Aboard the "Dark Lady"

[Steiner]

With a laugh at Karisma's answer the Captain quickly unrolled the chart he'd been reading when they came in. Pointing to a small island far out from the main trade routes he explained the tip that a Spanish silver convoy was supposed to be pausing there to water on their way home. This new route was expected to miss mosts of the pirates and privateers - except that one of his many paid informants had heard about it.

So it's plunder, Karisma - if we can cut a couple of the merchantmen out of that fleet we'll all be rich

Captain Reaper's cabin was quickly filling up. When the cabin boy piped up again about the forgotten tray, the Captain waved a hand at a clear part of the desk before turning his attention to Jared.

Yes Jared? What is it?

 

[poohlive]

Norton bit his lower lip, looking at her perfect form laying down before him. That moment of tense uneasiness hit him again. He didn't want to do this, not exactly. He just came down here to talk, but no one ever really talked with Bridgette. They came to Bridgette for a very specific reason.
He went over to her, realizing this is probably just what he needed. As his tough and calloused hands started to rub her soft and warm skin, he began to relax, and let the worries of the earlier day go away from him.
Even those memories of the cabin boy exited his mind for a moment. He wanted to make love to this woman, and forget for a moment that some boy made his heart flutter. No need for that, not when Bridgette was practically begging him.
He bent down, against her right shoulder, his teeth scraping across her, nibbling.
"You're not the only one who bites..." His hands massaged her sides, working their way down, from the swell of her breasts, to the curve of her slender hips.
He paused long enough to take his shirt off, and then continue.
"I missed you," He said, leaning down against her, his lips almost touching her ear. They kissed part of her lobe. He let a finger find the part in her thighs, and gently move up the slit.
She was already wet.
He groaned at this, continuing forward.

 

[Adapt]

Pausing as he heard the captains voice call to him, opening the door once more and stepping in…

Eyes once more upon the newly acquired cabin boy, deep beautiful blue sapphire eyes upon her as he stepped, there was something not right about this one, he seemed, he seemed…

He couldn’t seem to place a finger on it…

Sighing to himself he looked up to the Captain…

“It’s the Deckhands, the new ones, that lack the desired qualities of a good crew, Smither was an idiot to hire such a crew a bugs, I knew while I was gone this was going to happen, I haven’t been overworked Captain… so why did you tell me to go have some fun?” his questioned seemed it would have came from his lips in an angry tone, but in reality he spoke it kind of just in a question stance…

He sighed to himself as he glanced back at the cabin boy then to the second…

Then back at the Captain.

 

[Steiner]

Captain Reaper

The Captain's tone was light as he regarded what was possibly the most independent and dangerous of his officers - a notably dangerous and independent lot.

Now Jared, if they were already skilled then you wouldn't be able to train them your way - and I like sailing with deckhands that you've trained.

So saying he shot a stern look at Karisma, the worst arguments on board were those that arose when Jared thought Karisma was making light of him. They hadn't argued for awhile but he was obviously in a testy frame of mind this morning.

You know you'll have them whipped, or beaten, into shape long before we get into battle.

He paused, making certain he approached the subject carefully.
As for your enforced shore leave - I really did want to see you out enjoying yourself. You earned a good bonus on our last cruise, and I wanted you to spend it. And for other people to SEE you spend it. If word got round that my officers clung to the ship at dock, people would think I wasn't paying you enough!

 

[lil miss curious]

mmmmmmmmmmmmm his touch was so nice he didn't seem into it but i would change that. I rubbed my pussy and tasted my juice. I took two finges and soaked them with my juices before putting them in Nortons mouth. I grabbed his arm and turned around and layed on my back. I tease him licking his chest. I undid his pants and started licking his head. I started sucking his beautiful dick and placed his hand back on my pussy

 

[poohlive]

There were a lot of words to describe Bridgette, but as she took the initiative, practially ripped the pants off of him, and took him into her mouth, the only one that came to mind was persuasive.
A sly grin came over his face, as he let her take him over the edge of pleasure.
Bridgette played with his cock in her mouth. Sucking him in, nibbling on the head. He groaned at these attacks, his hips rolling with what pace she set for him. She had an expertise when it came to sucking him, when it came to his cock in general. It didn't take long before he was rock hard, and already feeling the first waves of pleasure through her.
Not wanting to be one sided in this match, his fingers invaded her pussy almost as strongly. He let a single one in, fat and invading deep within the pink folds of her pussy. Every inch inside her that he could touch, he did. As he took it out, covered in juices, he would flick the clit. Then he brought it to his mouth, and tasted the fruit of his spoils.
Back down, amidst her warm puffy lips, and brushing along both sides, he let two fingers wiggle inside, slow and steady. He pushed out, filling her up, moving back and forth, in an effort to mimic fucking her. His two fingers plunged deep within her, back out, and then rode in again, joining with the speed of her own mouth on him.
He let out a groan, feeling all of this at once. She really knew how to get the most out of her men.

 

[Leetah]

Kit

Kaitlyn was stunned into shock when she heard Karisma's question to the Captain. ~Looting? Conquering?~ she thought ~But...but...that doesn't sound like any merchant ship I've ever heard of...~ Her worst fears were confirmed, as she heard the Captain's answer to the other woman. ~Oh no...oh no, it can't be....I can't be aboard a pirate ship!~ But she knew she was. She'd been in such a hurry to escape her fate at home, she'd not taken time to pay enough attention to just how rough the men on this ship were. Now she knew she'd have to be ten times as careful as before. In a daze, she managed to set the tray of food down where the Captain had indicated, and was hoping to slip out, when Jared came back in at the Captain's hail.

Cold blue eyes raked over her again, and he seemed to be trying to sort her out again. She could tell he was disturbed by her, and this frightened her even more than it had previously. The conversation between the Captain and Jared had her stomach sinking to her toes. She'd heard rumors of the whip's punishment, but had not witnessed it as yet. Now she wondered if she would be on the receiving end of that punishment were she to be discovered.

Quietly, she moved toward the door, as the other three seemed to have forgotten her again. Slipping out, she paused a moment, but when no voice called her back, she made her way quickly to the galley once more. Santanna made no comment as she came back in, but was aware that something had upset her. She helped him until all the meal preparations were complete and everything put away, then he motioned her over to the stool she'd occupied earlier.

"Best ya go ahead and eat, Kit Boy, afore the others. Then ya c'n go about yore own business for a bit."

"May I just stay here?" Kaitlyn took a small plate of stew and a chunk of bread, wondering if she'd even be able to choke down anything. She knew she had to eat to keep up her strength. The huge man nodded without comment and she relaxed a bit. Before she knew it, Bronson was poking his head into the galley.

"Ya ready for the party, boy?"

"What? Oh...oh, that....yes, I suppose so."

"C'mon then." Bronson led her into the belly of the ship, where she could hear the booming of voices and the clanging of mugs. It sounded as if the party had started some time ago. When they entered the room, Bronson led her to the center, and putting two fingers in his mouth, let out a shrill whistle. Immediately, the room fell silent.

"Now, me buckos, we want t'welcome this here new cabin boy, Kit, to the ship proper like, don't we?"

A shout went up. "Aye, we do!"

Turning to Kaitlyn, he said "An' the way we do that, me boy, is that ya perform a wee task."

"A task?"

"Aye...ya'll be doin' what we call the 'Bravery Test'." He grinned at her, and the men all cheered.

"Br...bravery test?"

"Aye...jist a simple task really....not much to it..."

Kaitlyn felt her heart pounding like a drum. She didn't like the sound of this at all. These men were enjoying this far too much, and now that she knew what they were....this could not be good.
Taking a deep breath, she asked, "What do I have to do then?"

"Well, it's like this, see. First, ya strip down to nothing, then ya run through the ship to Jared's quarters. Ya steal his whip and bring it back here, and then we'll know what yore made of."

Kaitlyn was stunned, and the men were roaring with laughter at the look on her face. They had used this trick on a quite a few new crew members, particularly those that they thought were weak. If the new man passed the test, he was well respected and liked. If not....well, accidents happened fairly often at sea. She began to protest feebly, but Bronson shook his head. "No choice in the matter, boy. Now, start strippin'."

~What am I going to do?~ was all she could think, looking into those jeering faces. ~This could get ugly very quickly.~ She wondered if she could stall them, but as she'd not moved to start stripping yet, Bronson shook his head again. "It 'pears the boy is shy....let's just help 'em." He reached out with his dagger and split her shirt down the middle, exposing her slender figure...and the cloth that bound her breasts.

 

[Leetah]

A quick note - OOC

OOC - Just to let everyone know, I'm a few hours in the future ahead of you guys, so just continue with what you're doing for now and then you can catch up. I'll post again when everyone gets to about the same place, but there is absolutely NO rush. Hope everyone is having as much fun as me!



Leetah

 

[Adapt]

“As always you are wiser then I Captain, I only hope you forgive my ignorance…” he nodded slightly, he was a man of manners, well respected manners when the time met for it, and in front of the captain it was always due, he honored the captain, he was a good and wise man, nearly correct in ever situation, but when he was incorrect, however rare it was, he let him know it…

“Second…” he nodded to her as well, never calling his superiors by there names, preferably to keep it professional, thou at times the second and himself butted heads occasionally…make that a lot, nearly everything they spoke of gave them different views, but his loyalty was second to none, however when let to his own accord he was highly…volatile, being a venerable war hero at least gave him that much…

Soon leaving the two to there bearings he continued on his walk, down the corridors in his smiling manner that few were luck to see, he found calm in strolling the muted corridors, taking a couple of turns he found where the others were partying, hearing just enough to know why his whips were winding up in some of the deckhands hands, his teeth clenched as he heard Bronson, on of the crew speak to the new one, his head lifted as his chin stuck out slightly, he was… annoyed to say the least, his heavy boots carried him into the room…

“Well, well, well, a gathering of thick headed idiots…” the crew recoiled in horror as his booming voice filled the room, all of them knew they couldn’t take on a man of his stature, even the whole lot of them, the smart ones started to scatter, like bugs from a light…

His finger moving up and pointing…

“YOU!” he pointed to Bronson, his deep heavy swallowed was heard thru the whole cabin…

“So you have been sending the new deckhands after my whip huh?” he drew the whip with lighting quick precision, a snap of it an a huge gouge marked his face…

“I suspect you want to die you deck scrubbing, urchin sucking, toe kisser” he pulled back the whip in immediate succession…

The form of the whip soon came back and then with the spasm of his elbow he unleashed another brutal slash across his cheeks now…

 

[papillon24]

Karisma

Ahh..looting. It was her favorite past time. The richer from the merchant ships would pay off well.

As Jared came and went she nodded to him refusing to say much to him. Never have they been on good terms with each other.She knew not why but she belived that he thought that he should be second comanding over a woman. Quickly she shrugged off the thought and turned her attentions to the captian.

"What be his problem tis mornin'? Probably due to no lovin on shore. Por feller."

 

[Steiner]

Captain Reaper

Raising an eyebrow at the atheltically formed woman sprawled on his desk Reaper smiled wryly at his number two.

Yes, well... Not all of us have time for carousing when we reach shore.

As the captain he had plans to make, trading partners and fences to visit. He had to stay on the right side of the governor in order to keep his papers current. Customs needed to be befriended so that they didn't count the number of guns on his ship.

It hadn't left much time for relaxation, and he found his eyes tracing the lines of Karisma's body under her rough clothes, stopping himself with a shake of the head.

 

[lil miss curious]

I continued my work on his cock sucking and nibbling away. As his fingers invaded and teased me i let out a moan of pleasure. I very slowly licked the underside of his dick untill i heard a whip crack and a scream. I got up and grabbed a shirt and pants. I gave Norton a peck as i grabbed my rum and ran to the comotion. There i saw a man bein whipped in the face. I sat and watched in awe as this punishment revolved around the new cabin boy. Norton quickly followed as we watched the situation unfold

 

[poohlive]

Norton almost pulled her back to the bed. His cock, hard and now straining against him, needed to release. He watched as she got dressed, and grabbed a bottle of rum, that he only felt the once pleasure, now pain that strained his cock.
Throwing on some pants, he ran out to see the problem. He was angered about the interruption, but more importantly wanted to see just what was going on.
Jared had apparently come back from vacation just as pissed off as when he'd left. Norton could see the devil in his eyes as he took so much pride in punishing with that whip.
He saw Bridgette going into the crowd, and followed her at first. It wasn't until he saw the new cabin boy, with shirt undone that turned him away from her.
Of course, that was why everyone would be down the bowels of the ship. This must have been the bravery test. They had wanted him to run around naked.
Norton grabbed the young lad, sneaking him off in another direction. Part of him just didn't want the boy getting in trouble. It wasn't his fault he was new, and no one, no matter how hard the Hazing was... no one deserved Jared's wrath on their first day. Another part of him, wanted an excuse to talk to him, get to know him, find out what in the hell was so wrong with him.
Norton took him back to the hold, where most of the cargo was placed until needed in other parts of the ship. It had a door, and that was good enough for now.
He closed it, pressing close against the cabin boy, his ear to the door. The smell of sex and sweat was still lingering on him, and his shirtless chest brushed against the Cabin Boy's.
Norton paused, breathing, wondering if they were followed. He heard the far off shouts, but nothing more.
"Good," He said, looking down at the cabin boy now, relieved for just a few moments.
"What's wrong? You wouldn't do the test? You could have gotten into a lot of trouble you know. That whip has killed more than one cabin boy for being in the wrong place at the wrong time."
He didn't know if the boy was scared from almost getting caught, or the hazing, or something else, but there was definite fear in his eyes.
He noticed that the young man's shirt was undone, the strict cloth revealing the silk features underneath. Was that an undershirt? It looked too baggy.
He couldn't tell, the shirt was covering, but something didn't look right under there. Was he holding something? Norton slowly peeled the shirt away from his front, trying to get a better look. In the broken light of the cargo hold though, he couldn't tell much.
If a candle had been close by, he might have seen it almost at once, but now, at night, and deep under the ship, it wasn't visible to him... not yet.

 

[papillon24]

Karisma

"Captian, are you callin me a lazybones? Carousing I deserve after that long haul for the last four months out at sea. And besides.. We all deserve a bit of fun. "

She looked down at the pile of paper on the desk he had been working on.

"Don't worry yer little 'ead about the customs. I'll take care of that little problem. you know how they all love me. Just get me a bit of lace and linnins and things and make all girly like the last time."

She thought back to the last time they went through the customs. The Men of the govener had been so busy speaking to her that they forgot all about the gun count. A laught left her lips as she remembered about all the fun she had that night and the loot she snuck out of the mens barraks as well.

"You captian..I believe need a break." She steped down from where she sat on the desk and moved around to behins him letting her hands land on his shoulders rubbing gently."

 

[Leetah]

Kit

Kaitlyn stood there horrified, and too stunned to move when the shirt fell open. Bronson was just starting to move toward her, reaching out with the knife to cut through the suspicious looking cloth, when Jared's heavy boots sounded in the corridor and he was entering the room, looking about as friendly as a hurricane. In fact, a hurricane would probably have appeared much friendlier at the moment.

“Well, well, well, a gathering of thick headed idiots…” His voice sounded lounder than normal in the silence that had fallen, and quite a few of the crewmen scampered away like rats. Kaitlyn continued to stand where she was, trembling, not sure what to do. Jared wheeled around facing Bronson and pointing a finger in his face, growling out “YOU! So you have been sending the new deckhands after my whip huh?”

The whip cut the air, and then Bronson was clutching his face, howling in agony as a huge gouge appeared there. Kaitlyn wanted to scream, her eyes wide with terror, but she knew it could mean her death if she did. So far, no one was the wiser as to her gender. The whip raised again, as Jared snarled “I suspect you want to die you deck scrubbing, urchin sucking, toe kisser” He lashed at the other man's face again, and Kaitlyn could not help but retreat a step. She was vaguely aware of the redhead suddenly appearing on the scene, and then her arm was grabbed and she was pulled away from the awful scene.

Quickly she was led through the ship into what appeared to be the cargo hold, and her rescuer closed the door behind them. She then saw the man who had pulled her away was Norton. She had barely spoken to him before, and didn't know why he had pulled her away from the melee, but she was thankful. He was still holding her arm, and they were standing closer than she felt comfortable with, as he listened at the door for pursuit. She could smell the sweat on his body and some other odor she couldn't identify.

Finally Norton seemed satisfied that no one had followed them, and he turned to her. "Good." He stared down at her for several minutes, then said "What's wrong? You wouldn't do the test? You could have gotten into a lot of trouble you know. That whip has killed more than one cabin boy for being in the wrong place at the wrong time." Kaitlyn couldn't seem to find her voice, so she just stared at him, her fear evident in her wide sapphire eyes. It was very dim in the room they were in, so she was hoping he wouldn't be able to see just how frightened she was.

Norton's eyes dropped from her face, to her open shirt, and seemed to be appraising what he saw. Once again, Kaitlyn was too frozen to move when his hand reached out and plucked at the silk that bound her breasts. He tugged at it and seemed to be trying to ascertain just what the material was doing there. She was thankful there was no more light, for she knew he would know her secret by now otherwise. Suddenly, she tried to step away from him, and involuntarily, his fingers closed more tightly on the material. The ship suddenly pitched just enough, to make Kaitlyn lose her balance, and as she slipped backwards, the material was still grasped in Norton's fingers, and her true nature was now revealed to his eyes.

 

[poohlive]

Norton stared as the silk cloth unwrapped, falling down to the dirty musty floor. He held part of the ribbon in his own hand, the silk cascading from his rough fingertips, down between them.
He met her eyes, rage inside of them. If he didn't think Jared might hear him, he would have screamed bloody murder at her.
It was a girl, it was a fucking girl. Their cabin boy.
With a rough tug, he yanked the shirt off of her. She stood there, bare chested, next to Norton, who was just the same.
The first feeling that swept through him was relief. He had been so confused and turned on by some young lad, only to turn out that it was a fucking girl the entire time.
"So, what, you trying to run away? Make a man out of yourself here? Is that it?"
He wouldn't let her cover herself up, pulled what clothing he had ripped from her between him and her.
"What's your name, what the hell are you doing here?"
His eyes tried to hold her own, but he couldn't help move down to those creamy breasts, with the succulent nipples. If he didn't know any better, he could swear the fright was making them as hard as pebbles.
The cold room didn't help any either.
All of a sudden his unfulfilled urges earlier from Bridgette came back once more, in full force. He was aware of her smell, feminine in its own right, her wide eyed stare, her silken skin, and wanton body.
Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all. Norton smiled. Yes, a little satisfaction was in order.

 

[Leetah]

Kaitlyn

Kaitlyn watched the emotions play over Norton's face. He was furious with her, his eyes blazing as he met her own. She scrambled to her feet as best she could, and then he was ripping the shirt off of her slim shoulders. Wordlessly, helplessly, she stood there, unsure of what he would do next.

His voice was filled with venom, as he spat at her "So, what, you trying to run away? Make a man out of yourself here? Is that it?" She tried to grab her shirt from his hands, wanting to cover herself, but he wouldn't let her, holding the garment tauntingly between them. Her eyes begin to fill with tears, as he snapped "What's your name, what the hell are you doing here?"

Kaitlyn was shivering from the cold and from her fright. Her creamy skin was pebbled with goose pimples, and her rosy nipples were hard as tiny pebbles. She watched his eyes travel over her nakedness, lingering upon each breast, as if he were sampling them with his eyes. He moved a step closer to her, and suddenly a smile lit his features. This was not, however, a nice kind or gentle smile; rather, it was the smile of the cat who had eaten the canary...or was about to.

Kaitlyn felt her anger rise suddenly, remembering a similar look on Edgar's face as he had pawed at her. Pulling herself to her full height, and looking Norton square in the eyes, she put out a small cold hand and pressed it against his bare chest. His skin felt warm under her frozen fingers, and absurdly for a moment, she wanted to lean into him, just to warm herself. Despite her half-naked state, she lifted her chin and said "My name is Kaitlyn Adams. I am here because I had no choice in the matter, and that is all you need to know. I would like my shirt back now, if you please. Ladies do not stand around half-dressed with men they barely know."

She was furious herself now, but underneath the fury, fear still reared its ugly head. She knew she was completely at his mercy, and at the moment, Norton didn't appear to possess much mercy.

 

[Steiner]

Karisma's lithe movement off the desk had been a study in grace, muscles flowing and the Captain's attention had been focused on the sight of her, not thinking of the implication.

Her hands settled onto his shoulders and he felt the hairs on his arms prick up at the sensation. He'd felt her touch before, of course, but the firm grip that supported him when he'd been wounded and the comradely arm around his shoulders the last time they'd gone drinking felt very different to this. Her fingers, stroking him, were soothing but also assessing the strength of the muscle on his thick shoulders. The sensation had him arching like a cat, back into her touch, but it didn't seem to lessen the tension, rather it fed it, making him very aware of a hunger he hadn't known he had ten minutes ago...

 

[poohlive]

Norton held out the shirt, and piece of silk that had once wrapped her breasts so bountifully in their fibers. He threw them atop a pile of supplie, dangling way out of either of their reaches.
"No," He said, sticking his face right into her, looking at her tall and proud stance now, knocking her down a fucking peg or two. She had no right to rant to him on whatever subject. HEre he was, thinking he had some kind of gay thoughts running around in his head, loving boys and fucking other men, and she was a fucking girl, with a fucking pussy.
"No, you are not a lady. You are a cabin boy. Kit the Cabin Boy aboard the Dark Lady. My name is Norton, a second mate aboard the Dark Lady. You see, Kaitlyn, I outrank you..."
Something frightfully delighting struck in his eyes, as he looked down at her supple form now.
"Do you have any idea what the captain is going to do to you once he finds out who you are? Or Jared? That whip has spilled blood on both men and women's backs. Bridgette's taken a beating from it herself... although to tell the truth, I think she liked it a little bit. You are lucky if you leave this ship alive, much less intact. Have you ever been raped? Roughed up by some stinky sweaty sailors, left to wipe the cum off your face with a dirty towel before the next man has his turn?"
He wanted to scare her more than anything else. Just to let her feel that she had no power her, no safety. She was in a dangerous cage, and since they had left port, there was no real way out.
"Take off the rest of your clothes," He said, looking down at the pants that covered soo much, " I outrank you. You have to obey my orders. So, here's how it works. I'll tell you to do a few things in here, I won't take your sex... but just have a little fun. You know... guy and girl stuff. If you are a good girl, I'll take you to the captain, and let him decide, if you aren't... then I'll leave this room, lock it, and make sure every single man in this boat knows who you are, and where you are. We'll all take a turn..."
Norton leaned against the door, barring her only exit. His need was growing, and the cock in his pants pained to get out and release.
Soon enough, he thought, looking at her, soon enough.

 

[Adapt]

Scampering feet were heard right outside the door to where Norton was hiding with the cabin boy and then the heavy feet quicker then even the scampers…

“You lousy pieces of ungrateful rat shit!” he bellowed as his forearm swung and knocked a man clear across the corridor…

The long whip un-furrowed once more the long leather bound whip had a reputation of claiming the souls of those he chose, the sting of whip was heard and then a bellow of agony as the outlines of a man falling to his knees was seen under the door way…

“All of you are worthless pieces of shit” a clutching sound was heard then the silhouette of the man being lifted off the ground was seen under the gap of the door to the storage room…

Then a huge slam as Jared slammed the man against the door…

“I don’t know why I don’t just kill the lot of ya” he growled as he let the man go, dropping to the floor with a thud, a bunch of the others had come to watch, a man had actual stood up against Jared, a new deckhand, a new disrespectful deckhand…

As they moved away from the door, the circle of people formed, blocking the door even…

“Oh ole’ Frankie is going to hava reson why people call him ole’ dead eye now” A deckhand roared in laughter at the others joke…

“I be surprised if ole’ Frankie lives thru this beating…” another commented, the voices clear and audible…

“What the fuck are all of you looking at, did I ask for a fucking audience
?!” Jared was heard clearly over the crowed…

“Get the fuck out of my way you lazy eyed slacked jawed sons-of-a-bitches!” the crowed quickly dispersing as many drug away ole’ Frankie’s broken body, again like the usual he cleaned the blood on his crimson cloth…

“Damn deckhands” he chuckled to himself apparently safe now that everyone was gone…

Shaking his head he heard a nose coming from the storage area…

He stepped closer, looking about…

His hand coming towards the handle to the door…

“Hey! Jared! You ole’ sea monster, come have something to eat!” Laven, the other Crew Master shouted…

He chuckled lowly and turned…

“Damn rats…” he looked back at the storage area before leaving back to the mess…

 

[Leetah]

Kaitlyn

Kaitlyn watched as Norton threw her shirt away, her eyes following its path as it landed, then darting back to him. "No." His voice chilled her. "No, you are not a lady. You are a cabin boy. Kit the Cabin Boy aboard the Dark Lady. My name is Norton, a second mate aboard the Dark Lady. You see, Kaitlyn, I outrank you..." She felt her fury suddenly disappearing, leaving nothing but the terror, particularly as his eyes slid slowly down her body again. It only increased as he continued.

"Do you have any idea what the captain is going to do to you once he finds out who you are? Or Jared? That whip has spilled blood on both men and women's backs. Bridgette's taken a beating from it herself... although to tell the truth, I think she liked it a little bit. You are lucky if you leave this ship alive, much less intact. Have you ever been raped? Roughed up by some stinky sweaty sailors, left to wipe the cum off your face with a dirty towel before the next man has his turn?"

The thoughts he was putting into her head were almost enough to force a scream from her lips, but the thoughts of rape kept her silent. She felt ill, her stomach churning, her hands trembling as if she had palsy of some sort. She turned a pleading look to him, but his next words dashed any hope she had that he might be kind to her.

"Take off the rest of your clothes. I outrank you. You have to obey my orders. So, here's how it works. I'll tell you to do a few things in here, I won't take your sex... but just have a little fun. You know... guy and girl stuff. If you are a good girl, I'll take you to the captain, and let him decide, if you aren't... then I'll leave this room, lock it, and make sure every single man in this boat knows who you are, and where you are. We'll all take a turn..."

Norton was leaning against the door, and Kaitlyn knew there was no escape. She genuinely didn't know exactly what he meant by 'guy and girl stuff'...her only experience in those matters had been at Edgar's rough hands, and she'd managed to hurt him before he'd gone too far. Otherwise, she was innocent in those matters. She understood vaguely that he wasn't going to rape her....at least, not exactly, but she didn't know what he would do. She glanced down at her trousers, then her eyes happened to catch a glimpse of the bulge in his own.

Knowing she had absolutely no choice in the matter, Kaitlyn's hands went to the tie of her trousers. Just as she was untying it, there was a huge commotion in the corridor outside the room. They could hear Jared's voice shouting, along with several others. They could see feet moving in the crack below the door to their room, and then Kaitlyn could not help but let out a whimper when a body crashed against the door. Things quieted down after that, but then they heard Jared mumbling something.

The ship lurched again, and Kaitlyn stumbled into a crate, the noise piercing the silence. They heard Jared's footsteps moving toward the door, and could see his boots standing there. Kaitlyn felt all the colour drain from her face, but then a voice called to Jared and they heard him leaving. She let out the breath she didn't even know she'd been holding, then with some shock, realized that Norton's attention was back on her again, and he was still waiting for her to strip.

Her sapphire eyes were filled with unshed tears and fear, as Kaitlyn slowly untied the trousers. She felt completely numb at this point, as if she'd gone into shock. She slid the garment slowly down her slender hips, until they pooled at her feet. Bending over, she stepped out of them and laid them aside. Now she stood before him, clad only in her boots and a pair of white silk bloomers. She knelt and unlaced her boots, sliding them from her shapely legs, and placing them with the trousers, then standing up again, she hooked her fingers beneath the waist of the bloomers, and slid them down, letting them join the other garments.

Kaitlyn now stood completely naked before the Second Mate. She could no longer meet his eyes, and her head bowed in shame. Never before had any man seen her naked, and this was certainly not the way she'd planned for the first one to. She stood in the dingy hold, her head bowed and her ebon locks still hanging in a braid that fell just below her shoulders. She stood perfectly still and waited for her fate, her thoughts touching upon each ghastly scenario Norton had given her.

 

[Leetah]

Santanna

The old man had known there would be trouble, but he'd not guessed just how bad it really would be. He'd made his way down below just in time to see Jared turn Bronson into his whipping boy, and then turn his anger loose on the rest of the crew. Of course, Brigette was there; she always managed to find where the action was. She looked a bit disheveled, so he didn't have to wonder what she'd just been doing.

He looked around for Kit, who he had seen a few minutes ago, her shirt hanging open, but now she seemed to have disappeared. So had several others, so there was no telling where she'd gone...or with whom, for that matter. He had been afraid her secret would be discovered tonight, but he didn't know if it had been just yet or not. Somehow, he didn't think so, or she'd probably still be here.

Santanna felt he had to find her before she was harmed. He had to get her to the Captain while she was still "intact". He didn't know what Captain Reaper would do to her, but she'd probably be safer with him than at the hands of the crew...or Jared. Determined to locate her, hopefully before her secret was out, he stumped away.

 

[poohlive]

The tension on the door Norton leaned against brought itself to a crescendo outside. He gritted his teeth, thinking for a moment it would be him the one taking all of those threats he put upon Kaitlyn just before.
It passed, and as Norton turned to his new treasure now, he realized they would be alone for a long while. Most of the guys were either going back to work, or to sleep. They had the whole bottom to themselves.
Her naked form looked vivid in the dream light that shaded her features. Norton couldn't help but twitch his hands in an effort to touch her, feel that smooth and creamy skin against him, pulling him towards it.
He moved to her, stood right next to her, put his hands on her arms, caressing up and down.
"Just relax," His voice soft now, smooth, "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to touch."
His hand touched her breast, covering it, smothering it. He felt the weight, kneaded it softly, let the nipple roll around a finger. The soft skin connecting to his palm, almost sucking in the heat.
"You smell soo good," He bent down, his head beside her, letting his rough cheek brush against her own, his nose taking in a whiff of her recently cut hair. To him, he thought it should have been longer. It would have looked better longer.
His lips, soft and ginger, found her neck.

 

[papillon24]

Karisma

His body arched into her hands as she gently kneaded her fingeres into his shoulders.

"Just relax captian all will be well in good time." Her form drifted forward moving gently and gracefully till she stood face to face with the captian. Her fingeres danced slowly and playfully along his shoulders bracing her body as she moved.

In an instant, with swift movemnets she swung a leg over the captians lap letting her for stradle him in his chair.

"Bet ya neva thought of ole Karisma in this way"

 

[Steiner]

His hands came up as she swung into his lap, sliding up her legs to gently grasp her hips as she settled onto him.

She was right, Karisma had been his right hand for so long that he'd ceased to look beneath her masculine garb at the woman beneath. He decided that he was going to take the time to look properly now he had the opportunity.

Her hands were still lightly teasing his skin, rather than the direct assault he expected she was teasing and soothing him at the same time, skillfully feeding the fire she'd already lit inside him, making his hands tighten on her hips as he hardened beneath her.