Monique kicked out at him ineffectually with her small bare feet, and she shrieked
when his hand smacked down on her thigh.  “Stop that, Clarette,” he growled.  “It seems
such a waste of time to start over with you.”
     “I’m not Clarette,” Monique screamed.
     In a swift move, Deegan plucked the knife from her hand.  “But you are, girl.  The
centuries could not make me forget your eyes of the sea.”
     Monique whimpered when he crawled towards her and he ran a surprisingly gentle thumb
through her tears.  He whispered, “How I wanted to bring you back to Tortuga and flaunt
you in front of the others.  To have you kneeling by my side, and everyone who looked upon
you would be reminded of the sea.  You denied me that pleasure, Clarette… and you took
that very sea away from me.  Such torment.  And now, you will suffer the same torture you
have exiled me to.”
     Monique managed to stutter, “Please… please don’t hurt me.  My husband has money,
and he’ll pay more than you could possibly earn for me.”
     The remark surprised him.  “You think I want to sell you?”  His laugh echoed off the
walls.  “Oh no, no, Clarette.  You know that would be impossible.  And besides, my wish is
to cause you the same torment I have suffered, though perhaps unlike the others, with you
it will be an endless condition.”
     Monique issued a sob, and once again realized the man was mad.  Without warning, his
other hand reached out and tore the flimsy light sleeping tank from her body.  Monique
shrieked and covered her bared breasts.  The pirate leered at the flesh still bulging
along the edges of her arms, and his fingers hooked through the waistband of her pants. 
She kicked in panic and clawed at his hands, but his efforts were hardly stalled.
     Her garments were tossed onto the floor and she grabbed at the quilt to cover
herself.  Deegan was pleased with her fear-filled whimpers as he stood to disrobe.  His
cock burst from his pants, painfully throbbing with anticipation of being buried once
again in her moist depths, as if it longed to experience the sensations of their last
encounter.
     Monique’s eyes widened at the size of him and she shuddered while she looked
helplessly for a means of escape.  Deegan grabbed her ankle, and she wailed while he
turned her over to clap his hand down on her bottom.  “Stop this nonsense, Clarette.”  He
laid his heavy weight on top of her, anticipating the excitement of once more giving her
the choice of her torture.
     “This new form is just as beautiful as when I saw you last.”  He brushed his hands
down her quivering body.  “I give you the same choice, sorcière,” and he trailed
his finger down the crevice of her bottom.
     Monique trembled beneath him.  Frank had never suggested the act he considered a
perversion, and Monique shrieked with the realization this man’s size would rip her apart.
 She scrambled for a solution to the violation she knew he was intent on perpetrating, and
just as Clarette had done so long ago, the pirate was pleased to feel the minor effort of
her trying to turn.
     This woman was smaller in stature and lacked some of Clarette’s fullness, but her
curves were pleasing and her skin soft and as unblemished as he remembered.  He rolled to
the side and pulled her onto her back.  With his head resting on his hand, he looked down
at her and impatiently brushed away her hand so he could enjoy an unimpeded view of her
quivering breasts as she panted in fear.  His thumb brushed over a light pink nipple,
tightening its puffiness to a firm, erect state that he pinched painfully until she
moaned.
     Monique cried when his hand traveled between her hip bones and over the slight swell
of her belly until he sifted through her blonde curls and spread her fleshy lips.  Perhaps
most disconcerting was the realization she was wet in response to his ministrations, and
she felt an unexpected cramping in her core as her body seemed to be almost wanting him to
fill her.  She had fully expected the experience to be even more agonizing with her dry
passage.  Instead, his stroking was arousing her to a degree that frightened her further.
     “Ah… little witch.  Your mind may not yet remember me, but your body has not
forgotten the passion we shared.”