A Privateer's Pray (Closed)

[Vixandra]

I have been called a wanderer for the past two decades of my 23 years. First with my father aboard his ship, the Fyre Hawk and now on my own ship, the Vixen.
My crew, a mixture of men and women in men's clothing, sent up a howl of celebration as the new year ticked in. 1685 the year was now, though it made little difference to me.
I was a man as far as the world of 'normals' was concerend, though the woman I owed my alleigance to, Queen Elizabeth of England, knew who I was, what I was. As long as I served her interestes she cared not a flip what I did.
These days- those interests were in the feild of the "Privateer" which is just a nice word for pirate. Sounds more legitimate.

I stood on the deck of the Vixen, spy glass at my eye, searching for a Spanish trade galleon I'd been told was passing through here. My ship, a three masted frigate, was smaller but faster and fare more manuverable then the larger cargo ship, named the Isabella.
A smiled curved my red lips, the color from a balm I used to keep them from chapping in the salty air. My hair was caught up in a tight braid that reached the small of my back, a cobalt bandana over my head to keep the whisps away from my heart-shaped face.
"Oy, me harties," I called out softly, not wanting my voice to carry over the water to my newfound prey. "Run up the Jolly Roger, Alex. Mira, wake those of the crew that are sleeping. I see a fat Spanish bird waiting to be plucked."
A low chuckle ran through the crew as they hurried to prepair the large 18 pound cannons that lined the decks on both sides. Others grabbed muskets and supply bags for them and hid away in the riggings.
The rest of my crew, a hand picked boarding team, joined me on the main gun deck, bristling with weapons as I myself was.
The belt around my slim waist bore a single shot pistol on my right hip and a wicked cutlass on the other. Knives were strapped to my forearms and in the tops of my boots, one thigh high, the other rolled down to knee height because I thought it looked interesting. A short sword was hidden under my billowy shirt on my back, the hilt hidden by my hair and the bandana.
I whispered to my gunners as we drew closer to the Isabella, my first mate Ayla at the helm.
"I want her holed solidly, at the waterline. Need enough time to board, loot, take the women and cast off," I reminded them. The gunners, all burly men, nodded with grins. We'd been at sea for two months about, with only a single short stop to reprovision ourselves.

We drew up near the Isabella, the bow or forward guns took aim and fired on my command, two of the shells taking the galleon at the waterline, just as I'd wanted.
I yelled, my voice carrying easily over the waves, "Surrender, Isabella, and do it now so we'll let the menfolk and most the women live and leave in the row boats I see. Resist and death to all!"
I waited for thier response with a smile, eyes on a young woman who stood at the deck...

 

[starlite_true]

I couldn't help but hold back a gasp as the eyes of the scoundrel met mine. I could see a flood of wild emotion, and it near stole my breath away. The captain of the vessel was coming out of his cabin now, and he was furious. I would have though him to be the cowardly type, but rather, he was screaming like a jaunted woman.

I looked to where my brother on the forecastle, working his mouth. He was afraid, but unwilling to be too expresive about it. I was starting to breathe heavy, I knew, and a soft warmth grew on my skin. I ran to the forecastle and put my arm around my brother as the captain's voice died on the wind. It sounded as if he were giving in. I turned my head quickly towards him, gripping my brother harder. He was surrendering! I was thankful, for that meant I would live, but my worries only redoubled. What would that demon with the steely eyes do to me? The thoughts warmed my flesh even more as I ran back to the captain, loising my hair clip in the process. My wild black tresses flew hither and dither, but I cared little. They were preparing to board us! What would they do with us? My eyes fell to the speaker again, and my heart quickened. Something about that gaze, that face... it nearly stole my breath away. I stared fixated at him... at least, I belived it to be a man... as he came acorss the plank to our ship. I swallowed again, held a hand to my chest, and prepared for the worst... yet hoped for the very best.

 

[Vixandra]

The Privateer

I swaggered across the board that linked the two ships, the sides of the Isabella secured to the Vixen with towlines. I was nimble as cat as I jumped down from the board, sword at the ready as my shipmates spread out behind me.
"Now, where's the captain of this vessil," I asked, looking around, crystal blue eyes missing nothing. Not even the alluring young woman hiding behind a man she bore a sharp resemblance to. Her cheeks were flushed, breathing quickened, easy to see from the tight corseted dress she wore.
Impractical but alluring.
The captain was shouting at me in Spanish, which I ignored until my second mate translated it for me. The usual, 'who are you to board us? The king will have you hunted and killed' crap that so many captains spout in such a situation.
I laughed at him, a rich chuckle and answered in English which my second mate, O'Malley translated. "I am the Captain of the Vixan, and your new captor. I suggest you shut up, you overstuffed fowl, if you wish to live. Call your crew to the deck, hands empty. My men wait in the masts and rigging of my ship to shoot any that come near us armed."
I leaned toward the captain with a smile that was really a flashing of teeth, "And I assure you, they are crack shots. We merely want to take your booty and a couple of women, nothing more. Surely your life is worth that loss."

 

[starlite_true]

Having been rasied in a house with a French maid who taught us English before we were 10, I bit back a scream. Wanted booty and women? Could that mean me? What would they do with us? The captain lamely did as the cad had told him. Christian tightened against me, and sprung. I called out after him, I knew he had heard what had been said, was he mad?

"Christian!" I sang out, but it was too late. A shot rang out from high above, and he fell. I did what any decent woman would do; I bolted down to be with him as he gasped out his last breath. I knew I should be sad, so sad that my only family was now gone the way as the rest of them. Now I was all alone, and my time seemed to be growing short. But instead of being tearful in worry and pain, I was simply blindingly furious. My eyes turned to a rich royal pruple (as they are normally violet) and I drew myself up from my brother's body.

"You..." I said to the (rather pleasent smelling) cur's face. I would have said more, but could not. My voice and conscious thought escaped me, my pulse quickened. What astounding eyes, what a strong, confidant face, so lovely...

With a violent toss of my head, I brought myself around, stepping back with my right heel to put myself in a defensive stance. But all I could muster to say was, "How dare you!" and then immediately fall silent, nearly bewitched by this stranger from another land.

 

[Vixandra]

The Captain

I tilted my head to the side as the man fell, bleeding rather heavily from his gut. A long and agonizing death would be his indeed. The woman placed herself between the man and I, making me raise an eyebrow at her while my crew hustled the rest of the ships people into the jolly boats.
"Stand aside, wench," I growled, my voice deep and harsh. A sudden wine whipped my red braid up in the air, catching the firelight as it did so. Even in the face of one armed with a sword, she stood. The man must be her brother, I mused before I moved. In a flash, my sword was in my left hand, the right rising and backhanding her lightly across the cheek, knocking her out of my way. Her own heels tripped her to the deck.

Grabbing a mass of black curls, I pulled her face up to look into my eyes. "Hear my words, little bird, it is not wise to disobey me. I know you speak English and you know I'm willing to kill to get things accomplished."
I threw her hair from my hand, standing up fully, sword flying back to my right hand.
"I would be a cruelty not to do this," I told her as I sliced across her brother's throat, ending his agonized wails. "To die of such a wound slowly, a true misery. The afterlife should hold enough of that I imagine."

I let the girl throw herself on the corpse, sobbing as I oversaw the rest of the evacuation of the former crew, mollified by the murder of one person already. Methodically, the raiding crew and I moved through the ship as the mast-snipers kept the deck clear of the enemy. We found another woman, obviously the maid of the first and trussed her up, one of my men tossing her over his shoulder to carry back to the Vixen.
Gems, gold, spices and costly silks from the Orient were our prizes for this ship- a very plump, rich haul indeed. The two women only made it that much nicer.

Returning to the deck, I saw the girl rise from her brother's corpse and finely notice her maid over my crewmans' shoulder, screaming through her gag.

 

[starlite_true]

Taken captive

I angrily brushed the remaining tears for my dead brother from my cheeks. The creature with the braid stepped near to me again, and I was about to speak before Misette's screams drew my attention to the plunderers. They had not killed anyone else, and the captain was sobbing quietly off by himself near the entry way into his cabin topside. I glanced around nervously, confused. Every bit of wealth was in their greedy paws, but the only woman that had been taken was Misette. My cheek still stung, and my head was spinning with all that had happened. I felt near faint, but struggled still to hold it together to see the outcome of all of this.

"You!" My voice was cold and heavily accented as I wandered still closer to the brute who was the leader appearently. "Coward! Fiend! You who can so easily kill and take what is not yours, how dare you?" I walked near enough to catch the scent of the intruder, and paused. It smelled like... a woman? I shook the thought from my mind. No woman could do such a dastardly thing. I stared the man dead in the eyes.

"Child pirate, supposed Captain of..." My eyes scanned the hull of the opposing vessel and skimmed over the ornately painted word, "Vixen" -- "Knave, Captain of the Vixen, you have no rights to any of this, and you are no more a man than a wild dog! I will personally... what are you doing!?" Before I could take in another breath, the scoundrel had scooped me up and was carrying me away. His arms were thin, yet amazingly strong as he carried me as if I weighed no more than a sack of goose down. "Unhand me! You have killed my brother, taken all that I have, I have nothing else to offer, no one will pay ransom for me! I have nothing, nothing I tell you!" I squirmed, kicked and punched whatever I could reach as I was taken away. I somehow knew that whatever was transpiring I had no control over, and there was much that I did not know and did not wish to know. Still, what was more, I knew that I would never see this vessel, any of these people, or anything of my old life ever again. I was being taken prisoner, and I stilled as fear gripped me. What was to become of me?

 

[Vixandra]

The Captain

I laughed as she protested in my arms, pinching her thigh through her gown hard enough to make her yelp. "You will be quiet for the moment, my little bird. Oh, what is your name?"
I lept down onto my ship with ease. I tossed the girl to Alex, a lethe young man I'd picked up in Sussex on my maiden voyage. "Throw her highness here in my cabin. Its locked up tight at the moment."
"Yes, Captana," Alex said, using the femenized version of captain my crew favored when no within ear shot of others. "Come along, my new friend."

I watched them go before turning to the maid, Misette the girl had called her. I slapped the crying woman after removing her gag. "Now, little Misette, servent of my new servent, tell me about your mistress and if you lie, it'll go all the worse for you. My men have been quite starved for female company in these past long two months. Answer me well and you'll be treated gently. Lie or refuse to answer and it'll go much worse then you can ever imagine, slave of my slave."

 

[Vixandra]

The Captana

Silence from my cabin for about half an hour, the time it took me to check over my crew and the bounty we'd looted from the Spanish ship.
The maid, Misette had sung like a song bird, speaking of how her mistress was an heiress on her way to be introduced to a potentional husband in Santander, a port city in Old Castille. The lady herself was from Cadiz in the south of Spain, near the Medateranian's meeting with the Atlantic.
"A good haul, Captana," Alex said with a grin as he ordered the men to take the maid below and "show her some of the Vixan's hospitality." His voice was soft for a man's as he spoke my real name, "Vivian, what are you going to do with the girl?"
I smiled wickedly over the information as I sat on a large coil of rope and pulled my boots off. Our holds full now, we would avoid other ships and head for home, Plymouth on the southern coast of England. From there we'd sell off our bounty, maybe swap a few crew members, take on new supplies, send a report to the Queen's local spymaster and head back out to the open waters. I reminded Alex of this and went on, "The Queen cares little for low ranking Spanish noblewomen, so I'm keeping my new pet, at least until I grow tired of her or am offered a large ransom. Either way, we'll see what the girl's made of. Should know by the time we reach port, though I dread the chill there."

Maybe we'll head further south after we reprovision, I mused, for though we were rather far south of England now the air was still quite chilly. Not cold enough to drive me to wear the bulky men's pants I wore when boarding other ships, but a promise of colder weather to the north.

Alex laughed at me, "A feirce fighter but a bit of cold turns you into a huddle cry baby. Don't worry, Captana, I'm sure the crew won't mind a trip to the south. Maybe loot some of those Spanish ships from the East Indies- nutmeg's got a high price on it these days."
I nodded and Alex left me to my own devices. After removing my boots, I slid out of the bulky pants, revealing a pair of skin-tight black cotton cutoffs that rode high on my thighs. A few of the other female crew members did the same. I unbuttoned my shirt, tying the ends of it high across my stomach, giving me greater freedom of movement. Instead of looking like a femenine man I now looked like a very dangerous woman. No frilly, useless dresses aboard my ship for the crew, I mused.
Now to see if I could get my little Spanish bird out of hers.

Slipping my boots back on, I picked up a special whip from its place next to the helm and headed to my cabin, opening the door carefully, not wanting to be smashed on the head with a candle holder or some such nonsense...

 

[starlite_true]

In the Cabin

((OOC: So sorry, so sorry, on with the post!!))

Francisca flinched as she heard the door open. She sat in a defeated heap in the the rear of the cabin, watching the sea line rise and fall out of a porthole. She sighed heavily, her eyes glazing a bit. She looked up to see who it was who had come. Her entire body clenched in fear as she saw it was the "Captana". She wondered what that meant, anyway. Then her eyes focused, and she swallowed hard, pushing herself against the rear-most wall. It was a woman! And she had a whip!! Francisca's eyes went wider than ever before and tears began to form. She was sure she was to be tortured and ransomed. Isn't that what pirates do? Her mind flitted to Misette, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Misette had been with her for years, and now God only knew what was happening to her... tears formed again.

As the lighter complected woman approached with scarily slow and precise steps, Francisca looked for a place to run to. 'I would rather die slowly in the sea, than at the hands of this creature!' she thought loudly to herself. The cabin was wide, but not very deep. She weighed her chances, considered her options one last time, and just when the woman was within reach, she bolted for the door.

She twisted the handle this way and that, and rattled it furiously. She was trapped! She began to whimper and huddled down in the corner as Captana advanced even slower than before, her hand flexing on the handle of the whip. Her eyes were glittering with a maddened excitement. Francisca began to cry frightened tears, knowing that she would fight when she had to, but that she would lose. Whatever this person had in mind, it wasn't good, and that she, this barbaric devil, was going to enjoy it.

Wiping away the last tears, her face hardened and she stood, flatening herself against the wall, tensing to fight. Her eyes narrowed. She was as ready as she was going to be.

 

[Vixandra]

Captana Vivian

I walked into the room, boots almost silent on the planks. A flick of the door nob behind me set the key lock and guess who had the only key?
She bolted for the door, as I'd known she would, fighting with the handle rather uselessly. I let her huddle back into a corner, flanked by my desk on one side and my rather wide (for a ship) bunk on the other.
I laughed, voice husky at her fear and my excitement in it. I crooned to her, voice mocking and sweet, "Poor little Francisca, in the hands of the dread pirate Ian and no one to turn to for escape."
I saw her eyes widen at the mention of my name, or rather part of it. "Yes, pretty eyes, while my full name is Vivian, no one fears the 'dread pirate Vivian' but Ian, oh that's fearable.
"But you, you're afraid of me now and I've offered you no violence yet," I said rhetorically, taking a seat at my desk, whip loosely held in my right hand. "Now, I'm not an overly cruel person, pirate though I may be, and I do understand something of what a young noble woman feels."
She cut me off then, finding her tongue at last. "You know nothing! Dread pirate? Ha! I've never heard of such a lowlife such as the dread pirate Ian!"
"So you can talk," I mused calmly, idely flickning my wrist, sending the tip of the whip to strike the wall next to her hip. "Very well, my vocal one, here's the gist of things. You're mine, lock, shock and barrel, nothing you can do about it. You run and jump overboard and I'll pull you back aboard personally. I swim like a fish in the sea and there's no way you, miss noblewoman, can outswim me without divine intervention.
"There are not other methods of escape. No passing ship will take you, no sailor aboard mine will 'save' you. There's nothing to save you from really. Obey and it'll be pleasure with a bit of work. Disobey and it will be pain with absolute drudgery, the choice is yours. Now, strip off that flippitant dress of yours. I wish to look at you."
I paused for a moment to let her absorb this and to see if she'd do as I said.

 

[starlite_true]

"Miss Noblewoman"

I gave her a flippant look, still tensed. I looked her dead in the eye.

"You madam do not frighten me. I will do no such thing! I am a woman, such as you, you know what I look like beneath my skirts." I stood up straight. I was stronger than this scoundrel. Good always prevailed... right?

I admit, I flinched a little when she snapped the whip on the wall, but if I was to be any use as a slave or as ransom, she wouldn't lash me too bad... I kept reassuring myself of these things as she rose from her chair. What WAS that smell on the air? And was it coming from... me?

 

[Vixandra]

Vivian

I laughed at the girl's response. "Oh, you are a treat, little one. You're unafraid and I'm the Queen of Normandy!"
Fire light her eyes at my words, easy to see in the bright lanterns that hung in my room.
"As to what's under your clothing- why I wish to see it is not really your concern. Only that I do. Now, we can do this the nice way with you disrobing or I can strip your clothing from you, which will not be nice for you what so ever. I'll enjoy it but you probably won't, at least not at first. The choice is yours."
Her mind was already made up, stubborn disobedience in her face, the set of her jaw and those set eyebrows.
"Very well," I said, setting the whip down on my desk and opening a drawer. From it I pulled a pair of mantacles, the insides lined in fur. The chain connecting the cuffs clinked as I grabbed for the girl, faster then she was ready for. I had her right wrist slapped in a cuff before she pulled away, or at least attempted to. When that didn't work, the little bitch bit me.

I slapped her then, open handed, nothign that would phase her for long but the sudden sting and pain calmed her down long enough for me to cuff her other wrist and hang the chain on a hook high enough on the wall it nearly had her on tip toes.
"You can pull, hand and wrench around all you like, but that latch takes two hands to undo and you can't reach that high," I said, using my height of 5'10" to look down at the shorter noblewoman. I pulled a knife from my boot top and sliced through the laces that held together the panels of her dress. "Not many over dresses on board and I doubt you'll be up to wearing shorts by morning. Though you can kiss that lein (shirt) good bye."
I pulled the sections of her overdress off of her, removing the corseting part of her outfit with it. She stood there now, clad only in her lein, underskirt and shoes and whatever underthings she wore. I knelt and quickly pulled her boots off, leaving her stockings on.

I looked at her then, gaze raking down her back, over the fine muslin that made up her skirts and lein, her silk clad feet on the floor, close together in fear.
"You might want to widen your stance, Francisca," I said and had the whip in hand before she could do so. A flick of my wrist sent it out to her, the end cutting a hole in her lein. "Now, this is a special," flick and crack, "whip, miss hoity toity I won't obey," crack, "for it will slice through cloth but not through your skin."
My point was illistrated by her now shredded lein. I reached in front of her and ripped the garmet from her body sharply.

 

[starlite_true]

Francisca

As the breeze glanced my skin, I winced. Tears danced down my face at the inhumanity that I was being faced with.

"Please, Vivian..." I tried to reason. So help me, I had so little left in the world. "Leave me my dignity!" I wailed as the whip danced over my skin, tickling it but leaving not a hint of pink. I swallowed hard and squeezed my eyes shut, praying the tears would stop. Switch tacics? Maybe if I'm a pain she won't enjoy me anymore, and she'll get another play toy from another ship... lo, a plan!

"You filthy wretch! How dare you do this to someone like me, with my standing! I will see you hung, I will! Stop now! Stop it!" I could tell I was in no position to get myself down. I tried to swing myself off the hook, but only managed to knock myself into the wall. My wild turquoise eyes were on fire now, I could feel the heat in my face. Before I had been angry, but this, this slow torture... was too much! I threw back my head and screamed in coursing rage. I was not going to give in!

 

[Vixandra]

Vivian the 'filthy wretch'

"I am not filthy, you lesser noblewoman," I said, for that momement my speech as it is when I am on land. I pushed away that element of myself, leaving the pirate lass in the forefront. "And you're in no possition to say who'll be hanging who, girlie. Looks to me like you're pretty well hung yourself at the moment."
Taking up the whip again, I played it around her hips and thighs, buttocks and calves, slicing away her skirt and tattering the silken stockings and bloomers beneth. She screamed at me again, head flung back.

Grabbing a fistfull of hair, I kept her head back, lowering my face close to her. I whispered to her, the sound almost drown out by her harsh breathing. "Ah, you scream and protest but something in you needs this. Surely you can smell yourself? Scenting the air like a cat in heat, begging for my touch. You want this, you desire this, in your heart of hearts."
I stepped to her side and ripped the shredded skirt from her, taking her bloomers with it. Tattered stockings were all that clothed her now and they did nothing to hide her body. Tears ran down her face, fear flashing in those turquoise eyes, overlaying something else that caused her lids to drop slightly, caused her to flush down to her full breasts.

Using strength one would not expect, I lifedted her down from the wall, pulling her toward the bed by the manticals that held her wrists prisoner still. I flung her down on the black silk coverlet, admiring the red whip lines against her olive skin before climbing on to the bed, pinning her hips as I straddled her, her chest pressed into the matress.
"Now, I offer you again a choice, pleasure or pain?"

 

[starlite_true]

A gulp, tears drying on my face, confused to my body's reaction to her. I stumbled, I stuttered, no more torture, can't give in, my mind reeled.

"I...I..." I had to look away from her. I couldn't speak. My sensibilities failed me. No one at home would know of this, there was no escape, I would live, I would yet get away, one session of... oh... God... my mind reeled again, imagining the shame of all of this. I blushed further, praying for my body to stop betraying me. My flesh sang where the whip had graced it, and deep down, some very tiny part of me was screaming for attention, something wanted desperately to be shown the light. A part of me that I had previously never known, and I was terrified of it. I was even more terrified of what it would do to me if I didn't release it. I fought with myself, I struggled against my personal demons as pressure built in my chest. I realized that I had stopped breathing. I arched my back, my nipples streching for Heaven.

"Yes!" I screamed, as a flood of blood rushed down my back. I fought to catch my breath and met her face. Breathing deeply, I whispered, "Pleasure."

 

[Vixandra]

Vivian

With a gentle hand, I guided her back onto her stomack and pressed her back down on to the mattress saying, "Then relax and accept your current path. Unless you'd rather I tend your frontside instead of your backside? No? Then relax and accept at least for the moment."

I flipped open a cabinet that rested in the headboard of my bed and withdrew a smokey blue bottle. Pulling the cork, I let some of the oil inside run onto my palms and fingertips, slickening them up nicely. Recorking and replacing the bottle, I rubbed my hands together to warm the oil before running my hands from her shoulders to her lower back on either side of her spine.

The oil would sooth the welts laid by my whip as well as make it easier for me to massage her, which I was doing now. Skilled hands kneeded deeply into the flesh of her back as I worked out the tension knots there.

Working from her lower back up to her shoulders, I used my thumbs to target her shoulders and neck, small circles that began to draw the most interesting sounds from her as well as an intensifying of the scent she'd started to give off earlier.

 

[starlite_true]

Vivian's Toy

I suddenly wished I hadn't given up the oppurtunity to fight while on my back, but gave in to the other woman's ministrations. I mewled in protest, but knew it was for not. For from all my fighting, I was tired and sore. My mind played tricks on me as her hands deftly explored my skin. Was I enjoying this? Was I really giving in? I began to toss a little, then gave up completely again. She was too much weight and I had spent too much energy trying to get myself down from the wall.

"Please," I kept saying, over and over again, though I knew not what I was asking for. "Please... please Vivian..." I had not the water in my body to cry, but yet a few tears of defeat rolled down my face. I would accept, at least for now, regain my strength and energy then... then...

My God, was that heedy, sexy smell coming from ME? I blushed deeply, the redness covering my whole body, turning my skin a glowing pink. I could feel the warmth spreading over my back and down my thighs. I became more and more self-conscious as I became more and more aware of a wetness between my legs, and a heat growing in my groin. The alien sensation was not unwelcome, but due to it's oddity, and it's unwelcomeness, I struggled against it. Why, why was my body betraying me so? I didn't like this! I wanted this to end.

'Oh yes, you want it to end...' a little voiced squeeked from the back of my head, deep in my chest and deeper still in my pelvis. 'You want it to end Princess, but you not the way you're thinking!' I swallowed hard. Something inside of me, forbidden and evil, was awakening, and I didn't want it to. Her hands circled down to the shapely globes of my ass and I started to squirm mightily.

"No...no! NO! You... can't... no, please..." The wetness grew between my legs, and I struggled and squirmed and fought. "Don't touch me there!" I wailed frantically as that hellish squeeky voice crooned in laughter at my plight.

"I know you are enjoying this, silly girl, stop fighting." Her voice was a soft growl above me, but I paid her no heed. The warmth in my lower bod was growing rapidly. I slowly ceased to squirm for two reasons. One, I was out of energy and dehydrated. Two, something exciting and hot was starting to happen, and my brain won in the battle. I wanted release, I didn't know of what form, but I craved a release from the heat and growing pressure.

"Pleeeeaaasseee..." I begged. I had lost all of my dignity, and I didn't care. I wanted to know what this new feeling was, and I wanted to know now!

 

[Vixandra]

As her squirming stopped, smiled wickedly. I knew that scent, the way her hips writhed, legs tensing and relaxing even if she didn't realize it.
"You beg so prettily for something you know nothing of," I whispered in her ear, my breasts against her back as I did so. I slid a hand over her shoulder, down her side, lightly caressing her breast as it lazily trailed down to her hip. I sat up and slipped a leg between hers, using it as a lever to part them further. "You beg to be touched, beg for release... which I shall give you in my own good time. For now though..."
I crawled off of her and rolled her over, straddling her hips after removing my boots and socks. The smell of my own sea-sprayed skin mingled with her own as I breathed in deeply. I cupped her face in my hands and did something I imagine she did not expect.

I kissed her, gently at first then ran my tongue across her lips, hands keeping her face impressoned as I went. Opening my jaw slightly, I deepend the kiss, tongue pushing past her startled lips to her own, coaxing along its length...

 

[starlite_true]

I sucked in a breath through my nose, as startled as could be. I just lay there for a minute, trying to figure out what was going on and what to do. Everything else became gray as I gave in to her kiss, and did my best to kiss back. There was nothing save for our bodies, and as fire and light lanced through my body and brain, I forgot everything else. All I wanted was for her to finish what she started. I had never been touched by anyone, and had never touched myself, and now all I knew was fire.

"Mmmmm,"I purred into her mouth, stroking her tongue and lips with my own as I pushed myself against her desperately. I began to shake, then came too.

What was I doing??? This was terribly, horribly wrong! I bit her tongue and snarled at her. How dare she try to do this to me! I brought my arms up and swung with all my might for her head, trying desperately to knock her off of me. My virtue was my own, and I was NOT about to surrender to some demented, perveted and evil demon like her!

My body screamed in protest as my hands were caught and mashed back down in the mattress. No pleasure, pleasure is bad, must fight, but the reason for fighting was lost to me. My captor's eyes shown with a haunting and frightening light. A new fear gripped me... not only was I going to be punsihed and severly for this, I would never know what had been building in between my legs. The angry voice in my head railed at me for my transgressions, but I stood firm. This is something Spanish ladies just DIDN'T DO.

 

[Vixandra]

Vivian

I held her hands back against the bed by the chain betwix the cuffs, shaking my head. "And here we were making such progress, my innocent one. Next you'll be saying a rosery. Tell me, is it true you Spanish Catholics are instructed to say a rosery while performing your 'wifely duties?'"
She spit at me and I shrugged, clipping the chain into a spring-loaded lock. Sitting up, I slapped her but not across her face as I had earlier, no this time my hand struck her left breast in an open handed slap. The right was not to be left alone, metting my left hand in another slap.
"It is not nice to bite while kissing," I chided her gently, as I slapped both breasts again and again, blood rising to her nipples as she writhed beneath me. Suddenly, I dropped my hands to the bed and took one of those peaked nipples into my mouth, tongue circling the areola, almost in rhythm with the yanking of her hands against her restraints.
She slammed her torso against me, almost slamming her ribs into my lower jaw. I growled at her and bit down, tongue still circling, teeth against that delicate skin. "NO," I said forcefully around her, bitting just the tip of her before sitting up again.
I slapped her once more, only the right breast which I'd bitten, bringing still more blood to it. I turned to her left breast and repeated the process, not giving her a chance to rear up against me again.

"You keep choosing pain," I growled at her, biting the valley between her breasts, following the line of her chest down to her belly. "Why? Tell me truthfully why you resist me so. Francisca and mayhap I'll stop. Spare you as it were."

 

[starlite_true]

I looked up at her as she trailed down my body, my bitten nipple pulsing. I wanted, oh how I wanted, but I couldn't, I couldn't possibly...

"It's wrong... I can't.. I... uuuuuhhhhnnnnggggg..." A low moan flew out of my throat unimpeeded as the rush of blood to my breasts began to follow my anatagonist's trail down my belly.

"I know nothing of being wed," I whispered, almost to myself. "I only know of what I am, and what I am not to do, and this is..." Another heedy moan left my body as juices poured in currents from my steaming pussy. "This is wrong," I couldn't fight what I had been my whole life at a flick of the wrist! My guarded life was all I had known! I didn't have the foggiest idea of what was going on with my nether regions.

My continuous soft protests of "No" "Stop" "Please and "Don't" became a steady mantra of "No, please don't stop". My sensations were wheeling, my body had completely left my control, and my whole world was beginning to flip upside down. So I did the only thing I could do, I lay supine and cried.

 

[Vixandra]

Vivian

"What are these tears for," I asked, slding a hand down her face. "You cry at the bonds that hold you. Not the ones I've placed on you. The ones laid down by a lifetime of society, your parents, you teachers, churches and so forth.
"And you see," I said, slipping a leg between hers and forcing them apart. "The only bindings I allow on this ship, in my realm, is those I have placed. Be they the bonds of a Captain upon her crew or the bonds I shall place upon you. And yet even within those bindings you are freer then you've ever been before, arent' you?"
She was beyond answering apparetnly though I know she heard me. I kissed her again, tongue plunging into her mouth, taking what I wanted, the very taste of her. She didn't bite me this time before I left her mouth, trailing nipping kisses along her jawline, down the curve of her neck. Over that delicate juncture of shoulder and throat, such an appealing place on a woman.

Further down, kissing her breasts again as she writhed against the bed, not trying to get free but because she had to. I smiled against her flesh, inhaling deeply.

I slipped my other leg between her own, skooching back until my knees were even with her own, my hands resting on her inner thighs lightly.
My mouth left a hot trail from her breasts down the side of her belly, resting on the curve of her hip. I looked up to her eyes, wondering what she would say or scream when I did what I was planning.
With a mental shrug, what will be will be, I ran my hands up her thighs to frame her cleft with my fingers, gently pulling apart her labia to see the part of her I imagine no one else had seen she was young enough to require someone else to bathe her.

I licked my lips, well aware she was watching me now before I laid a kiss at the top of her mound. Feeling her shudder under my hands that held her hips firmly against the bed (for I was not about to chip a tooth), I traced my tongue swiftly over her, gently touching her clit before dipping lower to taste the fluids that ran freely from her virgin cunt. There was something undenieably sweet about the taste of her, like cinnemon and sugar, hot and sweet, unique.

Unique as the woman who's eyes I looked into, gauging her reaction...

 

[starlite_true]

Francisca gasped and arched her back, the last of the errant tears sliding down her face. The snesation of the tongue was almost too much. She had not the words as she writhed to meet the other woman's tongue. She squeezed her eyes shut and focused on breathing as her mind reeled away in a dizzying spin. Everything but the tongue on her body faded away. She was aware of a growing heat in her lower body, and a swiftly building pressure.

She whispered softly, in warning to the other, "So...something's going to... to... happen... down... down... there..." Another fit of writhing seized her and made her nearly scream with the intensity of the new feeling. Building, building, rising, growing... something truly wonderful and at the same time frightening was happening to her!

"Vi...Vi..Vivian..." Her voice was scarcely more than a breath before the world flipped completely upside down.

 

[Vixandra]

Vivian

"Its okay, let go sweetie, I'll catch you," I whispered to her, knowing she heard me through her moans.

Again I lapped at her with my tongue, flicking her clit back and forth, sucking on that nubbin of sensative flesh. Over and over I ran my tongue over her, circling her clit and gently nipping at it. As she edged nearer to that cliff she was about to fall over, I reached a hand up to caress her breast, teasing the nipple as I teased her elsewhere.

Moving lower, I darted my tongue into her, feeling the resistance over her maidenhead and moved back to her clit.
Her cries and moans, writhing and shudderings moved me, my own legs growing damp as she rose under me.

A sharper pull on her clit, fingers pinching her nipple as she...

 

[starlite_true]

Francisca

With a smooth twist of my neck, I threw my head back and screamed. Screamed like my lower organs were attempting to flee my body. My scream subsided, and I continued to shake, perplexed. What had just happened? Was I alright? I attempted to lift my head but found I could not. The room swirled and flowed around me, gradually slowing to a stop. I continued to whimper, writhing to find a drier spot to lay. My entire body glistened softly with sweat and after glow. I closed my eyes and smiled, my nerves singing with pleasure. I licked my dry lips and turned my head. Then I saw the remnants of my clothing on the floor and remembered where I was.

"Vi...Vivian..." I bit her lip and began to shake harder, now growing cold in the qucikly cooling air. Something special had passed between us, and I had enjoyed it, but was it over now? Was this the part where I am tortured and killed? Fear gripped me harshly, making me shake harder still. I looked down to the other woman and bit back a gasp as I caught the loved-filled gaze sent back at me. Now I was confused, and scared, and cold.

Did I dare make a request? I dared, I was nearly in pain from the shakes. "Hold me," I whispered, lifting my head a notch again to watch the other woman's reaction to my plea for comfort.