Hannah opened her eyes to the blackness of the hood and cruel fingers of the footmen digging into her shoulders. She tried to cry out but the sound was muffled by the foul gag in her mouth. Tears forced themselves from beneath her eyelashes. She had never been so low; not when her uncle beat her, not when the minister took her virginity and made her pray until her knees bled. Not even in the forest when that Lawrence tried to fill her belly with child while the rest of the group watched…
Hannah is brought up in the seventeenth century by her cruel uncle and aunt. When a courtier visits he initiates her into the art of sensuality, for which the poor damsel in distress is punished and betrothed to a depraved church minister, who abuses her and then rages that she is a sinner.
Hannah escapes to London, where she encounters more sexual perversions as the maid of an aristocratic lady. She is obliged to take work in a tavern where her beauty causes jealousy and she is sold to a brothel, where she meets the cruellest discipline of all.
Though she is saved, her depraved betrothed finds her and forces her aboard a vessel bound for Jamaica. After being taken by Spaniards they are attacked by a privateer vessel and Hannah again becomes a sex slave.
She tries, and fails, to kill her captor, and when they reach the notorious Port Royal she is disciplined at one of his bizarre orgies. But Hannah’s sensuous nature again comes to the fore, and she realises being the captain’s woman could be her most intoxicating adventure of all.