Hawkes of the Sea: a pirate fantasy

[Ticklish Girl]

Sister Therese

The girl’s flippancy horrifies me. I know I should say something, but before I can open my mouth she laughs at me and accuses me of jealousy, of desiring the captain. Her first comment stunned me, but this one leaves me dumbstruck. I feel as if she has hit me in the stomach. My mouth drops open, but nothing comes out. She flashes me a triumphant smile as if I have confirmed her accusation, then returns her attention to the two captains. I follow her gaze helplessly. My mind churns.

Dear God, is she right about me? Am I guilty of lusting after the captain? But those feelings I had were caused by the aphrodisiac, weren’t they? Weren’t they?

I shut my eyes tightly and the scene replays itself in my mind: she and the captain blatantly fondling each other. Mocking me. Tempting me. How they angered me! And yet, underneath the anger was another feeling, one that I knew quite well. I had it every time the suitors came calling for my sister Madeleine. Always for her. Never for me. How I had longed for a man of my own! A deep, painful longing that had ceased to trouble me once I joined the nunnery…until now.

I open my eyes once again and sigh. My shoulders slump in defeat. The lass saw right through me. I warned her because I thought she was a silly, naïve girl indulging in a dangerous fantasy. How wrong I was! Not only is she is aware of the type of game she is playing, she is eager to learn its rules. I have been the silly, naïve one.

No…I cannot blame the potion. Those feelings came from the depths of my soul. They are mine alone. But what am I to do with them?

 

[THEBRAT]

My great fool of a Brother goes for anything wearing skirts.But this Spanish Dancer is not what she appears to be but my own first mate on my ship THE RAVEN.

Great will his surprise be when he wakes and finds himself bound hand,foot'and gagged to my own bed and not being able to move at all.

Then will I have my way with him until he knows that it's his own twin sister getting her revenge on his body.

 

[wildxfire]

I stand chanting, calling to the powers of Seth, whome I worship, Old I am, here on earth since the beginning of time. I serve a new master not, one who could have destroyed my temple, but chose not to, one who has called upon me tonight to aid them as I have mant past masters.
I call upon my God, the great, all powerful Snake, to appear when needed, and swallow the evil that is plaguing my new master.
A mist has appeared, the sign my God is here, it takes it's misty shape, hovering over the heads of many, one it protects, the other it will soon destroy...
I motion to my assistant to join me, and aid me as we bring our demon to this world......

 

[Clarrissa]

Clarrissa Morgan

Clarrissa stood at the edge of the table talking with Black Bart.
"Aye Black watch that one close", refering to the dancer. "There is something not quite right here, a feeling of such I cannot comprehend". " Looks as though your haul was a more interesting lot than ours, we took the arrogant little bitch in the blue gown and you got a preist. I think that one needs a lesson taught (nodding toward Amanda and her stance infront of both captains) I am thinking a month scrubbing chamber pots and serviceing the crew should bring her down a notch or two"
Clarrissa looked down the lenght of the table eyeing the new captives
" I am of a mind to see what the priest is hiding behind his robes." <Clar turned and gave Bart and evil grin>.

 

[SexyChele]

Maria Elena

No sooner had I finished my dance and sat down, then the evil one had his men grab me and put shackles on me. Bah! If only I could get close enough to have the pleasure of spitting in his face!

I smile to myself that it took more than one of his big, brave men to put one helpless female in chains. If that is the best he can do....then he is no man!

I look down, and notice my dress is torn. No matter, with the fire of anger burning in me, I don't care.

I resist as I am being taken away...back to that filthy ship once again. Before I am taken away, I manage to turn around and scream out a string of curses in Spanish, and then accentuate them by spitting in the general direction of the evil one. I shake off my captors hands, and walk with as much dignity as I can towards the hulking mass of the British bastard's ship.

 

[divinity]

dark powers

I feel the strength appearing. It is an indeniable strength. My feet move slowly bringing me to the magicians side. I am gliding on air over the floor. The white veil covering my face turns black as I near him.

When I reach his side my fingers turn into slithering split tongues. They flit out catching wiff of all.........even.....

 

[Kimberly]

I return the kiss to my brother my hands wrapping themselves around his big frame pulling him closer to me. I look at him and then the nun and virgin.

"Yes, I do like the lass. She is a succulent cherry ready for our tasting. And what about the Nun??"

Just then the noblewoman that me and my crew captured steps up. Being her arragant bitch that she is steps up and address my brother but not me. I look at her and my eyes turn red as my anger builds up.

"Yes, Dear brother I do. I am going to let Monique play with her and her nines."

I turn to to crewmen and tell them to take the arragant one to the celebration and to tie her in the middle. I walk with my brother to the banquet and look for Monique.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

I raise an eyebrow at Elizabeth's suggestion. Ah, she is such a delightfully wicked woman. I had thought of something very similar, involving shaving the woman's cunt and head (my favorite hound, I had noticed, had gotten herself pregnant yet again and I thought perhaps the woman's hair might be a welcome addition to the nesting.)

I take my sister's arm and gesture for the young virgin to join us.

"Egads, my dear," I say to the young woman, pitching my voice in that low, almost subtle monotone that seems to have such an interesting effect when enhanced by the drink. "I do believe you are more wrapped than a knight going into battle. I daresay you would be far more comfortable with less of those clothes."

Taking a dagger from one of the crew members, I slowly slice the dress and bustle from her. She shivers whether from fear or chill or delight 'twould be hard to imagine. At last, she is before us in naught but her shift.

"There," I say, kicking her gown aside. "Do you not feel better, freer?"

I wink at my sister and offer my other arm to the young woman who sidles up to me. Together we stride back towards the feast, with the nun in our wake. I have already seen that the seed of doubt has been planted, and will nurture it.

speaking softly so only my sister can hear, "Elizabeth, ah, yes. This young wench on myother arm does seem to have a fascination with losing her virginity. I believe between the two of us, we might assist her in shedding some inhibitions as well. As for the nun," my grin grows savage, "she will be a very, very special pleasure for you and I."

Making certain none can hear me but my sister, I whisper, "I belive we should see if perhaps this one might not be willing to switch allegiences and become a novice for the dark gods of desire. Rape her faith and brain as well as her body."

My sister laughs as we catch up with Monique and Elizabeth explains her plans for the haughty Amanda Lancaster.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Amanda Lancaster

I cannot constrain the incredulous look from my face. Who were these Hawkes whose very existence I had been blissfully ignorant of just days before. I had heard correctly; they were going to tie me and seat me at their banquet. These were obviously deviant creatures. The captains had even spoke of defiling a Nun of all people. I will refuse to be a willing participant in their devious games.

"Captains Hawke, I warn you that if you besmirch my virtue in any way, my father shall not be so quick to bow to your ransom demands for my bethrothed expects a wife with my impeccable reputation. I'll not have your dastardly companions soil my virginity with their dirty hands," I declare as the men follow out their orders. For these are not the type of people that could be charmed or reasoned with.

 

[BLACK BART]

Black Bart, first mate

"Aye, Clarissa, I feel something odd about tonight, powers of which I am not familiar abound, I have allies, but have the feeling we will all need more, before we can celebrate."
I decide to keep the battle where I can see it, my eye on all players, and let the beast ROAR!!! For I AM the EVIL ONE, loyal to my friends, death to my enemies!
"Guards, bring the dancer back to us" I roar, "Let her give us another dance, one in which I will decide her outcome, if she pleases me!"
The time for skulking around was over, the time to meet our enemies was here, now, for we are men and women of the Hawke clan, not mice who sneak around behind the Lions back!
With a roar that turns the heads of many I order the guards to untie the dancer, and issue my challenge.
"Come out you cowards, for I can smell you, the smell of vermin, mice who skulk about in the refuse!"
My face is enraged, my eyes are flame red, burning like the fires of Poseidon, I am ready to face my enemies, for they are the true enemies of mine and the Hawkes! But are they brave enough to face me, for they are not men, and will soon be my playthings!

 

[SexyChele]

Maria Elena

Huh? What is this? I am to be brought back to that banquet? Why? To dance says one of the guards. With a leering look he says this.

When I am brought back to the banquet, I am untied by orders of the evil one, and am thrown down in sand before his feet. He is bellowing about some vermin here in the midst of his camp. HA! He and his men are the vermin here!

Not really sure what he wants, I rise slowly, being certain that I am not injured in the fall. I stand before him, waiting to hear what he would have of me to do.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

I pause and raise an eyebrow when the British bitch addresses me. My sister barely surpresses a laugh when I sketch the woman an elaborate and courtly bow.

"Sooth," I say, "what you say has merit, m'lady. And indeed, the house of Lancaster has a repute for producing such gems to hang upon the arms of noblemen and royalty as might shame the Crown Jewels. Methinks, indeed, that thou mightest even be the most beauteous of all who have proceeded thee, and the despair of those who might come after.

"Alas, the tentacles of civilization do not reach so far as the isle. Gentility itself, I find, does shrivel at the touch of a blade or the kiss of leather."

I gesture around me. "This bit of paradise, here, is as untamed as those who inhabit it. We have shed subtlties of power here in favor of a more direct approach to community. To wit, the gratification of the Queen of this haven, my noble sister and the King, my humble self, not to mention, the blatant if effective political philosophy of Rome, bread and circuses for our loyal subjects without paying obseiance to worn out conventionalities which those in power blithely ignore when inconvenient anyway.

"Indeed, it may be true that your experiences here may give your betrothed pause in his ardent desires, and discomfort your noble daddy. Yet, even second hand goods may fetch a few coppers. If not from them, then perhaps among those with whom we trade along the wild shores of Africa or the deep desert of Arabia.

"Provided, of course, you survive to become second hand goods. For, alack, my sister and I can sometimes act most childishly, a trait we have in common, I fear with many a liege of history. And we are known, on occasion, to break our toys."

My sister does laugh then, when I kiss my finger tips to Amanda Lancaster as the guards drag her to the "Place of Honor" that cunning framework set in the center of our village's common.

"Come, Elizabeth," I urge her. "I hear the music playing and there is this marvelous Spanish dancer who has found the favor of our good friend, Black Bart."

We stride back to the feast, Elizabeth on one of my arms and the juicy morsel of the young virgin on my other.

 

[BLACK BART]

I watch the guards bring back the dancer, and throw her in the sand at my feet, her breasts half exposed, heaving majestically.
"You scoff at my words, wench, spit on our beleifs, without even thinking of what they mean" I warn her "I could kill you in the time it takes a golden doubloon to fall to the ground, as I have many before, and not shed a tear"
The spanish dancer has risen to her feet, a brave pose she has taken, her hands on her hips, her breasts thrust forward brazenly.
"We have all suffered at the hands of others, have been made outcasts by those who fear us, aye, we have been tortured and scarred" I raise my schooner full of rum and slam it onto the table "But we have survived! Become a society unto ourselves, brothers and sisters that can depend on each other!
"You can become one of us, if you dare take our tests, and pass them, or you can become our enemy, and die slowly, and painfully. You have a chance, if you are strong enough, not only to live, but flourish! What will it be?"
I stand towering above her, my eyes burning hells fire, waiting for her answer.......

 

[SexyChele]

Maria Elena

What is this....take his "tests" or die....what kind of nonsense is he speaking? Ah, sometimes better to play the game, though.

"Si, senor, I shall like to hear of your 'game' to see how I should measure up, and what you have in store for me."

I glared at him with these words....

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Sister Therese

I walk a few paces behind the Hawkes and the Spanish lass. I am happy to have lost my place on his other arm, but I do not fool myself into thinking that he has forgotten about me. I saw him and his sister speaking in low tones, and I am sure that they have plans for me, and for all of us unlucky captives.

My senses have become somewhat dulled with the accumulated shocks of the last few hours – I hardly blinked when he sliced off the girl’s dress. I know that I should be morally outraged at the sight of a young maiden stripped and compelled to walk about in her undergarments, but I cannot seem to summon the energy. One possible reason is the girl’s evident willingness to be so handled, but the main reason is my growing acceptance of the fact that it is futile to try and stand in this man’s way. As he pointed out to the Lancaster woman, he and his sister are King and Queen of this island. I have already seen an example of how he rules his people – who am I to stand against such a man? No, I must concentrate instead on survival.

These are uncomfortable, painful thoughts that leave me on the brink of tears, but I will not cry in front of these two and their crew. I will not give them that satisfaction, at least.

 

[BLACK BART]

I smirk at her arrogance and tell her "You will be given the Test of Ten...You will serve ten masters, in ten days, satisfying each, making them content, as only a woman knows how...If you fail to satisfy each new master, you will be returned to me, and I will make sure you take the "Walk of mercy", and my whip shall give you 100 lashes before letting you leap into the water"
She would learn to take orders, satisfying each new master, some men and some women, each taking their pleasure from her body....
"I will be your first, You will dance for me again, this time disrobing, until you are as the day your mother brought you into this world"
I clapped my hands for the music to begin, and reminded her again "After your dance, you will satisfy me, here, and satisfy me well"

 

[THEBRAT]

My Brother you are a fool have we been apart so long that you can't tell when I'm near.

All that you can say is something is not right.The Priestess is better than THOU ever were at sniffing out trouble.

Know is the time for my REVENGE.Father named me THE BLACK RAVEN. Because once I swear REVENGE I wont give up until one or both of us ARE DEAD.

You destroyed our Father and for that I will never forgive you but he left me his PRIRATESHIP THE RAVEN.

So come and try to find me Brother if you DARE.

Brother it is happening just as I predicted you are tp taken up with the Spanish Dancer.

As you were taken with The Spanish Princess.How would I know about The Spanish Princess? Because you great fool I was The Spanish Princess.



[Edited by THEBRAT on 05-30-2001 at 09:38 PM]

 

[BadForm]

<deleted due to material which distressed another reader>

[Edited by BadForm on 06-01-2001 at 01:51 PM]

 

[Clarrissa]

Clarrissa Morgan

Clarrissa reached across the table, lifting a wine skin, placing it to her lips she took a heavy draught. Traces of the wine ran down the corner of her mouth, down her chin, running between her breasts. Her eyes danced a merry light seeing The Captain cutting up the arogant little bitches dress, having her placed in the seat of honor, he he. Thinking back she briefly remembered a life long past, her own gowns, but that naive young girl was dead now, a pirate woman took her place, her hands tainted with the blood of others, but no remorse, never remorse.

Motioning to the side guard he moved away, moments later returning with her cutlas. She positioned it in the leather scabbard slung low on her hips. If Black was right and enemies were underfoot she would do well not to let down her guard. Keeping an ever constant vigil on the approach of her captains she waited, ready to strike if need be.

Watching Monique, Clarrissa realized the choices she made. Coming no where close to understanding the other womans power or beliefs she only watched full well knowing there would be a sacrafice and the rites. "Interesting choices" she thought to herself, "the purest and the most righteous, mmmm that would leave me the priest."

[Edited by Clarrissa on 05-31-2001 at 08:04 AM]

 

[SexyChele]

Maria Elena

Loathing wells up in my heart for this evil-hearted monster. This man obviously does not understand or even have a clue as to the type of sexual delights I can bring to others....I have been taught well, at only the finest brothels in Madrid. And he believes that I shall be humiliated by dancing naked in front of him and others? HA! He understands nothing!

"Si, Senor, I shall take up your challenge, and I shall prove myself well enough. But after I have completed your test, I will demand my freedom....upon that I think we can agree."

Without waiting for his answer, I directed the musicians as to the song to play. I chose a ballad, a soulful, mornful song of love and beauty, gained and lost. It's melody, and the dance that accommpanied it were often heard in the finest, most expesive brothels in Madrid, for only the wealthiest of customers.

As the music swelled, and my body started to move to it, I imagined Antonio, my dear, sweet Antonio, sitting there at the table watching me, desiring me....as he had before his life was taken all too quickly. I danced to that image, with a look of love and want softening my face. My movements graceful, searching, receiving, embracing my lover to my breast. As the music swelled, I began to discard my clothing as a woman eagerly undresses for the man she loves. Wanting to show him all of her....but not too quickly so as to quench his desire too quickly.

My dancer's body weaved, turned, spun, and as each article of clothing was removed, the golden color of my skin became more revealed, and the tight, muscled body that could sharpen any man's desire came slowly into sight.

Soon, the last article of clothing was removed, and my body became available for all to view: firm, upright breasts, slim waist, and slightly rounded hips. Black hair covered that most private part of me, meeting thighs creamy and muscled from years of dance. My feet were small...almost delicate. My arms graceful, with expressive hands and long fingers. I finished the dance imagining the final time that Antonio and I had made love, on the eve of his death. The heat and passion of that encounter easily came through the depth of my dance and spilled over onto all the people around me.

As the music ended, and my dance concluded, I looked toward my beloved Antonio, who was already fading away as a mist. I looked longingly at his image......until it was gone, and replaced by the smiling, leering face of the evil one.

Rather than hide my nakedness before this man, I stood proud and tall.....

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Amanda Lancaster

I listen intently to the words of the "King." The only subjects he rules over are worse than the most wicked beasts of any jungle. I think of my fiancee, Richard, and his gentleness. I have never felt love for Richard but he is a wealthy man able to keep me entertained with the finest goods in all of England. Once these pagans are through with me I shall be of no use to him unless he takes me as one of his many whores.

"Sir, I realize that you are not a benevolent man but I refuse to be a plaything to you and your sister. I laugh in your face at your misconception that I can be broken. I promise you that you will rue the day when you touch my body. For no man will lay his fingers upon me with nothing less than admration," I declare to this beast. My body contradicts my words as Jeremiah places his lips to his fingers and touch me. An electrical impulse surges through my body, deep into my loins.

"You may break my body, sir, but never my spirit," I scream as I am being placed in "The Place of Honor."

 

[Kimberly]

I go with my brother and watch as Monique makes her choice and goes to her temple for the rituals. I listen to Amanda's words defiant she is but soon she shall be broken and like the dancer either become one of us or go to Davy Jones' locker. I then order the men to chain Amanda up.

"Oh Amanda.....I will make your mind at ease." I turn to collection of men and women.

"No one touches Lady Lancaster, until I say so. That includes you dear brother." As I pull him closer to me, as we go to the table and I see Black Bart.

"Aye Bart, Tis nice seeing ya again. I do like you choice of playthings. She is a feisty one."

I smile at Clarrissa and watch her look from Monique and her choices to the Priest.

"Clarrissa, If he pleases you. By all means take him. You don't need to wait and ask permission.

I then watch the dancer perform for Bart and the rest of us.

 

[BadForm]

Monique Papin: A Temple Perverted

I head to our temple, and throw open the great doors. Lights within show the temple hands are still busy, as they should be. Then the light shows the full glory of the great hall.

Unlike most temples, very few seats are within, and those that are make a circle around the outer wall. A sandy floor lends a taste out out-doors to this inner sanctuum. Great black candelabras hang from the ceilings, ready to blaze with glory. Incence pots mark the four corners, always casting their heady fragrance into the air. Drums and tambourines lie further within. And there, central to the whole room, is a stout upright beam, with manacles top and bottom. This is where we hold sacrifices to the gods - or to pleasure when the captains' wills are taken that way. Now, however, the temple is quiet.

I walk forwards and sit in the center of the floor. Ignoring the temple hands as they tend to the temple cleaning, I allow my will to drift. Whatever Oya demands will come to me in meditation.

[Edited by BadForm on 06-01-2001 at 01:56 PM]

 

[Clarrissa]

Clarrissa Morgan

Smiling at her Captain, " Many thanks my Lady Captain, I was not sure whether or not your brother had his own plans for the priest, I would be most amused to see his wares, do you not agree?".

Motioning to the guards she orders the priest stripped and tied to the pegs in the sands, his limbs stretched wide to the four corners. His manhood dangling between his thighs.

"Perhaps my dear Black your little dancer slut would enjoy, the taste of HOLY flesh?", turning to Bart with an amused gleam and raised brow. "If not there are some on the island who prefer men to men, we could always stand him ass end up?"

 

[THEBRAT]

My spy is doing a very good job kept them busy.I've got to go to The Temple of OYA.

Monique will know how to stop my Brother's death.I've just found out that it was I THE BLACK RAVEN that was always ment to die but Brother if I have my way neither of us will die.