Waterworld (closed for HottieKatie)

Long ago, or some of the elders tell me, dry land covered a great deal of the earth. Not just clusters of small islands either; swaths of land that spread out as far as the open sea spreads today. The 63 Rocky Islands of AmeriCanada was a mere fragment of a great American empire with just as many provinces under its control. Black dirt, so valuable nowadays, was everywhere, and people planted and reaped crops from the earth like nobody’s business. Why, they even say that, once upon a time, there was a woman for each and every man.
Of course, most of the Brotherhood doesn’t believe such nonsense. Even if such a world did exist, it has long ago yielded to the sea, though nobody is sure why. The Rocky Islands, Peru, The Alps, Himalaya; these islands chains made up the only dry land we’ve ever seen, most of the people clinging to the great floating habitats; metal and wood bound into crude buildings and docks on the inside of floating rings. Both the plants foods and the dirt they might have once grown in are precious and rare; fish, seaweed, and recycling pits filled with human waste, worn remains of tools and buildings, and corpses having replaced them. Only smaller or ancient boats can be found, braving a sea filled with great storms and sharks. Some people trade, others fish, and a few even deal in slaves, selling strong-backed oarsmen or the ever-scarce women to men with enough supplies or dirt to trade… no questions asked.
The Brotherhood of the Kraken was one such group.
Today, The Kraken, a great metal “cruiser” of old, or so the Captain says, was taking a great wind in his sails from the north, blowing the pocket-marked hull towards its next quarry; a fair-sized fishing habitat famous for its collection of high-tech relics. Standing atop the deck, sun blazing down in my face, I steadily aimed the harpoon gun, the hustle and bustle of the carts and the smell of charred meat signaling the midday’s arrival. Finger darting down on the trigger, I watched the silvery harpoon fly through the air, stopping dead in the neck of the old cloth dummy set up thirty paces away. Smiling grimly, I ran one hand through my hair, weaving through the crowd gathering about a fish cart a bit off before pulling the harpoon back out, a slight rip the only sign I’d even shot. Reloading reflexively, I slung the gun over my shoulder holster before joining the tussle to get to the front of the crowd, giving a few brotherly jousts and taking just as many in return before I got up, snatching a well-blackened bit and taking a large bit as I forced my way out. It was rather juicy, but on the Kraken, juicy was less of a flaw and more of a sauce.

Wandering to the edge of the deck, I leaned over to watch the waves break on the hull, biting the occasional chunk of fish and tossing the skeleton onto the deck when done, so the younger boys could take it to the recycler. The sound of the sea was almost hypnotic, entrapping my attention for I don’t know how long. After a time, however, I heard the bellowing cry of our look-out, voice scratchy from the salt air. “Prey sighted!”

Quickly, I jolted myself up, body tensing as I, like the rest of the men, looked towards the bow of the ship. Sure enough, the light glint of sun off metal was prominent in the distance, showing the vague shape of our target. However, this collective look lasted only for a brief moment, the activity quickly retaking control as preparations for the attack began. Kayaks where pulled down from their racks, men scrambled into the seats of the larger harpoon guns or for the smaller sort strapped to their backs. I, like was my duty, headed over and pulled a well-worn kayak down from its rusted steel holder, dragging it across the deck to the edge, ready to slid it over the railing once we got close enough. I did take a moment to look up and breath a silent prayer to our banner; a black kraken on white. They would fall to us, certainly, but every raid had casualties…

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Jeanine had gone further than the rest, as she thought she had spotted some rocks at the distance. Her ship had stopped for a moment seeing there were no pirates around to get some food and maybe relics. The women were down the water diving, trying to find something valuable. Not always, but once in a while they found some quite nice things they exchanged later for some food or pieces for the boat. Meanwhile, the few men they still had were fishing with their rudimentary rods.

They were not quite a big Community, just about a dozen people: 8 women, most of them quite old, 3 men and a little child. Jane was the youngest, being saved by the crew a few weeks ago, after her ship had wrecked. The Community had been kind enough to help her, asking nothing in return, only that she would join them and help them. She had found it a quite good deal, having been escaping from the attackers since they had burned her little settlement a couple moths ago. The Community itself had been raided some days before they found Jeanine, probably by the same gang. They were a much more larger group, but most men got killed in the incident, the healthiest women were taken as prisoners and those left were lucky not to be killed. But they were useless enough for the raiders to be left behind, so they were trying to survive in their own way.

And today they were lucky enough to get some peaceful time to stop to fish and dive. Jane took a different direction, she always liked to dive separately. And after some minutes, she touched ground. It was not that much, but it was enough for her purpose. She hated the wet clothes on her, so she took off her robe, hooked it in the rock hoping the wind would dry it in the meantime and jumped into the water again. Now she was able to dive better and following the rock, she was lucky to find some pieces of some value. The Community would be so happy...

Once she got everything she could find, she was ready to come back. Jane wrapped up the things she had collected inside her clothes as she didn't want to lose anything in the way. She was about to jump in the water back to the ship when she saw the smoke, then the flames and then she could hear the screams.

"Fuck, they found us"

What was she going to do? She couldn't go back, they would seize her too. But she couldn't either stay there. They must have already seen her, and even if they didn't, she would be left there alone with no way to leave.

Think, think, think...

And then she felt the knock, and nothing else for a while.

The next bit of time was extremely tence, everybody on the boat almost tasting battle in their mouths, although that could just be the ever-permating metel in the air. One hand locked white-knuckled about the kayak's handle, one gripping to the rail, I watched and waited, the glint slowly growing strong, my eyes struggling to take it in. The sea always magnified the power the sun, reflecting it off itself so many times so that no matter how many times you tried to adapt to it, you always started to squint. Indeed, it could even make a man feel a bit light-headed for a bit if he stood outside too long. Ya, I was starting to feel it right now. By now, only the sound of the waves and the soft creak of the pedals rotating the harboon platforms could be heard, the men all ready for a good raid.

Of course, as we drew closer, a few dissapointed snorts could be heard, the sure metal shards of a recent raid filling the water. We knew that a few petty gangs had been operating in the region, but nothing major enough to individually raid a habitat. The no-good plankton-dicks must have done a group attack. However, I kept my eyes sharp and... suddenly caught something. Just at the edge of my vision, there was a spot where the sun wasen't seering my eyes. It was big, brown... a rock of some sort. But what was that moving...

Suddenly, I heard the *pop* of the harpoons flying, the habitat close enough that we could make out the details... they haden't even fixed up their walls yet. Of course, there where only a gaggle of old men on the edges, standing up and waving their rods threatingly... how cute. Quickly, the men sprung into action, dropping their boats off or bringing up more of the large harpoons nessicery for the deck mounted guns. Taking in a deep breath, I allowed my hand on the railing to slip, leaping into the kayak as it plumited down, my unkept hair blowing up behind me and my vest nearly flying off as I feel, taking to the water with a resounding splash. However, quickly recovering, I paddled as fast as I could over to the rock, focusing my eyes and leaning forward to get a better idea of what I was looking at, safe in the wave-shadow on the habitat. It was... praise the Kraken, it was a women!

My arms filled with a new energy, forcing myself out sideways as the rest of the men moved forward, chucking fish-oil cocktails, shooting harpoons, or waving crude axes and blades. I for one, had enough trouble as is, trying to row perpedicular to the others, a few shouting jeers as to what I was doing. However, coming up upon her, I gave her a quick shove, her head bouncing agenst the rock before I snatched her up by the hair, yanking her a little worse for ware into the boat, taking the time to snatch up a few metel doo-dads she must have been collecting. Not alot of liquid wealth, that's for sure, but a good girl... she was a good girl, could get you almost anything. My mind was almost in a trance about what I might buy as I rowed back, the ropes hoisting me up; perhaps their was a set of water-proof clothing in my future. Eventually, once aboard, I dragged her back to my cell, rather small, before shutting the door and giving her a few good soild slaps, leaving marks on her face as I worked to wake her up.

"Get up you salty cunt," I cursed under my breath, pressing into the chest to get the saltwater out of her mouth. "I said get up!"

She woke up coughing water. Instinctively she turned around to allow it to get out of her lungs as quickly as possible. When all the water was out, it took her a few seconds to remember what had happened. She was cold and wet, and her body hurt a lot. She felt like she had been pushed by the water into the rocks a thousand times.

And then she felt the presence. She turned around to see the man. She quickly crawled away from him, and curled up in a corner of the room, embracing her legs with her arms, avoiding the exposure of her body.

She sat there, staring at him, breathing with some difficulty because of the effort and the fear she was feeling.

"Please, don't hurt me", she knew it would make no difference at all. If he wanted, he'd do it anyway, but she needed to say something.

There was a strange mixture of emotions running through me at the moment... angery, weariness, anticipation, among others. I diden't even notice that there was salt water spewing out over my leg (Our clothing was minimal, for practical reasons... a metel ship heats up fast). What I did notice was her eyes;they where deep, fearful, perhaps a bit embaressed. I did, however, let her slip out of my grip, purging her lungs herself. There wasen't anywhere for her to run to anyways.

Pulling myself back up off the floor, I looked down critically, appraising my mechandice. She had a good build, wide hips if her brests could be bigger, and not too bad to look at. Get rid of the sadness and terror maring her face, and she'd be worth half her weight in dirt. One hand to my hip, the other, rubbing a stubble on my chin, I made a soft humming noise as I went over her, my throat a bit itchy from the salt water. Finnaly, I gave myself a nod, small and spontanious, before moving closer to her, each step clinking on the ground beneth.

"Alright, girly," my voice was firm, no nonsence or emotion. "I'm only going to say this once, so lisen well. You're mine now; you'll do what I say, when I say it, and wherever I tell you to. You will take what I give you, and not ask for any more. Eventually, if you're good, I might be able to find a kind customer to sell you too. If not," I let it hang in the air for a moment, knowing it would be worse in your imagination. "You will refer to me as My Captian, unless I tell you otherwise. Now, what do they call you?"

His moving forward towards her scared her to death. She had always managed to be away from slave traders, but she had heard horrible stories about them, so she was terrified.

"My name is Jeanine, my Captain", she answered him quickly, not wanting to anger him.

But she kept thinking about what he had just said. Eventually... a kind customer... And what would come of her in the meantime? She was afraid to know, and she was sure he wouldn't like her asking, so she just kept staring at him, curled up against the wall. The metal was cold in her skin, but she tried to push away from him as much as she could. The cold metal plus the wet skin gave her gooseflesh and she was trembling a bit. She squeezed herself harder, waiting for the man to continue.

(In the United States, we call them goosebumps)

One end of my lips where up; a conceited, amused smile. Having been part of a slaver gang my whole life, ever since my father's slavegirl gave birth to me before being sold off, I had a bit of a knack for smelling fear. Of course, I diden't need it right now, it was so obvious. A frightened little ratter-kit in the corner, trying to make herself small as possable. This is what it felt like to be in charge... I can't say I diden't like it.

"Jeanine," I was honestly a bit impressed, and you could hear it in my voice. Not that many parents took the though to giving their children such cultured names on the habitats, though I suppose she could have been from an island origionally; the Rocky Island of Montana was pretty close to where we picked her up. It was accompanied with a slight nod. "I like that name. Think you'll keep it. Now," I brushed away a fly scuttling across my shoulder. "If anybody asks who's slave you are, tell them you're Gerve's, got it?" I mentally winced at the sound of my own name. It was Frankish, like myself... but the language sounded so soft.

I sank down on a knee next to her, my chest at her eye level the way we where both down. "Now, I want to hear about you," my face and tone staied serious, although inside I was laughing. Hey, I'd heard the same tale so many times, I needed something new. "Go on, do it." I was a bit frustrated the second time, one fist tensing, something going a bit off with the fish in my stomech.

"Ohm, ok. I... ehm... my name has been given to all the girls in my family from time immemorial... because of the first Jeanine who saved her family from a gang.... I've been told she was a brave woman, and they have been given their daughters the name in the hope they would be brave too... Unfortunately I can assure you it doesn't work that well..."

She started talking looking at the floor, afraid of looking the man in the eye. Not being able to think about what to talk about, but getting he found her name strange, she thought it would be a great place to start. She spoke quickly, as if she was in a hurry. She spoke like that when she was afraid or nervous.

"And... ehm... about myself... I've been travelling by myself for some time... I don't know what you would like to know... my Captain..."

I stood just to the side as I listend intently to her responce, eyes narrow and harsh. I suppose I'd been expecting a bit too much when I'd thought of her name. Father might have just been a trader or something. Still, it was at least a plesent distracton from the pain in my back. Besides, I'd seen worse women in my life. Slowly, I relaxed my body, letting it stand even a bit limp. She was a soft cunt, frightened and obedent, and I won't say I diden't like it.

"I'll take that for now, Jeanine," I diden't speak so sharply this time, just extremely firm, perhaps a bit stressed. "Look up at me when I'm talking to you," I tilted your chin up with my foot, so we could see eye to eye... sort of. "Now, you're on the Kraken, and here, most men woulden't think twice about raping you. As long as you stay here or with me, they'll get the message, but if you ever go wandering off," I gave a slight, sly smile. "Let's just say you won't be worth as much later." Quickly, I pulled you to your feet, feeling how weak and ragged you where. "We're getting you something to eat. Just remember, out there, you're cunt." With that, I opened the door, pulling you back out onto the deck and down into the kitchens, the stench of fish almost making a man want to gag. Still, it was warm, and it feed us. The distributor was a weasily boy, barely old enough to see over the desk, but sharp minded and quick tounged. "Brother, get my cunt something to eat. I'm in a bad mood, so no lewd jokes would be great." The whole thing was serious and mildly threatening, but that's just how you talk around here.

Getting the message, the boy ran into the back and came back with something rather fancy for slave rations; oyster. Cracking it open on the rusted counter, he poured the contents into my hand, which I held up to your mouth. "Go on," I commanded. "Eat."

Just a cunt... Raping... Not worth much later... His words left her even more frightened. She was afraid of him, but he had treated her quite well, given the circumstances. But now she knew it surely was just for the moment. She wished they had killed her, like they would have done with the rest of her ship, as she wouldn't be worrying anymore.

As they walked the corridor she just stared at the floor. She wouldn't want to see any man's eyes on her, she was feeling shameful enough by being naked, she didn't want to know when somebody was actually looking at her. Her hands and arms were not enough to cover herself, but she tried her best. Her hair covered her face as she looked downwards, and she managed to block her cunt with one hand. As her hair was quite long and straight-wet, it was enough to cover her breasts down to where the nipple could be shown. But she wasn't quite comfortable, so she tried to cover them with her arms too. She tried to do it in a casual way, not wanting to draw attention to the fact that she was uncomfortable being naked.

Having the food in front of her mouth she wondered whether he'd expect her to get it without using her hands, as if she was a pet or something, being degraded from her human condition. But she wouldn't want to encourage his treating her like that, so she slowly took the oyster with her hand and placed it in her mouth. It was not as bad as it looked. A little chewing and she swallowed it. She was quite hungry, so she would have eaten almost anything that would cover that hurting hole in her stomach.