Captive at Sea.

[Calamity Jane]

Shocked, Elizabeth simply stared at Cervantes.

No ransom letter? No one coming to steal her away for a price? Love? It was too much to digest. She reached around him for the bottle on the table and drained the contents, gagging and coughing as the liquor seemingly set her throat on fire.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Watching Eli as she took a draw off the liquer, Cervantes reached up to take hold of the bottle. "And now we come full circle... " He growled deep in his throat. He took her about the waste, and lifted her in his arms, carrying her to his bed chambers. He tossed her upon the bed, smiling at her shocked shriek. "Stay put, lass..." He warned as he crawled up onto the bed, bottle of liquer in hand as he did. One hand slid between her thighs.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth lay back, looking up at Cervantes as he joined her on the bed. She glanced from the bottle of amber liquid to his face, and smiled.

As his hand slid between her legs, she growled deep in her throat and closed her eyes. She was already lost to the pleasures that he promised. And she feared she'd lost her heart as well.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Tipping the bottle, its liquid spilled across Eli's stomach, making it tence from the semi coolness of it. He bowed his head and lapped away the alcohol from her skin, keeping his eyes lifted toward her face, glowing with lust, hunger, and love.

He was being so tender this time, tempering that hot lust she'd experienced so many times now with a softness she'd not seen before. Again, he tilted the bottle, letting the cool liquid stream down over Eli's open pussy. The liquid both cooled and burned her in diferent ways. It left a hot tingle that radiated through her loins like a wild fire. And when Cervantes touched his tongue to it, the flickering friction of it made the wonderful ache all the worse, still he was being gentle, he'd used wine before, not hard liquer and he knew it would feel a world diferent to her. He drew away to look upon her, his beard damn with alcohol and the first trace of her juices. He breathed out a deep, contented sigh, letting it graze over her dampened mound.

Again, he shifted the bottle, but this time, he did not pour any, he pressed the smooth head of it against Eli's pussy, and it slid in, hard cool glass penetrating little more than an inch into her. He watched her to see how she reacted to this bold move.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth's stomach tensed involuntarliy as Cervantes poured the liquor over her skin. It left a cold trail down her body. She opened her eyes, gazing at Cervantes. The look on his face was different than it usually was when he was touching her, it was softer, less full of rage.

She growled again as Cervantes tipped the bottle over her, the whiskey running down over her pussy. Gasping, she writhed on the bed. The feeling was delicious! Oh, and made more delicious when Cervantes touched her with his tongue. She lifted her hips, spreading her legs farther.

He looked up at her, whiskey dripping from his beard. Elizabeth's body responded to his gaze, turning to liquid. She sighed and smiled at him.

She lay her head back down, closing her eyes in contentment and lazy arousal. She couldn't believe the tenderness Cervantes was showing. She hadn't thought him capable of it.

Elizabeth cried out, half giggling as she felt something cold (the bottle?) against her pussy. She felt it sliding into her and laughed out loud, shoving at Cervantes.

"Stop Cervantes! That's COLD!" Still laughing, she shoved him again.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

With a lacivious grin, and a growl that eminated from deep within his chest, Cervantes did not budge, though she tried to push him back, instead, he twisted the bottle's cold glass head sharply inside of Eli, making it go nearly an inch deeper into her, the head of the bottle was already begining to match the heat of her sex, but the new inch inside of her was just as cold as the first. He shifted the bottle up sharply, and a spattering of the liquer touched against her flesh, inside of her, it seeped out slowly, as he dared to push yet another cold inch into her, the bottle was reaching an expanded point now, making her pussy lips stretch apart to accomodate its smooth, hard surface.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth screamed as Cervantes pushed the bottle deeper into her. She bucked on the bed, not sure if she was trying to avoid this delicious torture, or force it to go further.

The firey liquid splashing within her sent her over the edge. She came... gripping the bottle within her. Her juices mingled with the alcohol and seeped from her.

Her eyes met Cervantes', they were wide and full of shock. "Oh, Pirate, you drive me to oblivion."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Cervantes worked the bottle into her, pushing it in and out of her spasming cunt. "I have been there..." He growled as he gazed down upon her, marking her body with the lust in his eyes. "You were the one to take me..."

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth felt branded by the heat in Cervantes' gaze. Her mind screamed denial of the feelings she was developing for him, but her body betrayed her. She craved him on a primal level, as an animal seeks a mate.

Closing her eyes and arching her back, she surrendered herself to the physical. Waves of pleasure washed through her, one atop another until she couldn't distinguish between them.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Drawing free the bottle from Eli, it was no longer cold, warmed by her pussies undenighable heat. He put it to his lips, licking away her juices from its length as he stared down upon her, then he took a deep draw upon it, swallowing it hard, growling after he had. He tugged his breaches down, and his cock sprang free. With a heat to his movements, he pushed between Eli's legs, his hand on the shaft of his cock, he placed it at her tight, seeping entrance, and with one sharp stab of his hips, he was balls deep within her, and he looked down, lust waring with love in his eyes.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth grinned as Cervantes thrust into her. "Ah, Cervie, you know how to make a woman nearly die with pleasure."

She wrapped her legs around him and held him deep within her, grinding her hips against his.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Staying with Eli, Cervantes pulled back ever so slightly, and eased forward, the slow gyrations of her hips in unison with his short withdraws created an imencely pleasureable rhythm and before long, Cervantes was moaning, slowly leaning downward, his body coming more and more in contact with hers, until his bulk rested in its firmness, tencing muscles, sweat sheened skin, wirey chest hair and all. His lips sought hers out several times, between huffs and groans, his breath playing across her face each time. The way he was moaning changed slowly, building along with the growth of an edginess to his thrusts, he abbandoned her lips and pressed his forhead in against the crook between her neck and her shoulder, burying his face. His mouth was open and he was panting, his hands crushed in about her breasts. The slow ebb and flow of his hips had become more like the insistant plunging of a butterchurn, and they ended in sudden, short stabs of his hips as a long sigh that sounded like what the silken petal of a rose would sound like, if it were an utterance.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth matched Cervantes' rhythm, they moved as one creature, pleasure their only goal. She moaned softly, wordlessly, rocking against him.

Feeling his movements change, his breathing alter, she opened to him, lifting her hips, arching her back, welcoming his seed into her once more. As he climaxed, her own body tensed and then fell slack. Exhaustion overtook her, and she slept.

 

[Ravenloft]

The day waned as Cervantes had slipped into a dead sleep, barely even able to draw off to Eli's side before it claimed him. The drink and the exhertions of their seemingly endless couplings had drained him far more than he'd been aware.

His crew were up and about and growing restless, begining to ask each other where their captain was. An hour passed and five of them searched out Cervantes' cabin boy, they wanted answers, and the little retard, they reasoned was the best on to bully into those answers.

 

[Rockingham]

Most people have lost the fine art of breading a fish. Rocky had to teach himself, which needless to say gave hundreds of lousy meals at the dinner table. Finally, he had gotten it right. The key was in the flour. Most people didn't add any spices to the flour, thinking it was simply enough.
They were so wrong.
So, this was how he had been addressed. Flour over most of his body, mixing with the sweat and oil covering him. When cooking, all he wore was an apron and some pants. He didn't like doing much laundry after dinner.
The fish, mostly trout and and tuna, were either in the process or had already been fried. Still, a platter of freshly cut raw fillets stood beside the couple of pans that were still spitting and cooking in the grease.
He didn't need to mention how long it took him to learn that fish cooked better without the scales.
The flour was being poured into a bowl, along with some cilantro, seasonings, a pinch of salt, oregano, and just a tiny bit of jalepeno. Too much hurt the tongue, but just enough...
"Can I help you?" he asked, straining under the weight of the bag. Flour was already spilling over, but his mind had temporarily been fixed on the band of sailors looking at him in a peculiar way. His mind wasn't very sharp, so it stuck with one thing and stuck with it good. All others, no matter how important, just sort of got shoved to the side.
He muttered an apology to Cervie, even though he wasn't here. In an instant, Rocky began scooping up excess flour and trying to sive it into the bag so it could be used once more. When he had gotten enough that he could manage, he wiped his sweaty brow, leaving a white streak for all to see.
"Supper won't be ready for another hour or so. If you want me to cut up some cheese and get some crackers, I'd be more than willing. Won't take but a minute, the cheese is over there, and the crackers are already..."
He stopped. Somehow, he knew they weren't here from just hunger.

 

[Ravenloft]

Five minutes later, the crew looked up at Rocky, having tied him to the thick pole of the crows nest, half way up. They laughed at the boy, he looked foolish his face gone red as he hung upside down. One of the crew stepped forward. "Yer cap'n's a pushover boy, I think its bout time a REAL man took controle o this ship! What do you say to that?" He was the boldest of them. Another reached out. "Don't ber stupid, Cervantes, the Sea Dog, remember? E'd hang ya bey yer balls on the cords of yer own intestines, e would! An I wants me no part o that! Mutiny, mutiny would be suicide!" A few others agreed with the second, but not near enough. All the others stayed silent, keeping their oppinions to themselves.

"Hrmph..." The first crew man scoffed. He turned toward Rocky, as he hung there, lowering him so he could look into the boys eyes. "Tell me, are these tales true boy? Does yer captain really hang men by their balls?"

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth woke to loud voices on deck. She had no idea what time it was, or even if it was morning or evening. She slipped quietly from the bed, leaving Cervantes snoring softly.

She dressed quickly in breeches and a shirt, grabbed her dagger, and made her way to the deck.

At first, she didn't know what to make of the crowd of men. Then she looked up. That was Rocky, tied to the mast! Anger flooded her, how dare they?!

Dropping to her hands and knees, she drew closer, her dagger held in her teeth. As she moved in, she heard talk of mutiny, and her anger grew.

"Tell me, are these tales true boy? Does yer captain really hang men by their balls?"

Elizabeth jumped to her feet, rushing the man who'd spoken. He seemed to be the leader of these men. "Let him go!" She screamed as she ran. Looking like an avenging godddess, her hair streaming behind her, a knife in her fist, the man was shocked enough not to move for a split second too long.

Elizabeth's dagger plunged into his thigh, not an inch from his groin, and the man fell to the deck, screaming as his blood flowed. She turned, and cut the ropes holding Rocky, and then turned to the crew. Standing in a half crouch, watching them closely.

 

[Ravenloft]

As if the man had the plague, the rest of the crew fell back, not daring to go near him, not daring to give any indication that they were with him, in his motives. "Fuckin bitch!" The man shouted as he grabbed ahold of Eli's hair and whipped her toward the ships side, she spun about and slammed the small of her back hard into the frame work. He advanced on her with a limp, holding his wound with one hand reaching for her with his other. "Gonna KILL You for that!" He said, an evilness in his eyes, a need for blood.

And still, none of the crew moved toward them...

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth cried out as her back banged against the side of the ship. The pain fueled her rage, and she raised her knee into the man's groin. He crumpled again, and this time before he could rise, Elizabeth had grabbed the knife from his waist and held it to his throat, her dagger in the small of his back.

 

[Ravenloft]

A startled, pained look filled the crewman's eyes, though hate still dominated it. "Your move bitch." He spat.

 

[Calamity Jane]

"Stand, and step into the water. Or die here. Your choice, make it quickly."

 

[Ravenloft]

The crewman looked up into her eyes, a dark humor to them. "You can't do it can you? You're too weak... You bitch! Hah! You can't do it!" He was taunting her, purposefully trying to rile her.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth recalled Cervantes laughing at her when he'd first taken her. Telling her she couldn't use the knife, and she remembered killing the boy in the tavern.

She looked at the other crewmen on the deck. If she showed weakness, they'd be upon her. With a small sigh, she whispered, "You've made your choice then." She drew the knife along the man's throat, and let him drop to the deck.

Stepping away from the dying man, she addressed the others. "There will be no more talk of mutiny on this ship."

 

[Ravenloft]

The crew nodded understanding, not looking at the one who was dying. They dispersed forthwith, returning to their respective stations.

Cervantes:

He'd woken up only a moment after Eli had, and stood in the door way to his cabin, watching. Looking up, he clapped softly after Eli stepped over the body and addressed the crew. "You never cease to amase me..." He said dryly.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth tried to smile bravely, but looked at her hands. They were covered in blood, and she could still hear the man dying behind her. She began to tremble, and ran past Cervantes into the cabin.

She knelt on the floor, hot tears streaming down her face.