirt back on, and tried to calm her back down. Jean was already hysterical.

“I can’t sleep down here,” Jean said, beginning to sob. “That rat was looking at me.”

“Did he bite you?” Sergeant Jones asked.

“No it didn’t bite me, but he scared me. I don’t like rats.”

“I bet you scared him too, and the rest of us,” the sergeant said with a shrug. “We were all just about dropping off to sleep.”

Jean spent the rest of the night sitting up awake in the arms of Steve-e-Joe, and as soon as the hatch was unlocked and open, she went up on deck. The crew gave her odd looks and smiles, and she innocently thought it was because she had woken them up screaming and half-dressed. She had this impression in her mind until she saw the smiling face of Tom Thomas as he walked up to her.

“Gee Jean gull, you put on quite a show last night with your husband and the captain; you had us all jerking off in our beds.” Tom Thomas’ big grin never left his face, it only widened.

Jean looked around, hoping no one heard him. Embarrassed, she quietly asked him, “Was it you that moved that lantern?”

“No, that was one of the ship’s crew. He heard you squirming under the blankets and woke the rest of us.”

“A crew member heard me?”

“Oh aye, and we were all so glad to see that lovely ass of yours.”

“Oh my God.” Jean put her hand to her mouth to hide her shame.

“Aye, and when you grabbed their cocks and said ‘The twins are awake’, well, we all nearly gave the show away with giggling. That bloody rat just had to go and spoil it or we’re pretty sure you would have given those twins another ducking.”

Jean walked away, unable to hear any more. It was confirmed now, there was no way she was going back down that hatch. It didn’t have much to do with the men, the rat frightened her more than the men. She didn’t care what nobody said, she wasn’t sleeping below deck and if sleeping above deck meant sleeping with the ship’s captain, then so be it. She walked over to tell Steve-e-Joe the decision she had just made. His only response was a slight smile and a lifting of his eyebrows.

Jean, who was not in the mood for games, stomped off and met the ship’s captain herself. She told him she’d be willing to share his cabin and he beamed at her in agreement; he was more than pleased. Just before they set sail on the morning tide, all Jean’s “friends” were sent back down below deck out of the crew’s way and she went to the captain’s cabin to catch up on her lost sleep. She hit his bed gratefully and fell to sleep in no time.

Jean didn’t know how long she had been sleeping but she was woken up by a heated female voice, yelling at someone. Seeing as she couldn’t go back to sleep because the voice was too distracting, she went out to see what the noise was about. The first thing that hit her was the smell of the salty air. It was piercingly different for it was the first time she had smelt it. The ship swayed in an unfamiliar manner and Jean had to hold on to the cabin door to steady herself. Looking out to sea and seeing no land at all made Jean’s stomach turn and she looked away to distract herself. She found Lady Josephine was looking at her and wrinkling her nose at her.

When their eyes met, Jean lowered her eyes respectfully and Lady Josephine turned back to the captain. She was trying to boss him around.

“Captain, I’ll have you know my mother is of royal blood and my men servants are my mother’s servants so they should be treated as such. I think they should share your cabin with you. Goodness knows what disease they could pick up sleeping down in that hole.”

“I know you’re a relative of our King, Lady Josephine,” the captain said, “and this is one of his new ships. But I’m the captain and I say who sleeps where.”

“You’d rather share your cabin with a rag-wearing girl that hasn’t had a bath in years and more than likely’s got the pox and goodness knows what other disease, than share your cabin with two clean healthy men.” She pointed to his cabin and the girl standing there with her arms crossed. “Look at her, she looks like a tramp.”

“As to your first question,” the captain stood his ground, “yes I would rather share my cabin with a pretty young girl even if she looks like a tramp to you.” He looked at Jean and winked. “And secondly, she may look like a tramp that hasn’t had a bath in years but I intend to see to it that she has a bath today. Trust me when I say that I’m sure when her hair is combed out and those rags replaced with a new skirt and blouse, she’ll look very much like a princess.”

“I shall make sure my husband hears about this and he’ll make sure King Henry hears how you shared your cabin with a slut from the gutters.”

“Huh,” grunted the captain, “I hope your… relative doesn’t ask to see the girl in question, he just might fall under her spell like most men would.”

Lady Josephine was horrified, “Are you suggesting that…”

“I’m just saying it’s my ship.” He had to cut her off, realizing he was beginning to say too much, “and I’m in charge of sleeping arrangements. I can also tell you that if we were to sink,” he pointed to the one rowing boat they had on board, “I would put you and your maid, the young girl, two good rows, my first mate and myself in that boat. Your two menservants can grab something that floats.”

He turned his jaw upwards, as if to say he didn’t want to hear any more on the subject, and walked off leaving Lady Josephine with her hands on her hips. If looks could kill, she would have disintegrated him on the spot.

Jean had gone back inside and had dropped back off to sleep when she was woken again by a voice. It was the captain of the ship. He was giving instructions to one of his men.

“Put it down over by there, and make sure the new crew knows what they’re doing on their watch, okay?”

“Aye, aye captain.”

Jean, through her half-opened eyes, noticed the man had brought a bucket of water into the cabin. She was just about to ask if that was her bath water when the captain held up a skirt to her.

“This may be a bit too big for you, but you can tie it tighter.” He held up a blouse. “This should fit you even though the previous owner had smaller tits than you.”

“Are they for me?”

“Aye, they are. I know they’re not much but that’s all I’ve got.”

They were cleaner than what Jean was wearing and looking downwards, she shook her head at her clothes. She hadn’t noticed how dirty her blouse and skirt had become over the last two months.

“Come on lass,” he said in a soft voice, “we’ll give you a bath and in the morning you can wear these clothes so that snotty bitch can see how pretty you are.”

She figured it wasn’t all about showing Lady Josephine she was wrong, he probably wanted his way with her too. Well, it would just be another part of her adventure, another man she had to sleep with before she was finally reunited with her lover Steve.

Jean looked at the half-full bucket. “Is that my bath?”

“Aye lass this is your bath,” the captain replied, weary of repeating himself. He dipped his hand in the bucket and pulled out a bar of soap and a bath rag. “I’m afraid we haven’t got hot water but this will do. So get those old clothes off and come here, let me give you a good wash.”

Jean stripped her rags off and went over to him. Well, she sure as hell wasn’t going back down that hatch, so she smiled at him and let him wash her hair with a nice smelling bar of soap. After he was done with her hair, he proceeded to wash her body. He didn’t use the bath rag – he only made use of the soap – but he was very thorough. He washed her without missing any nook or cranny and as he did, he kept telling Jean how beautiful she was and how he was going to make love to her in so many different ways before they got to London. She was missing Steve-e-Joe more than anyone; if he was there, he would easily talk her and the captain through it. He more than likely would have had a story about a man bathing a girl or something.

The captain stripped o
ff and Jean looked at his cock; she was surprised at what she saw: it was a small cock. It was in the same category as Captain Sinclair’s and her true lover, Steve’s. She couldn’t believe she was going to shag him. She expected someone to come in and break it up. Better still, maybe the captain would have his second mate with a big cock come over to give him a hand. None of her wishes came true; the captain hungrily kissed her and then pulled her close, inserting his little pole into her. He had very fast strokes and Jean felt that it was at least some form of consolation.

Jean wrapped her legs around him and let him have his way, but she felt nothing for this man. Not emotionally or even sexually. At some point, he placed her on her belly and just like all the others, he was fascinated with her bottom. He placed her on her knees and began to shag her slowly, running his hands up and down her spine while pulling at her tits. She didn’t feel much and all she could think was,
At least, it’s better up here. Anything’s better than being down there with the rats running around.
When his finger started to play with her magic button, she gave her first moan.

“That’s the way lass, you relax and enjoy it.”

Jean unexpectedly began to enjoy it, and she idly thought that she could put up with this for a few days until they reached London.

The captain stopped. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“A splash. As if someone threw something over board.” The captain was torn between going to check what was going on and carrying on shagging the young lass with a lovely ass and tits. He carried on shagging but he tried to listen at the same time, hoping to God that the new men he hired were doing their jobs properly. He began to go faster, watching the cheeks of her ass quiver every time he banged his cock home.

“Did you hear that?” he asked, stopping again.

“No,” Jean said and she began to play with her magic button. She had made up her mind to please herself if the captain wouldn’t. Or couldn’t.

“It sounds like we are hoisting sail.” After a few seconds of listening, he started to bang away again. Then he stopped, confident he was hearing correctly. “That’s it! The ship is slowing down because some idiot has raised sail.”

Jean stayed there on her knees and played with herself as she watched the captain put his breeches on and make for the door of his cabin. Just as he got there, the door violently flew open. One of the crew was pointing a musket at the captain.

“You just take it easy captain, unless you want me to blow a hole in your head.”

Jean had no idea what was going on and she quickly scrambled under the blanket placed on the bottom bunk bed. She peeped to see what was happening.

“What is the idea of this?!” the captain asked. He put his hands up and yelled, “First mate to my quarters now!”

“I’m sorry captain, but your first mate put up a bit of a fight, and we had to slit his throat to keep him quiet.”

The captain suddenly realized what the splash was. “You’ve slung him over board?”

“Yes, we don’t want him bloodying our new ship.”

“This is my ship and you are mutinies.” His words coincided with a slight thud as their ship bumped into another ship.

“Ah,” the sailor with the musket said, “that would be the new owners now.”

“What?! You’re just a mutinous bunch and King Henry’ll have your heads for this.”

“We’re no mutinies, we’re pirates! And we’re here to relieve you of King Henry’s treasure chest.”

Jean could hear lots of men running around on deck giving orders in a foreign language while the crew below deck screamed frantically for someone to open the hatch. Three men came rushing into the cabin, two sailors up front with muskets in their hands, and another man bringing up the rear, brandishing a pistol and a sword. Jean realized he was their captain as he smiled at her then spoke in broken English to the captain.

“Where is war chest?”

“I don’t know what you’re bloody talking about,” the captain replied automatically. He was hit across the side of the head with the butt of the pistol and he went down with a heavy thud.

The pirate captain stood over the original captain and smiled, spinning his pistol. He said something that Jean couldn’t understand to his men and they came over to the bed she was huddled in and looked underneath. They pulled out a chest. There was more undecipherable talk and one of the men began to pummel the lock on the chest with the bottom of his musket. After the third strike, the lock gave way. He lifted the lid hurriedly; in it was a wide array of shiny, fancy jewelry. Pushing the jewelry apart, he discovered that at the bottom of the chest, were solid gold coins.

Jean leaned over slightly to look at the treasure. She had been sleeping on top of all that for hours and she hadn’t had a clue. The pirate captain gave more orders to his men and they tied the original captain’s hands behind his back and dragged him out of the cabin. He turned his attention to Jean and without any preliminaries, pulled the blanket away from her. Jean tried to cover her nakedness with her hands but it was no use, she had too much flesh and too many curves on her.