CutiePie1997
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Adee's Night World had been full and active. There had been Black Dreams and Light Dreams both -- horrifying nightmares and wonderful visions, respectfully. But it was the last dream in her mind as she awoke that stuck with Adee.
She'd been standing at the bow of a great warship as it pushed at impossible speeds through a fierce storm that was raising and dropping the Great Circle Sea with hundred foot waves. She was dressed for battle, with leather and steel armor covering her from head to toe while an army of nearly naked, painted warriors stood behind her, screaming at the wind ... and at the pirate boat approaching ... the craft upon which a gigantic Rollo stood, naked to the Goddess, his great cock sticking out hard and distant beyond the front of his boat...
...suddenly she was in his arms, but ... he was no longer Rollo but was instead a six armed man-creature whose hands groped at her every feature while he rammed his arm sized cock into her again and again and again! Adee was screaming! But ... not in horrific pain from the intrusions being made upon her virginal body ... no ... in great pleasure at the marvelous violation...
...then ... just as suddenly ... Adee was again in the arms of Rollo ... no ... not one Rollo ... two ... then three ... as they now groped at her with too many arms and rammed their own cocks into her ... as she was chastised by her near standing mother and an unknown man, who Adee would later presume represented her future husband, the Baron of Nurva...
...and then Adee was standing on an otherwise empty beach ... naked ... caressing her hands over her body as she watched a man bathe in the surf ... Rollo maybe...? Her last vision -- whether it was Black Dream or Light Dream could be debated -- was of reaching her own hand down between her thighs to begin pleasuring her own Joy Place as the man in the water -- yes, it was Rollo! -- turned toward her ... his groin unseen by her eyes ... and told her about a subject she in her unconscious state presumed to be about having sex with her, "I will never ... m'lady."
She awoke with a start at a sudden crackling of pitch in the fire. Her first conscious thought was to look about for Rollo, finding him with his back to her, breaking limbs for the fire. Her second conscious thought -- or realization, maybe -- was that she indeed did have a hand between her thighs, her shift pulled up unconsciously at some point allowing Adee to find her soft, sensitive flesh with her finger tips.
She jerked her hand away quickly, feeling her face explode as she looked out of the lean-to again. Rollo was looking her way now, but she didn't think he'd seen her embarrassing movement. Adee turned her face away, waited for the red to fade, then rose to move out to the fire, her bedding wrapped around her body to hide it from the man.
"Good morning," she said almost in a whisper, not looking up at him. She looked at the meat cooking over the flame, asking, "Is it ready?"
They spent a while talking about Rollo's thoughts on settling down here for a while, until they came up with a way to get off the island. Adee agreed with her Protector's assessment of the location, though she really didn't know one way or the other whether it was the best location or not. But, she trusted his assessment, and she told him so.
"Will we get off the island?" she finally asked. Despite the man's confidence in their ability to survive, Adee feared no one would ever find them on the island. Or, if someone did, what were the chances that their saviors would be some of the very pirates who had attacked them? She listened to his words, then said, "I'm scared, Rollo."
Her second night of sleep at their new camp wasn't quite as wild as her first, but Adee awoke to yet another erotic dream in which Rollo played a part. At least this time, she didn't have her hand pressing against wet folds of flesh. She had intentionally moved her bedding farther away from Rollo, staying warm by having him show her how to make a bed of dirt covered coals.
They spent the day exploring the island, stocking up supplies, looking for possible boat building supplies, and much more. Adee was becoming more comfortable around the man, joking with him, teasing him, even throwing rocks at him once while he'd sneaked off to the bushes to do his business.
This went on for three or four or five days, Adee wasn't sure. (She was losing track from a lack of concern about the passage of time with Rollo.) And while they were getting no closer to getting off the island, Adee was almost beginning to hope they never would. She got more playful with Rollo, but -- knowing the inappropriateness of a relationship between them -- she maintained enough distance between them to prevent one or the other of them from accidentally taking the other into his or her arms. Adee needed to make sure this didn't happen, because she knew that if it did ... she would give herself to the man without hesitation.
For the first time since they'd landed here, Adee awoke before, which made her smile with pride. Rising, she donned her boots after shaking the creepy crawlies out of them, then headed down the trail toward the sea shore, just a couple of dozen paces down a slight rise from their camp on the hill's edge. Rollo had been trying to teach Adee how to use a dagger, and while she'd learned a great deal, she still had a long way to go. This morning, she snuck both of Rollo's daggers and headed to the beach to train. She took a stance, swung, parried, swung again. In her mind's eye, a pirate grasped at his cut open chest while a second one clutched at his arm, now minus the hand she'd severed from him.
She danced about in the sand for several minutes, training with the weapon that, obvious, she had no reason to be carrying. It would take a great many hours, days, weeks, even months for her to be skilled enough with just this small blade to ever be able to defend herself. But, Adee was determined to learn.
"Careful, darling."
Adee spun so quickly that she lost her footing in the wet sand and fell backward to her buttocks. Standing less than twenty yards from her were three men -- pirates, certainly -- each walking slowly toward her with hungry smiles and leering glares.
"Cut yourself, you will," one of the men said. He was short and squat and ugly, with a scar running down the entire left side of his face. He offered a hand out, saying, "Gimme ... and teach ya how to use your little blade, I will."
Adee rolled away to her feet, holding the knives up in a threatening pose. Despite the trembling of the blades before her, she warned, "I don't need you to teach me how to use my blade, pirate scum."
"Pirate scum...?" the man repeated, causing his partners to laugh with him. He looked to his left and right, and slowly the three men began to spread out to eventually take up positions all about her. The Scarred Man said smiling, "Darling, I take offense, I do. Pirate, maybe, but ... scum? Call myself scum, I would not."
He was barely out of reach of the dagger's end by now, and despite having been backing slowly away, Adee soon found herself surrounded by the men. She glanced at each one of them, turning the blade on each as well, but maintaining most of her attention on Scar.
"Darling, give me the dagger, will you," he said, a statement, not a question. "Hurt you, we will not."
Adee's heart was pounding fiercely as the man looked knowingly to one man, then the other, then said quietly, "Take it then, we will."
Suddenly, the two men to her sides lunged forward. Adee had expected this, of course. Scar wasn't going to take a chance that the girl actually knew what she was doing with the blade and get himself hurt. Quickly, she backed away from the attack, spinning on her heel and swinging one of the blades in a wide arc as she held the second blade close to her body.
And she actually made contact! One of the men screamed out in pain and grasped at the gash now bleeding from his wrist to his elbow. The second man hesitated, looking at his friend in surprise, giving Adee the opportunity to step forward and thrust the second blade. She sunk it an inch into the man's side as he now yelled out both a painful scream and a foul word.
But, that was the end of Adee's offensive. Before she knew it, Scar had her by one hand, throwing her off balance enough for the Cut Man to grab her by the foot. Suddenly she found herself restrained by all four limbs as she screamed out, "ROLLO...! HELP!"
She'd been standing at the bow of a great warship as it pushed at impossible speeds through a fierce storm that was raising and dropping the Great Circle Sea with hundred foot waves. She was dressed for battle, with leather and steel armor covering her from head to toe while an army of nearly naked, painted warriors stood behind her, screaming at the wind ... and at the pirate boat approaching ... the craft upon which a gigantic Rollo stood, naked to the Goddess, his great cock sticking out hard and distant beyond the front of his boat...
...suddenly she was in his arms, but ... he was no longer Rollo but was instead a six armed man-creature whose hands groped at her every feature while he rammed his arm sized cock into her again and again and again! Adee was screaming! But ... not in horrific pain from the intrusions being made upon her virginal body ... no ... in great pleasure at the marvelous violation...
...then ... just as suddenly ... Adee was again in the arms of Rollo ... no ... not one Rollo ... two ... then three ... as they now groped at her with too many arms and rammed their own cocks into her ... as she was chastised by her near standing mother and an unknown man, who Adee would later presume represented her future husband, the Baron of Nurva...
...and then Adee was standing on an otherwise empty beach ... naked ... caressing her hands over her body as she watched a man bathe in the surf ... Rollo maybe...? Her last vision -- whether it was Black Dream or Light Dream could be debated -- was of reaching her own hand down between her thighs to begin pleasuring her own Joy Place as the man in the water -- yes, it was Rollo! -- turned toward her ... his groin unseen by her eyes ... and told her about a subject she in her unconscious state presumed to be about having sex with her, "I will never ... m'lady."
She awoke with a start at a sudden crackling of pitch in the fire. Her first conscious thought was to look about for Rollo, finding him with his back to her, breaking limbs for the fire. Her second conscious thought -- or realization, maybe -- was that she indeed did have a hand between her thighs, her shift pulled up unconsciously at some point allowing Adee to find her soft, sensitive flesh with her finger tips.
She jerked her hand away quickly, feeling her face explode as she looked out of the lean-to again. Rollo was looking her way now, but she didn't think he'd seen her embarrassing movement. Adee turned her face away, waited for the red to fade, then rose to move out to the fire, her bedding wrapped around her body to hide it from the man.
"Good morning," she said almost in a whisper, not looking up at him. She looked at the meat cooking over the flame, asking, "Is it ready?"
They spent a while talking about Rollo's thoughts on settling down here for a while, until they came up with a way to get off the island. Adee agreed with her Protector's assessment of the location, though she really didn't know one way or the other whether it was the best location or not. But, she trusted his assessment, and she told him so.
"Will we get off the island?" she finally asked. Despite the man's confidence in their ability to survive, Adee feared no one would ever find them on the island. Or, if someone did, what were the chances that their saviors would be some of the very pirates who had attacked them? She listened to his words, then said, "I'm scared, Rollo."
Her second night of sleep at their new camp wasn't quite as wild as her first, but Adee awoke to yet another erotic dream in which Rollo played a part. At least this time, she didn't have her hand pressing against wet folds of flesh. She had intentionally moved her bedding farther away from Rollo, staying warm by having him show her how to make a bed of dirt covered coals.
They spent the day exploring the island, stocking up supplies, looking for possible boat building supplies, and much more. Adee was becoming more comfortable around the man, joking with him, teasing him, even throwing rocks at him once while he'd sneaked off to the bushes to do his business.
This went on for three or four or five days, Adee wasn't sure. (She was losing track from a lack of concern about the passage of time with Rollo.) And while they were getting no closer to getting off the island, Adee was almost beginning to hope they never would. She got more playful with Rollo, but -- knowing the inappropriateness of a relationship between them -- she maintained enough distance between them to prevent one or the other of them from accidentally taking the other into his or her arms. Adee needed to make sure this didn't happen, because she knew that if it did ... she would give herself to the man without hesitation.
For the first time since they'd landed here, Adee awoke before, which made her smile with pride. Rising, she donned her boots after shaking the creepy crawlies out of them, then headed down the trail toward the sea shore, just a couple of dozen paces down a slight rise from their camp on the hill's edge. Rollo had been trying to teach Adee how to use a dagger, and while she'd learned a great deal, she still had a long way to go. This morning, she snuck both of Rollo's daggers and headed to the beach to train. She took a stance, swung, parried, swung again. In her mind's eye, a pirate grasped at his cut open chest while a second one clutched at his arm, now minus the hand she'd severed from him.
She danced about in the sand for several minutes, training with the weapon that, obvious, she had no reason to be carrying. It would take a great many hours, days, weeks, even months for her to be skilled enough with just this small blade to ever be able to defend herself. But, Adee was determined to learn.
"Careful, darling."
Adee spun so quickly that she lost her footing in the wet sand and fell backward to her buttocks. Standing less than twenty yards from her were three men -- pirates, certainly -- each walking slowly toward her with hungry smiles and leering glares.
"Cut yourself, you will," one of the men said. He was short and squat and ugly, with a scar running down the entire left side of his face. He offered a hand out, saying, "Gimme ... and teach ya how to use your little blade, I will."
Adee rolled away to her feet, holding the knives up in a threatening pose. Despite the trembling of the blades before her, she warned, "I don't need you to teach me how to use my blade, pirate scum."
"Pirate scum...?" the man repeated, causing his partners to laugh with him. He looked to his left and right, and slowly the three men began to spread out to eventually take up positions all about her. The Scarred Man said smiling, "Darling, I take offense, I do. Pirate, maybe, but ... scum? Call myself scum, I would not."
He was barely out of reach of the dagger's end by now, and despite having been backing slowly away, Adee soon found herself surrounded by the men. She glanced at each one of them, turning the blade on each as well, but maintaining most of her attention on Scar.
"Darling, give me the dagger, will you," he said, a statement, not a question. "Hurt you, we will not."
Adee's heart was pounding fiercely as the man looked knowingly to one man, then the other, then said quietly, "Take it then, we will."
Suddenly, the two men to her sides lunged forward. Adee had expected this, of course. Scar wasn't going to take a chance that the girl actually knew what she was doing with the blade and get himself hurt. Quickly, she backed away from the attack, spinning on her heel and swinging one of the blades in a wide arc as she held the second blade close to her body.
And she actually made contact! One of the men screamed out in pain and grasped at the gash now bleeding from his wrist to his elbow. The second man hesitated, looking at his friend in surprise, giving Adee the opportunity to step forward and thrust the second blade. She sunk it an inch into the man's side as he now yelled out both a painful scream and a foul word.
But, that was the end of Adee's offensive. Before she knew it, Scar had her by one hand, throwing her off balance enough for the Cut Man to grab her by the foot. Suddenly she found herself restrained by all four limbs as she screamed out, "ROLLO...! HELP!"