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The Captain's Daughter (father/daughter, 1st time, inc)
by Joshua Mills (c) 1997

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The shrill keening of the insects outside the window of her cell suddenly
ceased, and the tropical night became silent.  Instantly alert, she rose to
her feet and stood alongside the barred window listening for some
indication of what had caused the change in the night sounds. Outside, the
gibbous moon painted the courtyard of the governor's mansion where she was
imprisoned in stark shades of light and shadow, but nothing moved.  She
released her held breath, and had turned to return to her cot, when a
pebble chinked on the bars blocking the window, falling into the room with
a sound distinct in the breathless silence outside.
She froze, and listened again.
	"Patty!"  came a whispered voice.
	Her heart raced as she recognized the sound of her stepfathers voice.
	"Dad?" she whispered.
	"Thank God!" came the reply, "Me'n the lads have come to get you
out of there!"
	"I knew you'd come!" she said.
	"Be ready! We're going to give the guards something to think
about, and we'll have you out of there this night, or I'm not skipper of
the Black Witch.  Here, take these, and stand by!"
	Through the window came a leather belt with a rapier and a dagger
sheathed, one to either side.
She took it and strapped it on, and a pistol came through the window, which
she shoved into the belt next to the dagger.
	"That's all primed and ready, lass.  Mind who you shoot! It might
be me first through that door!"  he chuckled. " It won't be long now!"
	She watched as a faint shadow flitted from patch to patch of
darkness  moving toward the wall of the compound, then as it disappeared,
returned to the cot.  She sat down, and pulled on her sea boots, and waited
tensely for whatever diversion her stepfather, Captain Black, had arranged.
	Ten minutes or so passed, and the insects and night creatures
resumed their noisy lives outside the window.  Suddenly the crash of an
explosion as loud as a cannon shot shattered the night, and she leapt to
her feet as bedlam erupted throughout the governor's mansion.  Shouts and
musket fire, and the stacatto sounds of running feet filled her straining
ears as she stood alongside the door, pistol ready.  She heard the sound of
running feet approaching the cell, and tensed, ready for anything.
	"It's me girl!  Stand away from the door!", it was the voice of
her father's first mate who she'd known all her young life.
	"Get me out of here, John Bruce!", she cried.
	"Right! Mind your ears!", he said, and seconds later the door of
the cell was blown inwards by an explosion that stunned her for a moment.
He burst through the door and pulled her through the doorway." That way!"
he cried and propelled her to the left down the hall as he turned to check
for pursuit.  Finding none he pounded down the hall behind her, and as they
rounded a corner, she saw the blessed sight of an open door guarded by one
of her father's men who grinned hugely as he waved her on.
As she ran through he pointed her at a ladder leaning against the wall of
the courtyard.  As she ran toward it she jammed her pistol in her belt, and
flung herself at the ladder with such vigor she was halfway up before her
feet found the rungs.  She threw herself over the wall to the earth below
as a musket ball ricocheted off the top of it.  She heard the sound of a
pistol shot as John Bruce tumbled over the wall, followed a few moments
later by the sailor.
	"That bugger won't be chasing anyone for a while," he grinned.
	"Let's go! " said Bruce, "We'll meet the others at the launch!"
	They moved off through the scrub as the commotion grew fainter, the
shots more scattered behind them.  Soon, they reached the beach where the
longboat was waiting, headed out to sea, and guarded by some of her
father's men who were holding the boat steady knee high in the water, and
some manning the oars.  The sailor scrambled over the thwarts and manned an
oar at the bow, as Patty and John hoisted themselves over the transom into
the boat.  A ragged line of men came running across the beach toward the
boat, and at the rear was her father, Captain Black, who paused to fire
toward the trees as the men scrambled aboard one by one.
	 Last aboard, he ordered, "Give way, lads, and hearty now! Those
soldiers 'll find their courage soon enough!  Give me that musket!" he
turned to sight at the shore as the two last sailors tumbled aboard and the
ones at the oars dug deep into the water sending the longboat out away from
the beach. The gap between the shore and the boat rapidly widened; a
handful of red coated soldiers ran onto the beach from the trees, only to
be sent diving for cover by a shot from Black's musket.  Soon, the boat was
well out and headed for the faint shape of the Black Witch schooner
anchored in the offing, lights all darkened , in contrast to the governors
mansion lit up as for a ball behind them on the shore.  The light from the
bioluminescence  and the shore was bright enough to show the dark stain of
blood on Captain Black's right shirt sleeve, and Patty gasped as she
noticed it.
	"You're hurt!" she said.
	"Aye, lucky for me that soldier wasn't a better shot!" said the
captain with a grin. " But it's just a scratch."
	"Scratch or not, I'm having a look at that as soon as we're
aboard!, she said.
	"All right, dear.  Your just as fussy as your mother, bless her."
	Soon they were climbing over the side of the Witch as the crew
hooked up the falls to hoist the longboat aboard.
	"Weigh anchor, Boats, and hoist the foresail, and jib!" called
John Bruce as the boat came out of the water. "I can take 'er from here
Skip, whyn't you get that arm looked after.  Tortuga, right?"
	"Aye, Tortuga," said Black. "Thanks John, I will go down.  Damn
thing smarts a bit. Good work tonight, mate."
	"See ya in the mornin'" Cap," he grinned." I guess the Tattler
will have something to write about tomorrow, eh?"
	Patty grabbed his good arm and said, " You get down below right
now!  You're still bleeding and I want to look at that arm!"
	Black looked ruefully at his mate, " I guess we know who really is
in charge of this ship," he said.  " OK, I'm coming," as Patty tugged at
his good arm.
	Down below in the cabin, as she removed the blood soaked shirt, she
said, "Dad, I was really scared in there.  I knew you'd come and get me,
but those soldiers kept saying bad things to me.  They said they were going
to pass me around before they hung me."  With the shirt off she could see
that the wound was a crease, and not serious, as she began to clean it.  
"You know I've never been with a man, and that would be horrible."
	"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'd never let that happen to you."
	"I know, but I was thinking that it's time I became a woman all
the way."
	"Ouch! Take it easy!  Well, when you find the right man, and you
love him, then that'll happen."
	"I've found the man I love already, daddy."
	"Oh, really?" but something in her voice made him look up, and
the intensity of her look-- "Honey---"
	"I want you to make me a woman, daddy."
	"But Honey--"
	"No! You haven't had a woman since mom died, and I know you loved
her, but I love you too.  You're the only one I want."
	"But I'm older--"
	"So what? What's fifteen years?  Don't you think I'm pretty?"
	"Oh, Honey, if only you knew how many times I've watched you, and
felt what I feel sometimes--; You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen!"
	"I know you used to love to suck on mom's breasts," she said,"
would you like to suck on mine?" she pulled her shirt up and bared her
small firm breasts.
	"Patty---"
	"It's all right dad.  I'm a woman now, and I want you.  Now,
tonight." She stepped closer and leaned toward him, bringing her nipple up
very close to his lips.  He quivered with desire, but yet held back, "Go
on, suck me," she said, and he gently leaned toward her and took her
virginal breast in his mouth.  Long moments passed.  His heart was
pounding, and his cock was as stiff as an iron rod.  He reached around her
and pulled her closer as he licked and sucked her, alternating from one
erect nipple to the other.
	"I'm not going to my cabin tonight, dad.  Tonight I'm sleeping
with you," she said as she reached out and turned down the oil lamp,
stepped back and pulled him toward the bunk.

	"My God, girl, you're lovely!" he husked, his voice thickened
with desire, as he yielded to her pull and rose to his feet.  Outside, the
ship moved through the easy swell with a smooth motion that he easily
swayed with.  Ever the mariner, he listened with half an ear to the sounds
of the timbers working and the creaking of the rigging, listening for
anything out of the ordinary, but his eyes never left the vision of the
lovely young woman before him.  She released his hand and reached to the
hem of her blouse, and pulled it over her head in one graceful movement,
dropping it to the deck.  Her nipples puckered to erectness as the cool air
touched them, and her lightly tanned skin glowed in the golden light of the
oil lamp.  As she reached up to release her hair from it's confines, she
was silhouetted by the light of the moon reflected off the bubbling wake
behind the Witch.  Her red blond hair tumbled around her shoulders as she
shook it free.  Captain Black stared at her as if hypnotized, and she
calmly held his gaze as she then released the drawstring of her loose
pantaloons which fell to her ankles.  She stepped out of their confines and
stood before him naked, and his eyes were irresistably drawn to her mons.
So light was the colour of her hair there, and so fine, that he could see
the soft folds of her inner lips just showing.  He groaned softly with
desire as he reached for her, and folding her in his arms bent to her
parted lips.
         They kissed with increasing passion for long minutes, their
tongues entwining, their breathing becoming more and more ragged, until
finally, she gently pushed him away.
	"Let me see all of you," she said and reached for the buttons of
his loose trousers.  She started to unbutton them and soon the only thing
holding them up was the fierce erection he had gained when he first kissed
her breasts.  She gently eased them free of his cock and they fell to the
floor as his penis, now free of confines, sprang up to bob gently in time
with his pounding pulse.  She reached out and took his cock in her hands
and gently stroked it's full length.
	"My, goodness, Captain Black," she said teasingly, "are all men as
large as you?"
	At first all he could manage was an incoherent croak, then,
clearing his throat thick with passion, managed," Some are, and some
aren't, I guess."
	"Do you think we can fit all of you inside me?" she said with a
little smile looking him in the eyes.
	"If we take it slow," he said, and stepping out of his trousers
picked up her slight body and carried her to the waiting berth.  He put her
on the bunk, thankful that as captain, his bed was largest of any aboard.
Still standing, he bent over her and kissed her deeply again.  Leaving her
mouth finally, he began to let his tongue stray over her flesh, kissing
each breast and nipple, breathing deeply of her scent, perfumed by no more
than the delightful smell of aroused woman.  She began to make small sounds
of pleasure as the sensations mounted, his kisses and nibbles slowly moving
down her body over the soft flesh of her belly, his big calloused hands
gently stroking her.  He reached under her butt and moved her more
crossways in the bunk, stepping around to come between her parted thighs.
Slowly he kissed the inside of her legs, coming closer and closer to the
sweet core of her sex.  His head was spinning as he inhaled the musk of her
aroused cunt, and using both hands finally parted her lips to reveal the
beauty of her deepest womanhood.  He began to gently lick at her, and she
suddenly became very still, as if concentrating with her entire being on
the sensations she was now feeling for the first time.  He was enraptured
by the taste and smell of this lovely creature before him, but he patiently
kept his touch very light for a time,  avoiding her clitoris.
He pulled back a little to gaze at her sex, and could see in the dim light
that she was now engorged with blood and fully erect, and as he bent to her
again he finally touched her clit with the tip of his tongue and began to
lick her again.  She gasped, and her body spasmed.  She reached down and
tangled her hands in his hair, holding him to her.  She tensed briefly,
then he felt her relax, and her hips started to move beneath his questing
mouth.  Her taste became more salty, and her flow more copious, then he
felt her clit begin to pull back into it's sheath.  He knew she was close
then, and felt her body begin to tense and jerk, her gasps more deep and
rapid.
	"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" she cried, wordless sounds of pleasure,
as her orgasm shuddered through her body.  As she came down from the waves,
Black eased his kisses back, knowing that she was at the point where more
would be too much, and very softly licked her, and gloried in the gush of
sweet juice that flowed from her.  Then he laid his head on her thigh,
waiting---
	"Dad?", she said in a small voice.
	"What, Kitten."
	"I want you inside me now."
	"I know you do honey" he said, as he got up on the bunk with her.
She straightened on the bed, and he knelt between her legs, his cock
touching her engorged lips.  She reached down and grasped him, and as he
held her open with his hands she guided him into her opening.  He pushed
slowly, and as his thickness entered her, she gave a little gasp.
	"Are you all right sweet?" he asked, stopping for a moment with
just the head of his cock in her. She gave a little nod,with her lower lip
held in her teeth, and he slowly resumed his penetrating of her, moving
with each stroke a little deeper, until finally he was fully inside her,
and they were moving together in the ageless dance of love.
Soon she raised her legs and was urging him deeper into her body, the pace
of their thrusting deepening, their breathing harsher and more gasping.  He
could feel the mounting pressure of his own orgasm approaching, and could
tell that she too was beginning to peak.  No longer capable of conscious
thought they thrust at each other;  deeper, faster, until with shudders and
cries of delight they shared the bliss of orgasm together, for a time
beyond awareness of self.
	"Are you all right baby?" he asked after a time.
	"Oh, yes!  I'm so happy. I never felt anything like that before,
especially when you kissed me like that."
	"I'm glad you liked it."
	"Will you teach me to love you like that?"
	"Sure. If you want"
	"I want you to teach me everything."
	The pair drifted off to sleep, soothed by the sounds of the Black
Witch passing over the calm seas, and were undisturbed by the quiet sounds
of the watch going about the ships business on deck.
	The next day Black was awakened by the pounding of a heavy fist on
the cabin door.
	"Cap!  Sail ho to looward!  Looks like it might be the Merlin!"
called the voice of John Bruce.
	"Right O, John, I'll be right up!" As he leapt out of the bunk
and started to pull on his breeches.  Just before he opened the door to go
on deck, he looked back for one last look at the lovely young woman in his
bed, his step daughter.  She smiled back at him, and he knew things would
never be the same between them again, and he felt his heart rise with
happiness, as he came out on the deck to the sight of a beautiful Caribbean
morning.

THE END