Captive at Sea.

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth pulled at Cervantes' hair... not sure if she was trying to pull him closer, or force him away. He was driving her insane, of that she was sure.

When he closed his teeth over her clit, she cried out, panting and moaning in her need for release.

Her body reacted instinctively... moving toward the source of pleasure. Her legs opening, her hips lifting, her hands pulling his face closer... she was flooded with greed. She wanted everything this man was offering... the pleasure, the brief moments of pain as his mouth assaulted her, the explosion that was building even now... She put her legs over his shoulders and moved against him... taking all that he was offering and demanding more... and then more...

 

[Artimus DeLoke]

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[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

He was growling again with his lustful hunger for the salty sweet taste of this woman's sex. There was the slightest hint of the wine he'd used upon her before lingering within her juices and he drank it all in just as greedy for the taste of her as she was for the assaults of his mouth. His tongue darted into her, envading her tight slick pussy with wild abandon. She could feel his tongue churning inside of her, collecting all her sweet feminine moisture. Drawing it out, he licked his lips glaring at her with his wolfish lust and moaned deeply. Then he captured her clit between his teeth again and drew away, letting it slip from between them and free, only to clasp it again and again, letting it slip free each time. Finally he caressed his lips about the little hot pink nub and suckled upon it, grazing the tip of his tongue across it ever now and then.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth knew she was lost. Her words had become animalistic groans and growls, her need almost feral. Cervantes was taking her to the very brink of oblivion and she wanted nothing more than to take the leap.

Her body was on autopilot. Acting on instinct, on the need to be taken... to be used for pleasure. Cervantes' growls only made her need more intense... his teeth seeming to attack every nerve in her body until she was thrashing and writhing on the bed. Her skin on fire, her muscles trembling and aching. She couldn't seem to get close enough to him.

She wanted him filling her again. Taking and taking until she was empty... and then taking again until she was restored.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

As his hot mouth ceaslessly assaulted Elizabeth's clit, Cervantes slid his right hand along her inner thigh, extending his thick fingers, he pushed two of them deep into her, penetrating her with them, he began to drive them into her sex with quick short stabs, the tips of his fingers curling up inside her to stroak along the most sencitive places hidden within her.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth felt herself shattering... she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her... shaking her to the core. Darkness descended around her as she gave herself up to pleasure. A sacrifice offered and accepted.

Cervantes continued with his assault... prolonging Elizabeth's pleasure/torture. Watching her as she accepted his possession of her.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

After Elizabeth's orgasm's subsided, Cervantes withdrew his fingers from her sex, tasting them, cleaning them off with his tongue, then he returned his mouth to her sex, lapping it clean of her juices. When he was satisfied, he slid up next to her, laying, propped on one elbow, he looked her over then back into her eyes. "How could a man, any man, not want to do everything in his power to rescue such a beautiful spanish flower..." As he spoke, his hand trailed along her inner thigh, brushed lightly across her sex, over her stomach, to caress her breast in his palm. "From an evil, blood thirsty pirate and his dog of a crew?" Cervantes asked with a knowing smirk.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth sighed as Cervantes' hands moved leisurly over her flesh.

"No one would risk their life to 'rescue' something that was given to them as payment of a debt."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"We will see... On the morrow when we reach port... Sleep now, little lass..." He said as he pulled the heavy blankets up over them both.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth sank into an exhausted sleep with Cervantes' voice still in her ear. The boat's gentle rocking coupled with the violent pleasure she'd experienced resulted in a dreamless, death-like sleep.

She awoke later, alone in the bed. She guessed it was day, judging from the commotion on deck, but couldn't see a window in this chamber.

As she crawled from the bed, she looked down at her dress. It was crumpled and torn, no longer wearable. She turned to the drawers under the bed and rummaged through them. Finding a pair of breeches and a white shirt, she slipped them on, discarding her underthings. These clothes would just have to do until she found a shop near the port. She twisted her hair into a knot at the nape of her neck and retied it with the red ribbon she'd been wearing the night before.

Walking into the adjoining chamber, Elizabeth's eyes fell on her trunk. Glancing around to make sure she was alone, she grabbed up a small cloth bag, opened the top of hte chest and began filling the bag. Just as she was hiding her recovered money inside the borrowed breeches, she heard Cervantes' voice outside the door.

She quietly closed the lid of the trunk as he walked into the room.

Blushing at the memories from last night, as well as the thought that he's somehow know she'd been stealing her money back, Elizabeth turned to Cervantes. "Have we reached port? I do hope you'll allow me to leave, with the promise that you can keep my trunk and my belongings."

All the time she was speaking, she was hoping for something far different, and far more dangerous. She almost hoped he'd demand that she stayed with him.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Stepping into the room, looking from Elizabeth down to the trunk she stood in front of, then back up to her. His eyes closed to slits for but a second as his head tilted to the side. His expression returned to normal by the time she turned to look at him.

"We ave reached port lass, yes. But... No, I am quite afraid you cannot leave my ship. You are my captive, and I WILL see a bounty for your worth." Moving toward her, he continued on. "The old crew is leaving, in two days time I will have a new one, you will be introduced to them as my concubine, they will not touch you, they will not dare. That is the only thing you can be certain of until I see my bounty." He said calmly, almost coldly as he stood before her, at arms length. He placed his hands upon her shoulders and looked her over. With a roguish smile he said, in a sigh of a breath. "Quite becoming, you in my cloths, Elizabeth, quite becoming indeed."

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth, trying hard to ignore the lust in Cervantes' eyes, moved away from him. "You don't get it, do you? No one is going to pay you for me. Not my father, and not the man he sold me to. And if either of them, by some miracle did decide to pay you, I wouldn't leave with them. I won't be married to a man I don't know, and I will not return to my father's house. My dowry is all you'll get. If you're going to force me to stay with you, I'll need some clothing, your dogs left everything but my dowry trunk behind."

She attempted to brush by him and out the door of the cabin. She needed air, and space and a glimpse of where they were docked. Cervantes easily blocked her escape with an outstretched arm, and Elizabeth trembled at his touch. Turning slightly to look up at him, hoping he wouldn't see the tears in her eyes, Elizabeth implored, "Please allow me to pass. I promise I will stay onboard."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"If they will not pay, then it would seem that you are to stay aboard my ship. I will see to getting you some more cloths when I go land side." Cervantes said, his tone brooking no argument.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth sighed. "Fine. Thank you. Now, can I please leave this cabin?"

She simply stood, looking at the floor, despair washing over her as she waited for Cervantes to move out of her way.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Certainly, but if you dare to leave this ship, I warn you, I will hunt you down. Do you understand? My cabin boy, Rocky is still aboard, he will see to anything you might need." Cervantes replied as he walked out of the cabin.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth followed Cervantes up to the deck and watched as he crossed over to the dock and was absorbed into the crowd of milling people.

She glanced around and realized she was alone on the boat with someone who must be Rocky. He looked about as smart as a rick too, so much for conversation.

Turning her back and looking at the town, Elizabeth wondered where they were. It was obviously a busy place, and dirty. Worlds apart from her father's country estate where she'd been sequestered since he'd decided that she made a good business asset. Elizabeth shook her head. She'd promised herself she wouldn't think about that.

She instead began to think of ways to distract Rocky. Maybe she could get out of this, after all. There was no way Cervantes could find her in this town once she was off the boat and found something to change into...

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Wasting no time, Cervantes went to a seemstress, and dropped three hundred gold on the table, in three leather pouches. "Show me what you have to sell for a woman." He demanded of the aged woman who sat sewing in the corner. The woman hurriedly brought out the majority of her work and Cervantes chose three sets of her finest. He had them packed and sent back to his ship in a box.

Finally he made his way to a seedy tavern, the best place to find the kind of men he needed aboard his ship. An hour passed and he was not dissapointed when twenty men turned up and signed on to be a part of his crew. He told them when and where to come aboard, and took his leave of the tavern, three flagons of ale fuller then when he had arived.

As he returned to his ship, he purchaces the last remaining provisions he would need and had them sent aboard as well.

Back aboard the ship he looked about for Elizabeth.

 

[Guest]

Elizabeth decided that the best way to distract Rocky was to make sure he thought whatever he was doing was what Cervantes wished him to do. The boy really didn't look as if he had any wit about him at all.

"Rocky, could you do me a favor? I am desperately hungry, and Cervantes mentioned that you would be more than happy to find me some nourishment, that I had only to ask. Could you be a dear and make me a meal?"

Rocky looked confused for a moment and then wandered away nodding his head and muttering.

Elizabeth watched him disappear below deck and made her escape. Running to the wobbly plank that served as a sort of bridge to the pier, Elizabeth sidled across it and began running again. Rough hands grabbed at her as she ran, but she slipped away and found the main street.

Calming herself and seeking a shop in which to purchase a proper dress. She made her way through the crowd, ignoring the strange looks she received when people noticed how she was currently dressed.

After waht seemed like hours, Elizabeth found a shop that didn't seem expensive or like one that would remember a young girl dressed as she was. The mistress of the shop was harried, as were her assistants and they hardly spared her a glance as they pointed toward the ready made dresses.

Elizabeth chose a plain one, changed in the back of the shop, hid her purse in the bodice after leaving some coin on the table and made her way from the shop.

As Elizabeth stepped outside, she noticed that darkness wasn't far off and she realized that maybe she should have thought her plan out a little better. She really needed a safe place to stay until morning. The trouble was, she had no idea where she was, and even less of an idea how to go about finding lodging.

 

[Calamity Jane]

OOC: That was me up there

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Only five minutes aboard ship he found that Elizabeth had fled. Rocky was in the middle of making a stew. They exchanged words for another three. Cervantes had to leave, else he would cuff the boy, and he knew the lad didn't really deserve it, not this time... Back in the city, Cervantes searched, his mood darkening with each passing minute. "When I find the girl... And I will... I'll..." He growled to himself, trailing off, not finishing the thought aloud.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth wandered, hoping for ispiration to strike and tell her how to go about getting a room for the night.

Finally stopping to get her bearings, she realized she'd wandered back near the wharf. People were still milling about, and the place looked frightening in the near darkness.

Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw Cervantes storming through the crowd. She took one hard look, realized it was him, and ran hard in the opposite direction. Again dodging grasping hands.

Blindly, concentrating on putting distance between Cervantes and herself, praying he hadn't seen her, Elizabeth ducked into a doorway.

Catching her breath and peeking back out toward the street, Elizabeth screamed as rough hands grabbed her waist and pulled her into what appeared to be a pub of some kind. A very dark, very smoky, very very scary pub. All conversation ceased as the men turned and gaped at her.

The man holding her grinned at everyone else and yelled, "Look what I found! If it isn't Cervantes' own personal whore, captured last night, and made his by morning if I know the man. Looks like she's ours now lads... who'd like to start the bidding?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Grumbling and muttering with annoyance, Cervantes continued to search for the girl. "She's going to be more trouble than she is worth..." He hissed between clenched teeth when he finally exhausted every place he could think a woman such as her would hide. "The Sea Dog... Perhaps some of the men from the old crew will be there still... And I can calm my self on one of their tattered hides..." Cervantes growled as he set off for the old pub, that was the place he had gathered most of them from a year past...

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth thrashed in the big mans arms. She was terrified, and the men were moving closer. One of them reached out and grasped the fabric of her dress, giving it a yank and tearing the bodice nearly off.

The men laughed loudly, and moved closer still. The one who was holding her grasped her wrists in one huge hand and held her arms behind her back. Then he lifted her onto a chair and called again for bids.

Tears streaming down her face, Elizabeth hung her head and prayed fervently. She knew there was no hope of rescue, she prayed only that she would someday forget what was about to happen to her.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Just outside the Sea Dog tavern, Cervantes heard the commotion of loud, drunken men, calling out bids. He'd seen it before, they'd grab a whore off the street and auction the slut off... If the woman survived the night, she got a fair cut of the bid money... Cervantes slid into the tavern and looked about. His face contorting instantly into a mask of rage when he saw who they dared to auction off this night.

He acted on voilent instinct then, grabbing the closest fool who shouted out his bid, pulling his head back by his long, greesy hair, Cervantes slammed his elbow down into the man's throat, crushing it. The man flopped on the ground, choking on blood.

The bidding slowly stopped, the only one shouting now was the man who held Elizabeth. He was trying to encourage more bids... Seal his death with his last few words... Several of the men were on their feet and ready for a fight. Cervantes pushed and fought his way toward the 'autioneer' with a feaverish, animal-like rage.

One man caught Cervantes, locking him into a hold. Only then did the auctioneer turn to see what the commotion was, his grip on Elizabeth's wrists loosening as he did so. Cervantes glared at him, his teeth bared, his hair wild, his muscles flexing as he strained against the hold. An instant later, his head shot back, crushing the nose of the man who held him. Screaming a gurgling scream, the man let loose and heled his sundered nose. Cervantes shot forward again, toward the auctioneer and Elizabeth.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth heard a commotion and looked up. Impossibly, Cervantes was bursting in the door. She watched as he grabbed one man and jabbed an elbow into his throat. Was she to be rescued after all? She began to smile, despite the tears still rolling down her face when Cervantes turned toward her.

The look in his eyes was hard, violent, and feral. It stopped Elizabeth's blood cold and suddenly she was terrified all over again. She felt the man who was holding her loosen his grip.

Jerking her hand away from him, she reached up and raked her nails down his face. The man grunted in pain and shoved her away.

Elizabeth fell from the chair, catching herself on a table. Another man reached for her and held her tight against himself. She felt the prick of a blade against her throat and ceased her struggles.