Fey Suarez - Amethyst Rapture

Sheila felt a ripple of fear run down her spine. She’d seen the horrors Carlos was capable of but had assumed he’d never hurt her. It was his fault. If he hadn’t left her with the cabin boy nothing would have happened. He should have taken her ashore with him.

Sheila wiped Jaime’s juices from her body with the sheet and quickly dressed in her masculine trousers and loose-fitting shirt.

She’d put on the left boot and was putting on the other when Carlos dragged her across the room. He pulled her through the dark hall, up the stairs and across the deck. Sheila hopped up the steps on one foot, tugging at the right boot until it slipped into place. Carlos pointed to the rope ladder. “Climb down.”

Is he going to throw me to the sharks? Sheila had seen Carlos mercilessly throw Spanish mariners to the sharks for fun.

“Go.” Carlos pushed her. “Into the rowboat.”

Sheila saw the dinghy waiting at the bottom of the ladder.

“Vamos!” Carlos pushed her again.

Sheila carefully climbed down the rope ladder with Carlos right behind her. “Back to shore,” he ordered the young oarsman.

Ashore, Carlos paid the boy a coin and pulled Sheila from the skiff. He strode down the cobblestone street, pulling her in tow.

“Where are we going?” Sheila dared ask.

“I’ve warned to keep your petticoats where they belong, yet I find you time and again with men huffing and puffing between your legs. It won’t happen again.”

Sheila was too frightened to mention that she’d never worn a petticoat. Carlos yanked her down a dark alley. It reeked of rotting animals and human waste. Sheila looked into darkened windows, heard the wails of a young child. A woman screamed. God protect me, she thought.

Carlos pulled Sheila through a low doorway. An ancient black woman with wiry gray hair was seated in the center of the room. Shadows danced along the back wall. Dried plants and flowers hung from the ceiling. Jars of unidentifiable objects lined shelves along one wall. A fire with large chunks of incense burned brightly, giving off a pungent odor.

“I was waiting for you.” the woman said hoarsely. Sheila gasped at the woman’s bluish-white cataract-covered eyes.

“You know why I’ve come?” Carlos asked.

“Your woman is too hot. You want to cool down her sexual appetite.”

“I enjoy her sexual appetite,” Carlos responded. “I just don’t want her to fuck anyone but me.”

“Ah.” The wrinkled grin showed a mouth full of rotten teeth.

The bruja stood and walked around the room, taking pieces of plants, opening jars and extracting unidentifiable animal parts. At least, Sheila thought, Carlos wasn’t going to kill her.

“Is she worth it? This is expensive.” The bruja picked up a purple stone the size of a walnut.

Carlos nodded. “How much?”

“Fifty livre.”

“If you can guarantee she’ll be mine I consider it money well spent.”

The witch sat back down in front of the fire. She put everything in one hand and began mumbling to herself. Her voice increased in volume as she chanted. She threw the gem in the fire of burning incense. It began to glow a darker purple. The chanting turned into howling. The woman put a hand on Sheila and threw herbs into the fire on top of the amethyst.

Sheila screamed and fell to the ground. Silence filled the small room.

“What did you do?” Carlos asked.

“She’s all yours,” the old woman said and reached into the fire for the stone. “She was hot-blooded.” She handed the amethyst to Carlos. “Her desire is in this stone. Whenever you need to fulfill your carnal desires, let her hold this. As long as she touches it, her desire will run hot. If she isn’t touching it, she’ll be as chaste as a nun.”

Carlos counted coins into the old woman’s hand. “Don’t let any other woman touch this stone,” the bruja warned. It won’t affect men, but if a woman holds this stone she’ll have her desire combined with that of your puta.”

Carlos stood up and pocketed the amethyst. Sheila was still unconscious on the floor. Carlos slung her over his shoulder and silently left.

Chapter Two

Every crew member had a hangover, but after a night of sex and debauchery they were too satisfied to complain. During the evening, Raul had overheard tales of an injured Spanish galleon laden with cargo. It had been damaged during rough weather and was being repaired in the Bay of Jagua, Cuba. The best time to attack a galleon was when it was crippled. As soon as the crew was rounded up, Venganza set sail.

Sheila woke with a pounding headache and was surprised to find herself fully clothed. Even when she was unconscious from drink Carlos usually took her. Sheila felt she should be insulted that he hadn’t screwed her, but she wasn’t.

Sheila felt oddly out of place when she walked on deck and past the crew members busy at their various tasks. She didn’t sway and flaunt herself. She tried not to look straight at any of the men.

“They chose the Bay of Jagua because it’s going to be difficult,” she heard Carlos say. “Governor Cienfuegos will be at the fortress at the mouth of the bay. He has never lost.”

“Carlos,” Sheila said.

Carlos looked up but didn’t respond. “We arrive tonight. We’ll stop farther along the coast, here.” He pointed to a map. “I’ll take several men with me and we will scout things out.”

“I heard Cienfuegos left to help out after a dispute with the natives on the mainland,” said one of his men.

“That’s great. It’ll be easier to capture a lame ship.” Carlos scratched his nose and looked up. “Sheila, go below decks.”

How dare he talk to me like that? Sheila’s temper flared as she strode away.

* * *

Carlos waited an hour, enough time for Sheila to get into trouble if she wanted to. A direct order was enough to get her in a bad mood. Her favorite way to get back at him was to fuck one of his crew. This was her first test. Carlos searched in several bunks but finally found her in the galley finishing a greasy piece of pork and some boiled potatoes. She sat quietly, not flirting with the cook. Carlos looked at her pensively and decided he couldn’t wait any longer. He’d resisted taking her while she slept and his body was begging to feel release.

“Come with me,” Carlos demanded, grabbing her arm.

“What have I done now?” Sheila asked.

“Have you already forgotten about last night? I caught you with Jaime. You haven’t been punished.”

Sheila usually got hot with those words, but this time she was scared. “What do you mean?”

Carlos threw her over his shoulder and walked directly to his quarters. “I’ll punish you until you scream.” He threw her on his bed.

“Carlos. No,” Sheila begged.

“You’re not in the mood?” he asked, surprised.

“For what?”

“Me.” Carlos unbuckled his pants, and began to massage his hand up and down his staff. He watched Sheila intently as he circled the tip with his thumb. “You’re always hot for a romp.”

Sheila’s eyes grew as wide as saucers and she turned away. “Not now, I don’t feel well.”

Carlos saw fear in her eyes before she turned away and was convinced the enchantment had worked. He pulled the amethyst from his pocket. “Hold this,” he told Sheila.

She gingerly picked up the amethyst with her thumb and forefinger then immediately gripped the gem in her closed fist. Her eyes changed from brown to a heated dark purple. “I change my mind. I want to fuck,” she said, openmouthed, and moved to straddle her lover next to the bed. His manhood bobbed in front of her face. She grabbed his engorged penis and began working it with her hand. His slick precum shone wet on his erection as Sheila’s thumb circled the head, causing the member to increase in size.