She was barely 19 or 20, he guessed. He checked her breath, it was normal. He checked her pulse, a bit slow but normal. Well, he didn’t just felt he... nerve but he also felt the smoothness of her skin. Her long fair fingers with painted nails were looking cute. He cuddled her smoothness. It was arousing him. He opened his mask – a built-in man, dark-bearded and broad face.He touched her face and felt her lips. It was a warm, tender round lips glossed with some cherry flavored lip balm. He could. “The entertainment tonight has been sublime, even the last comedy act and your part in it impressed me, but the night needs something to finish it off. Can you entertain us and win your freedom?”Miriam shrugged; unsure of what exactly it was he wanted.“Come, come child. I’m sure you can think of something to amuse the audience.” The people in question, sat silently, intrigued by the interaction and anticipating the outcome. Caligula wasn’t known for his leniency, patience or generosity.Miriam. I could see that. I felt some excitement, consternation, yes, but, a lump of pleasant anticipation had taken root. A real hunch that it was going to work out pretty darn good. "Perhaps it already has. You're both still alive. If you'd a flipped those last 2 carburetor jets at that speed?" It had cost a small fortune to have that (6 Pack) work done. "Yes, Cully, yes." She'd finally relented. I put those thoughts of disaster and calamity away and replaced them with the thoughts of her in the arms. She cannot stop her actions and soon finds herself in that very position pleading for mercy and promising to behave if only the good Captain would desist from her punishment. After some self-pitying tears and sobs, Sophia resigns to her new position and begins to obey the orders of Captain Morgan as if he is her real master. She is surprised when he does bed her straightaway but then just cuddles her next to his side all night long. Her hidden female cave is lonely for the touch of a man's hand.