Hawkes of the Sea: a pirate fantasy

[BLACK BART]

I reach out and accept the whip, and bow my head, lest anyone see my face, and how his gracious act touches me.
"Thank you, my Lord, I will never fail you again, nor doubt your wisdom" I reply
Turning quickly I grab a schooner of rum and raise it high, bellowing "To our King Hawke, Long may he live!"
I then turn to his beautiful sister, our Queen, and salute her "Poseidon bless our Queen, Long may she be at our King's side!"
Feeling the eyes of my comrades on my back, I turn and face them, and gruffly tell them "What are you looking at, you scurvy dogs? Let us celebrate and drink to our hearts content, for while the Hawke's rule, we will always be free"

I pull Clarrissa to me, and kiss her deeply, my hand squeezing her firm buttocks, telling her "Put your knives in me if you wish, but I have wanted you since the first day you came to our isle"
I laugh loudly, the blood roaring in my veins again, and tell the spanish dancer, who kneels on the floor.
"If you can not see by my King's actions, the truth in what I tell you, believe this" I lift her to her feet and pull the few remaining bonds from her lithesome body "You may leave unharmed, or prove your courage and stay with us, as part of our band. You will find no more generous ruler than the Hawkes"
The musicians strike up a lively jig, and I watch the remaining crowd begin to sway to the music, the party roaring to life louder than ever.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Sister Therese

OOC: Sorry for the delay in posting. I wanted to see how the whole nun sacrifice issue was going to be resolved before I made my next post.

IC: When the guards suddenly appear and drag the priest away, we are too frightened to try and intervene. We watch helplessly as he is stripped and tied down to pegs set on the sand. I know I should not stare at his nudity, but shock and fear paralyze me. He is the first naked man I have ever seen, and inexorably my eyes are drawn to…that part of him. My face burns with shame, but still I cannot look away. From their laughter and evil looks, it is clear that the Lady Captain and her female crewmember have some lascivious plans for him. For one dreadful moment I fear that we nuns will be forced to watch whatever takes place. That would be the crowning mortification on a day that has already had quite a few of those.

Just then, however, there is a great commotion. Captain Hawke starts to shout something about a missing Spaniard, and then a number of crewmembers race off into the woods. For the first time Hawke’s smug, arrogant demeanor has dropped like a mask, and he looks very distressed. I listen intently to the chattering voices and soon learn that one of the captives has escaped! In fact it is the Spanish captain, De La Vega! Now I understand the reason for the British dog’s dismay, for if De La Vega can escape, there is hope for the rest of us. Perhaps he can even help us to get off this wretched island! We exchange looks of guarded optimism, and I offer up a small silent prayer for his safety.

With the search party underway, Hawke gestures at the table where we nuns sit. Immediately guards surround us and order us to our feet. The captain instructs them to take the other sisters to something called “the Cloister”, where they will spend the night. But not me. With a smile Hawke orders that I be taken to “special quarters.” My eyes widen and I start to protest, but a guard firmly takes my arm and leads me in the opposite direction from where the sisters are headed. I manage to catch Sister Claudine’s eye as I am led away. She has both hands to her mouth and seems about to cry. I know just how she feels. Dread has settled in my stomach like a heavy stone. But I won’t give in to my tears, no matter what happens to me. Instead, I pray. But for the first time in my life, I fear that no one is listening.

 

[Inkubus]

Carlos

I am making good time even though it is obvious I do not know where I am going. I move away from the paths and easy modes of travel. I slip though dense brush, and wade through dangerous marshes. Carefully watching to make sure I dont leave tell a tale signs of my path. Someone must be praying for me...for I know not how anything could live in the darker regions of this jungle and for now...the jungle has not consumed me. I stop to catch my breath and listen to the dangers around me. Off in the distance I hear something that makes my blood run cold. I hear the barking of taskmasters and the sound of the hunt. either they know of my escape already or...No, I must always assume the worst, it is the only way to stay alive. I pick myself up and check my stolen gear if I am captured they will want to make an example of me. I must get a message out before they catch me, I must at least start the tide to freedom before I allow myself to rest...I will my tired form to stand, and through will and the grace of god I delve into the jungle.

OOC**** Im not sure what I intended when I started this char I think I was just trying to be diffrent from all the pirates and thus chose to be a prisoner. I hope Mtnangel doesnt leave, and I hope this chemistry that has formed out this thread isnt given up. You all are amazing writers and this thread has a life of its own. I'm just honored to be along for the ride.

 

[SexyChele]

Maria Elena

I cannot believe this that I am hearing....free....to leave? Madre deDios but I knew I would outlast this thief. Gathering my clothes about me, I march up to the evil one.

"Senor, I have the courage of 10 of your cowards that you call men. From what I have seen so far, I have not been given one reason why I should want to join loyalties with the Hawkes!"

With held high, I turn to leave - smiling at the fact that I have been able to outwit these thieves. Now, to find a way off the island, and back Spain.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

I see on the face of the young nun her fear, and at the same time, the way her eyes are drawn inexorably to the priest. Good, I think to myself, already she is beginning to feel the doubts I wish to plant in her mind. The game I will play with her will be pleasurable indeed.

The Spanish dancer's fire and contempt make me laugh. Cowards, she calls my men. How little she knows. Not one of my men has faced death less than a score of times, some hundreds. I have never needed to punish any of them for cowardice, for cowards do not long survive in our band. Still, she has fire, this one. And I do believe might make an excellent addition to our crew. I look at Black Bart and grin.

"Well, she certainly does think highly of herself. Since she was yours to do with as you please, I honor your decision. But I want no one giving her free passage or aught else without her earning it in some fashion. Pass the word."

I have every confidence De La Vega will soon be once more within our grasp. Then we will find out if he truly is as he appears, just a traveller, or perhaps what concerns me more, a spy for the Spanish Navy. For now, though..

Elizabeth is lovely in the torchlight, her hair teased by the evening breeze. I find myself hungering for her, for the pleasures of our special place we have both furnished, sharing the young virgin toy I sent ahead to be bathed and prepared for us. I draw her close to me and nuzzle her throat, whispering against the softness of her flesh.

"Elizabeth, shall we dismiss the crew to their pleasures? I thought perhaps we might open the Cloister to them this night and let them make free with the nuns, those of course, who have not other plans."

I nod towards Clarrissa and Black Bart, chuckling.

"And, dear sister, might ye be interested in retiring to our rumpus room? Our toy of the evening awaits there as I have sent her on ahead and ordered her given a bath and meal. She should be ripe for our tasting."

[Edited by sojournerwolf on 06-02-2001 at 04:21 PM]

 

[Clarrissa]

Father Marco

OOC: My husband has decided to take on the role of the priest. While reading our story lines he mentioned some plans for the priest. He is thinking along the lines of enemy of the Hawkes etc. Those of you who consider your characters enemy's of the Hawkes might consider plotting together by email etc. While this is sexual role play we still need some sub-plots to keep it interesting. Father Marco is in the process of registering etc. The priest is staked to the sand now please leave him there until Father Marco can make his first post. Leave it to my husband to plot against me hehe.



[Edited by Clarrissa on 06-02-2001 at 12:14 PM]

 

[Clarrissa]

Clarrissa Morgan

Clarrisa was momentarily stunned as she watched Bart kneel before the Captain. She knew in her mind something was still not quite right, Black had done nothing she would not have done. The dancer was to be set free, this she had heard. Still Maria was not to be trusted, she was not one of them, at least not yet.

Black rose to his feet and came back his manner was changed but there was still lust in his eyes, only now directed at her. As he grabbed her and pulled her to himself the reality struck home she wanted him as well.

The priest was forgotten now. Black's arm pulling me close and the deep kiss me gave only confirmed this to myself.
"Untie the priest, give him his robes and send him off with the nuns". Turning back to Black she reached around and rubbed the lacings on his breeches. "I see no evidence of wanting here",laughing loudly to taunt him. "I have no desire to stick my knives in you Black but a good mind to let Angus take a chunk out of your scurvy hide", leaning her head in she bit the side of his neck hard enough to be made known her point, but not breaking the skin.

"You free my playtoy and then take liberties, the Captain has chosen not to punish you, but perhaps I will not be as kind". <leering at him in a suggestive way>



OOC: Father Marco requested being sent with the nuns until he can post.

 

[wildxfire]

The magician

As the young spanish dancer walks past me, holding her shredded clothes tightly against her bare body, I speak a warning, from concern for her.
"Be careful my child, turn not your back on the ones who would help you, let not your beleifs of superiority blind you against the real evils and dangers we all face"
I say the words gently, so she can only hear me, for I am concerned for her, in body and in soul.....


[Edited by wildxfire on 06-02-2001 at 06:16 PM]

 

[BLACK BART]

Black Bart, first mate

I stand in front of the spitfire, Clarrissa, hearing her taunts, seeing the smoke in her eyes. I warn her, in a husky, gravelly voice "Be careful, my warrior lady, my blood runs hot, and it may I who takes a bite from your beast, indeed I have fed on hound before and find it quite tasty"
I laugh at the expression in her eyes, first of my mock threat, then from realising I have returned her taunt. I tell her boldly, my voice husky from desire "Come here wench, of your own free will, but keep the fire that burns inside you, it is that I desire, and wish to taste deeply"

My eyes follow the spanish dancer, worry "flits" across my brow, will she leave and become a victim to an even more ruthless force that is lurking outside our band of warriors, or will she stay, become one of us, making herself and us all the stronger in the process.
Twice now an evil smell has drifted by me, once a warning from the magician, a second time in the face of my King and Captain, as he spared me. We will need all the allies we have I feel, the danger is real, not a thing only the demon rum brings to me in the middle of the night.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke (OOC about priest and some background on Jerry Hawke himself)

OOC: re: Father Marcos.
How very cool! I look forward to your husband joining the thread as the priest, Clarrissa. The sub plot of plotting enemies sounds great! I have revised my previous post, speaking with Elizabeth, accordingly.

A little background on Jeremiah Hawke, by the by...my character has two particular dislikes which may or may not have become apparent by now.

Though he and his sister are of noble birth themselves, he despises the nobility of Britian in particular and of other countries in general. This is partly due to the way he and his sister were shunned and forced to flee their home, and in part because of his personal experiences at the hands of those in power when he was forced to join the Royal Navy by his parents when very young. (see my first posting to this thread.)

Jeremiah also has a deep and abiding contempt for those "of the cloth". (The reason for this will become clearer later in the thread.) This is why he has such an obsession with the nun, with whom he will deal later.

ON WITH THE STORY...



[Edited by sojournerwolf on 06-02-2001 at 04:35 PM]

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

IC: I direct the guards to take the priest to another set of our guest quarters than that of the Cloister, to be guarded well until Elizabeth decides his fate. He might be less discomfitted, I think, if he hears not what sounds might be issuing from there this night.

 

[Diamondnrough]

OOC: Sojourner, my characters name is Crystal LaPierre, {pronounced Lah-pee-ay} I have no qualms about any subject, direct me where you wish,as my character develops she will find out what fulfills her......

 

[sojournerwolf]

Hi, Diamondnrough

OOC:
I like the name.

BACKGROUND:
While we are dealing with the escaped Spaniard, etc. you have been taken to Jeremiah & Elizabeth's "rumpus room". It has been furnished jointly by the brother and sister, used by either and together depending upon their moods. (More on that later: there is a large bed, covered in silk stolen from previous raids, several locked chests containing "toys", and other furinishings, as well as some tasteful, if explicit erotic artwork.) You have been allowed a bath and meal, as well as given a gossamer robe to dress in, the remnants of your being taken away.

OOC: *G* We will be seeing you soon.

 

[SexyChele]

Maria Elena

Walking away, I am consumed with thoughts as to how to get off of this island. Surely anyone with a ship is loyal to the Hawkes. I may be free to leave...but will I truly be free to leave?

Suddenly, a dark and mysterious figure steps out from the trees and states some warning to me. Yes, I must watch my back, as he says, from anyone associated with the Hawkes.

I look at this man, his eyes are strange, compelling. But not so compelling to be insulted at his words against my pride.

"Senor, I do not know who you are, but your 'warnings' have little to do with me! I am a free woman...have you not heard for yourself? Leave me alone!"

To punctuate my words, I strike him across the cheek, before turning to go.

But....where to go to?

 

[Clarrissa]

Clarrissa Morgan

Reaching down she patted Angus's head "Home Boy", she commanded. The dane took off down the beach.

Turning she move infront of Black, "You sir may not taste of my pet, However there is good reason to believe you may taste of me this night. I come of my own free will as I do all things, of my own will".

Pressing herself against his chest she put both hands aside his face and kissed him as deeply as he had done before to her. Her nipples pressed against him. Pressing her hips against his she purposely rubbed against him to press his manhood against herself. Lifting her head she grinned devilishly into his face, "I still see no evidence of this desire you speak of, my fire burns, what of yours?"
Moving away she took up the skin drinking heavily from it, dribbles of wine trailing down her chin between her breasts.
Taking a finger swiping up the trail of wine from between them she turned back to Black, "Care for a taste?"

 

[Kimberly]

I shake my head as Bart lets the dancer free. I think to myself that maybe I should enslave her.....the thought is broken by my brother as he nuzzles my neck and speaks the vibration of his words make my flesh crawl and pleases me.

"Why yes dear brother. I will enjoy tasting your pleasant fruit that you found." Refering to the virgin.

"As for the crew......I think that they should join in any "fun" that they can find." I give a low chuckle as I stand up and raise my glass. "I make this in honor of my crew and of Jeremiah's. Pleasure yourself in the ways that you want. The Cloister is open to anyone that would like to go. Enjoy yourselves ladies and lords."

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

I grin at my sister's invitation to the crew. Exactly what I had been thinking. They cheer her and begin to disperse, some towards the Cloister, other, having paired up with willing members of the crew, in the directions of their homes, for all of our crew have their own homes within this village, something Elizabeth and I have seen to.

I raise my own goblet to Elizabeth and quaff it down. Giving orders to one of the servants that the great tub in the room be refreshed and refilled, I then take Elizabeth's arm and we stroll liesurely towards our special place, the "rumpus room" where the young Crystal awaits our pleasure.
Walking beside Elizabeth, I feel my desire for them both growing as an eager hunger. It has been too many months, during our stints at sea, since we have been together. My lust is rather noticeable as I strain against the lacing of my breeches.

OOC: Kimberly, I have offered a few ideas in my previous post to DiamondNRough as to the furnishings of the "rumpus room". Feel free to read it over, make any additions or refinements you desire.

 

[THEBRAT]

I was within hearing distance when you let the Spanish Dancer go.my Brother you are not such a fool as I've always thought these many years.

Maria you know where THE RAVEN is docked.You should have listened to the warnings.

OOC

Sorry about not posting until now I couldn't get online

 

[wildxfire]

The magician

As the blow strikes, I see the Dancer's future, or rather one of them. Her body lays with many others, on the shore of an island, not moving....
"Woman of no humility" I cry out, "You must learn your lesson, before it is your death"
As she turns, I strike a single blow, touching the base of her neck, rendering her unconcious. As her body slumps, I catch it,and lift her into my arms, her head against my chest.
"Black Bart has given you your freedom, and I must take it away" I tell your nude, unconcious form as I carry her back to the hall. "You will learn to obey, and perhaps enjoy the lesson also"

 

[THEBRAT]

Brother we are both safe for now. I know how we will both meet our ends. Fighting as we did as children back to back on board THE RAVEN Fathers ship

 

[MtnAngelWV]

OOC: I am humbled by the requests I have received not to leave the thread. If it is okay with the group I shall remain. Thank you all for your kind words!


IC: As I am chained in the middle of the frenzy, I have a perfect view of all the actions taking place. I notice that a Spaniard has escaped from the captains. While my upbringing has taught me that Spaniards are dirty people to be avoided, I find myself silently pleading for his safety. He may be the only hope for the innocents. I try to mask my feelings so as not to betray him.

I turn away from his position to witness the dancer being awarded her freedom while Bart places his whip at Jeremiah's feet. I strain at my bondage wishing that I could hold the whip in my hands. I want so badly to lash this captain. Out of anger or excitment, I am not sure. My ire at him is born out of his rejection. He should be overcome with desire for me but instead he mocks my beauty.

I recall his will to use me as a toy and break me if necessary. Oddly enough, my incarceration has provided me reprieve from the depravity that has encompassed most of the other prisoners. Maybe this Jeremiah has a heart that beats beneath his chest for I am spared yet again the defamation of my body and soul. The warm breeze picks up my hair and I feel free for the first time in days. I close my eyes, inhaling deeply, and enjoying my newfound freedom.

I pray for rescue, in what form I am unsure.

 

[BLACK BART]

Black Bart, first mate

The wine on Clarrissa's bosum is quite appealling, and at her offer to taste it I reach for her, pulling her into my arms, tearing her blouse open...I lower my head to her full,now unclad breasts, and begin to suckle them, swirling my tongue on each nipple, teasing it into a hardened bud, then biting it gently...
"We need more wine" I tell her, taking the sack and pouring another draught on her bare breasts, watching it trail bown her flat stomach and disappear under her breeches.
"Aye, my sweet warrior woman, tis said you must not let a good thing waste" I tell her,suddenly lifting her, and spinning around, lowering her curvaceous body to the large banquet table, setting her down on her back. I lower my head again to her breasts and begin following the trail I had just created, my tongue and lips going lower and lower towards her breeches.
"Aye, matey" I tease "Twill be hard to drop anchor in such a well guarded port"

 

[Diamondnrough]

Crystal LaPierre

At Jeremiah's request I am led to a room, then locked in it. I may be a virgin, but not as naive as I was when we were captured. The contents of the room confirmed my suspicions, a bed, a warm bath and a gown so sheer nothing was left for imagination...
The bath I went for immediately, washing the grime off of my body, and allowing me a chance to explore it, wondering at my reactions to the past days events...
I looked forward to Jeremiah's attentions, casting off the stories the nun had told me of the ways of men. Still there was a slight twinge of fear, was I to be a plaything and discarded? What was his plans for me.....
Reluctantly I finished the bath and stepped out of the carressing waters, toweling my firm body, in the full bloom of youth. I found several bottled scents and sampled them, choosing a cloying scent that I thought would appeal to him, placing a small amount in each crevice of my body.
I would give him something pleasing to the eye, I decided, as I fixed my hair, piling it into a spiraling mound atop my head, showing off my long graceful neck and shoulders.
Finishing each detail to my idea of perfection, I slid the sheer, shining gown on finally, feeling its silky fabric teasing my nipples, giggling as they responded to it. I sat on the huge bed, testing it's surface, and wait patiently, wondering what the locked chests have inside them, and what their significance is to me and my evening......

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

Elizabeth and I enter the "rumpus room". The first sight I have of Crystal causes my breath to catch in my throat, and the tightness in my breeches to become a near throbbing agony. Truly, I have seen and known intimately many beautiful women, Elizabeth being the foremost among them. Yet this young woman in her sheer gown, laying unself-consciously upon the bed, brings to minds those Muslim tales of houris, the incredible semi-divine female creatures who are a reward for the truly faithful.

It is all I can do to keep from going to her right then, taking her in my arms and warming her flesh of dusky rose. Yet, I restrain myself for the moment. Tonight is to be this young woman's introduction into the world of pleasure she has never before imagined, its interweaving of ecstatic sensuality and orgasmic pain.

Instead, Elizabeth and I walk over to the bed, each of us feasting our eyes on Crystal. I see wariness there, but at our evident admiration, there is another glow.

"Good evening, m'dear," I say with a smile. "You look lovely as the new flowers of spring in their first bloom."

I close my eyes, and lean closer until my lips are nearly brushing the flesh at her throat, my warm breath caressing her skin.

"And yet, far more than the flowers, for never have they smelled so sweet."

I straighten up. The bath has been refilled. I smile at the thought of its warmth washing away the grit of the day. It is a large bath, sunken into the floor kept warm by a cunning hypocaust built beneath it by a Greek engineer who was our guest for many months.

Crystal watches wide eyed as I take Elizabeth in my arms and nuzzle her throat, kissing her slowly, deeply. My hands roam my sister's lithe, sweet body from shoulders to the swell of her buttocks, along the sleek plains of her belly and to Elizabeth's breasts which seem to fit so perfectly within my hands. I loosen her bodice and slowly draw back the cloth from her shoulders. The flickering candlelight glows along her soft, pale flesh whose satiny sweetness deceptively hides taut, toned muscles as velvet might sheathe steel.

Her top falls away, exposing her torso in all its glory.

I hear Crystal gasp behind us at the sight of my sister's loveliness, for well she should. Many a man wooed her, even when she was but a lass in England, and many a woman despaired of their own beauty at the sight of Elizabeth Hawke. She remains for me the most desirable of women, no matter how many others have shared our beds together or separately.

I kneel before Elizabeth, kissing her navel, teasing it with my tongue, then send long, moist kisses along her taut tum, kissing slowly my sister's breasts, each in turn, unhurriedly, teasing with lips and tongue her nipples into eager pertness.

Idly, I wonder for a moment what the young virgin Crystal thinks of this, is she finding her own flesh beginning to tingle, her preasts slowly heaving as her nipples move against the gossamer fabrick of her gown, moistness forming as a dew upon the bloom of her own desire in the dark foliage between her thighs. What is she thinking, I wonder, what is she feeling, seeing Elizabeth and I in such close embrace.

Once more, I kiss Elizabeth's throat, finding the secret, soft flesh beneath her jaw, along the underside of her chin. Then, once more, my lips come to hers, and we kiss again. I feel the heat of her even through my own doublet, the press of her nipples as I murmur into her ear.

"Shall we bathe, dear sister, a sybaritic delight to whet our appetites for the pleasures of the night?"

I glance over at Crystal, watching her flushed skin and bright eyes.

"I do believe, between the three of us, we've sufficient hands to do a wondrous wash."



[Edited by sojournerwolf on 06-03-2001 at 11:42 AM]

 

[Sharkie58]

Father Marco

Looking around at the sparcely furnished room I give my thanks to God there is a bed here. The events of the past week have weighted heavy upon my soul testing my faith to it's very limits. I pray the sisters have made it to the Cloister unharmed. The Captains moods change with the wind.

I here the rustling of the guard outside the door of the quarters I had been afforded. I am still under lock and key but now not in any immediate danger. God saw fit to spare my life, but now my fate is to be deterimined by the Lady Captain. God save me and give me the strength to endure whatever her whim.

Moving about the small room I find a wash stand with water and soap. "God has favored me again". Washing the grime from my body my thoughts dwell back to the Spanish Dancer who was set free. Being staked in the sand naked was humiliating enough, haveing my member twitch at the thought of her being forced upon me was a sin, perhaps I am no better than these heathens around me. I can not help myself a man of God, but only a man, to think what it might have been like. God save my soul.