The Ship

Chapter 5

Decided to take a suggestion and try a little something new, and put this chapter from the point of view of Penny herself.


The food was being set at the table as we were sitting down. It was far fancier than I expected. It was

almost like a feast of celebration was being set, but the celebration of something unknown. I still could not

tell if the captain really fell for my game, I didn’t want to jeopardize anything if he had, so I sat in near

silence.
The smells of the food brought my hunger out even more. It smelled of a sort of roast. I was officially

very hungry. I had hoped that the urge to eat something decent since I had left home and my hunger would excuse

me from saying anything. Although the captain thought it was quite odd.

“Penny, you say nothing, bit odd, for someone like yerself, don’t ya think?” he asked.

“No,” I responded as nonchalantly as I could.

“Bit strange ya see, especially since ya wouldn’t shut yer mouth earlier. Makes me think ya might be hidin’

something?”he said.

I could feel the pit in my stomach growing tighter and tighter and my heartbeat quickening. Perhaps I was

right; he hadn’t really fallen for my game. Maybe he got rid of Carl just out of the jealousy of his dark evil

heart. After all Carl had his hands all over me. I instigated it, but it was the only way out. I didn’t want to

be put through another beating; my body wasn’t nearly as recovered as I had wished it be so many hours later. I

had really hoped I could stay unrevealed for longer. The captain was a cruel man, and horrible, awful person. The

bastard quartermaster followed in his evil ways. Maybe the captain was worse than the quartermaster; after all,

the quartermaster did what the captain told him to do. Bastard the captain was. What made him want to provide me

with a decent meal? Was there something behind his motives? Why was he being so nice? Was it to get something

out of me so he had some reason to beat the shit out of me again? And what the hell was up with that portrait,

who was that woman? The captain noticed they were out of place, I know he did, he paused when he saw them. Would

he be stupid enough to believe that Carl would be going through such things? I really hope so. Or would he be

smart enough to know I planned the whole thing, oh I really hope not.

“Penny? You fail to speak, are ya hiding something?” the captain asked again. He caught me off guard I was too

caught up in my thoughts to respond. Crap, now what?

“No Captain, I ain’t hidin’ a thing.” I said as stable as I could.

“Ya sure bout that?” he asked more demanding.

“Yes.” I replied.

“Then why do ya take so long to respond to a question?”

“I didn’t know you were asking a question…and I’m hungry.” I’m afraid that response was not so confident

sounding, shit!

“Really?” he said disbelievingly.

“Hm.hm...” I said in mid bite of my food, not looking at him.

I continued to look down at my quickly disappearing meal. I decided to eat a bit slower, to give me time where

I did not have to speak. I was having trouble swallowing as the knot in my stomach continued to grow tighter. It

made me think of the knot around my hands and feet earlier. I nearly choked as the pain of the experience came

back at me. No I was stronger than this, I refuse to let the captain scare me, it won’t work. I have to pull

through this, I have to stay strong, I must keep up my defense. As I was eating I took a quick barely noticeable

glance at where the captain had been sitting, he was no longer there. Then within an instant he was next to me,

where I was on the opposite side of the table.

“Tell me missy…What be on that mind of yers?”he asked accusingly.

“Nothing is on my mind Captain, I assure you.” I said directly looking at him, but more annoyed.

“I think yer lying, little missy!”

“I ain’t lying, and the name is-“I began to say angrily.

“Silence!” he said cutting me off.

This bastard really wanted me to get mad, just so he could go at me. I was getting tired of being called

names, being his bait, I was tired of him, and I wanted revenge.

“If ya don’t mind I’d like to finish my meal,” I responded angrily.

“Oh I do mind, and I think you be done with that,” he said as he began pulling it away.

“No, I’m not finished!” I yelled.

“Oh you are!” he shoved the food off the table and grabbed me pushing me face down on the table pulling my arms

behind me.

“I hate you! Let-”

“Ya hate me? Ah so do all, ha ha,” he laughed.

“Let me go!” I struggled.

“I sense a bit of…what’s it called…Ah yes…De ja vu!” he said demonically.

“Asshole!” I responded.

“Ah the wench likes name callin’ does she? Ah ass...hmm, oh I know.” He said pulling my breeches down.

“No! Let me go!” I struggled to free his grasp but he only held tighter. He held me down with one arm, while

he pulled my breeches down with the other hand. He pulled them down just enough that they could fall on their own

down to my ankles. Suddenly his hand came crashing down on my ass. The pain stung through my entire body.

“Now tell me what tis on that mind of yers?” he demanded.

“Nothing!” I said right as his hand came down again. I could feel the tears in my eyes filtering out, as the

captain spanked my already sore self. I would not let him see my tears. I don’t want to let him get to me, but it

is almost out of my control. I won’t let myself submit to his power, never! I’m stronger than this, I know I am!

“Liar!” He was furious now. I should have been less obvious, damn it! The captain knew exactly what was on my

mind; he was just trying to force it out of me. I was running out of ideas. I was letting him control me. No, it

won’t work. He can’t control me, never, I kept saying to myself. The captain kept asking the same question, I

continued to give the same answer, even as each blow seemed more powerful than the previous. I couldn’t tell if

they were or not, my mind was in shambles. My body was winning over me, I could feel myself getting wetter. I

really hoped the captain wouldn’t notice.

“Wench’s they all lie!” He yelled. “I know you lying, tell me what you saw?” he demanded. Tell him what I saw?

That’s it, the bastard finally came out with the question. He knew it was me, he knew it all along, damn it, how

could he figure that out. How could he after what I thought to be a convincing show.

“This key,” he said waving it in front of my face, “this key, ya found it, and ya opened them locks, didn’t ya!”

“No!” I said, then wondering why, he already knew, yet I still felt the need to deny it. I could not give in,

I just couldn’t. “I ain’t see nothin’, and I ain’t know what ya talkin’ about!” I just kept denying it digging

myself into a deeper and deeper hole.

“Ughh! He roared, “If ya think yer gettin’ outta this one with some story, it ain’t gona work. I ain’t playin

yer game wench! It ain’t work the first time and it ain’t workin’ now! Tell me!” I sensed a different tone in his

voice, although still furious, he appeared to be sounding…weaker. Was I winning? I was winning against the

bastard’s cruel heart. Why was he getting weaker? Did he feel bad for what he was doing to me? I didn’t say a

word, I kept silent. “Tell me the truth!” he roared again. I still didn’t answer. I wasn’t sure how to answer.

“All right wench, yer asking for it!” I heard what sounded like the unbuckling and sliding off of a belt. Was

he really going to use that on me? Fuck! I was so focused on my thoughts and not answering I didn’t notice the

sound of the belt swinging through the air until it struck my ass. “Ahh!!” I screamed. I really could not handle

anymore beatings, if I let him in on that thought, he’d win, I couldn’t let him win.

“Ya gona tell the truth or ya want more?” he asked horridly. He didn’t even give me time to respond before he

struck me again. Please no more, please I can’t take this I kept saying to myself. The belt came down again. The

tears fell down my face, and a whimper escaped my mouth, just enough for the captain to hear me.

“Oh…not so tough anymore are we?”he replied in a less than sincere tone, as he rubbed his rough finger over my

tear. Damn it I’ve lost, he’s won. He’s going to expect me to be submissive more than ever now. I wasn’t sure if

his question was rhetorical or not, and did not respond. Another strike came down. “Yer a horrible bastard!” I

yelled in my crying. I could not take it anymore I could not take it. “I warn’d ya to watch yer tone wench!”

Another strike came down. “Ahhh!!” I screamed again. I was in so much pain, yet I was wet, so much that my juices

were dripping down my leg. Suddenly the strikes stopped. The captain had his fingers resting on my sex. He moved

them around as he used his other hand to apply pressure to my new welts. I wanted to cry, and I wanted to come, I

wanted him inside me. Just then at that thought his finger went inside, and then there were two fingers inside. I

was tight, he knew it, but he added a third finger anyway. The pain between his fingers stuffed up inside of me

and the pressure he was applying to my ass was unbearable.

“Now tell me what you saw!” he said. I was so distracted I still didn’t respond, suddenly his fingers were

moving quicker, faster, harder. It hurt, it hurt like hell. He was smacking my ass as the same time with his

hand. I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to. He was doing it on purpose he had to be. I was on the verge of coming

when his fingers stopped and pulled out. He took the belt and was hitting me again. I was so furious I just

burst at him.

“Stop it, just stop it!” I said between tears, as he kept hitting me. “Your evil heart is what made her leave

wasn’t it! And yer son too! You bastard!” Suddenly the belting stopped, and the captain thrusted me up, throwing

me over on my back, slamming me into the table. I could see his face now; we could see each other’s faces now. He

was even more furious and red in the face. “Where’d ya hear that!” he shouted. I glared at him, in too much pain,

and too angry to respond at the time. “Isn’t it!” I yelled, after a brief moment.He looked as if he were going to

strangle me.Instead his hand slapped me hard across the face. Then right after he slapped me, he went to grab me,

but stopped himself right before he got to me, and backed off. He turned away, trying to hide his face, although

I could still catch a glimpse of it. His face flushed from fury to something else, something that was unclear,

something indescribable.