Fate catches up with her at last...............

[Merelan]

OOC Sorry guys, but this is a closed thread for cgraven and myself. it's an idea we have been playing with for awhile and we want to see if we can make it work out.

IC

Alora De'ortagnon, a 23 year old college student. Slight and pretty. Her hair long and black. Her skin pale, helped a bit with makeup. Her eyes flashing with her temperment. Changing hues of green with her moods. Raised in a rich family, with no mother. Spoiled and a bit of a hellion.

Great, here it was the summer of her junior year and she was stuck on some dumb boat instead of in a museum in the city. She wanted life and adventure, and because of a mix up in paperwork she had landed not the coveted internship at the Museum of Fine Arts in the city, but on some stupid boat. Mouldering in the harbour of a backwoods town.
Sighing she stood looking up at the boat. It was mouldering. The form said the funding was short and the only way they could keep up with repairs was to have the interns themselves do alot of the work. No way.
Great, so much for her nails and hands. And a summer spent on this tub would ruin her complexion.
She prided herself on her pale skin, and long hair. Her perfect nails and smooth hands.
And for once her family name hadn't mattered. No one here seemed to care she was from a long family line. In fact they seemed to laugh and think it was fate that had brought her here.
For here was the "Constantine", the mouldering boat. The very one that over a hundred years ago had brought over her first American ancestor, from Spain.
Family legend even said, not the one repeated in society, that she had fallen for the Captain, and only by being dragged from the boat by an English Captain capturing the boat, had she saved her reputation.
Later even marrying said English Captain.

Picking up her duffel she boarded the ship, a sassy "may I board?" showing the man standing there what she really thought.

"So this is the boat?"

'Ship Ma'm. It is a ship. The Constantine was a trader out of the Spanish Islands," he started giving her the run down.

"Oh stop it. I know the story. Where is our hotel? I need a shower and a change of clothes."

He took the duffel.

"You sleep on board, with the other intern. That's why you're here. To keep vandals off, and to help with restoration. No arguements, your father already told us you have no other option. He also told me of your temper dear Miss. So if you want to graduate from your fine college next year, you better behave and do just what I ask."

With a wicked smile he tossed her bag back down. "Follow me Miss, and... Welcome Home."

Snatching it up she was ready to storm off, but the sight of her father's face stopped her. He would never forgive her, or let her get away with it. He had made it clear he was tired of covering up her misbehaviours. So there was no choice but to follow the man. This man who even seemed to know about her family.

A chill passed through her as she stepped down the rickety stairs, holding tight to the rope banister. In silence he led her deep into the boat, ship, and pointed.

"The Captain's quarters. Michael prefers the upper deck to sleep, and after a few nights, you will too. Get's stuffy down here. But I imagine you will feel quite a home here, at least, other ladies have." With a quick salute at the door he was gone.

Angered beyond words she slammed into the cabin, tiny and bare. Stuffy. throwing her bag on the bed she forced the small window open and blocked it with a piece of wood lying there.

"Great, a whole summer stuck here on this boat."

"Ship, it is a ship." Twisting in place, but there was no one there. The words echoed in the air.

And now she was hearing things.

 

[cgraven]

I had walked these decks for an eternity, and every moment of that eternity was haunted by her. Her black raven’s wing hair and it’s shimmering blue sheen when the sun light danced upon it , the soft glow of her alabaster skin so smooth and flawless, the fire that flashed in her eyes, sometimes emerald green, others a soft sea mist green and at other times a deep brooding jade green. She was a mix of the hot blood of her father Don De'ortagnon, or she could be soft and gentle as her Irish mother.

We had fallen in love on that voyage as her family fled the upheaval of Spain and Napoleon. She had been haughty demanding and when we where attacked se flew to the arms of that dog that commanded the English frigate that captured the Constantine

I had died that day and as I lay bleeding on the deck my last view in life was her clinging to him.

All those years I had been tied to my command waiting for her return, waiting for my vengeance waiting to make her mine for all eternity.

And know she was here, her soul carried in the body of Alora De'ortagnon.

"Great, a whole summer stuck here on this boat."

"Ship, it is a ship."

My ghostly lips where just a breath away from her ear. I smiled at her confusion as she twisted in place.

I would wait take my time watch and then I would take her and make her mine, bend her to my will. I Juan Castellan swear it.

 

[Merelan]

It took me minutes to unpack, for they had warned me not to bring too much. now I understood why. There wasn't much room.
Stripping off the sweat soaked tshirt I let my hands run over my breasts, flicking the ring at my navel.
Wonder who Michael was? Then slipping a fresh one over my head and running a brush through my curls. Thick and long it hung to my waist, the way I prefered it. But in this heat I had to pull it up in a tail behind me.
Humming a little tune as I did. Maybe he would be cute and give me someone to tease. Doubtful though, and that old fart running the show was out of the question.
I was doomed then. Playing with my hair again in the mirror, lifting it high, twisting it, admiring my face.
I was old fashioned looking. That's what everyone told me. Goth is what I thought, and strove to emphasize it. My black tshirt clinging already with sweat.
In need of fresh air I wandered out and up, easily finding the way up, though the passage was so narrow. How had people ever really lived here?
Once out I realized time had passed, and the sun was setting. It was beautiful.
I leaned out over the railing as it seemed to sweep me out to sea with it. The gentle rocking soothing me in the dying heat. I jumped at the voice behind me. Turning there was a nerd.
Nothing else would describe him, a geeky nerd. This must be Michael. All hope of a halfway decent summer vanished as I saw the look in his eyes. He was staring at my boobs.

"Hey, are you Michael? I'm Alora, and I am hungry. Where is a decent place to eat around here?" Steppping forward and smiling, enjoying the look as he blushed and tried to look away.

"Hello, are you awake? Food, I am hungry." snapping my fingers in front of him.

"There's a diner by the pier, but you're better off in town. Rough kinds hang out there. It's my turn to stay on deck so maybe, I could send out for pizza for you?"

"No thanks. I'm starving... and I like it rough." Teasing him again with a smile. Not nice of me, I knew, but who cared.

Dashing off and finding the place. Feeling shy once there, and he had been right about the people. Sailors and such, and they didn't have much of a menu. After the meal, a greasy burger and a coiple glasses of what they called wine I had danced a bit. One or two of the guys seemed nice. But after another, and another drink I felt sleepy, stumbling as I teased them from the floor.

"Got to go fellas, back to my ship ya know." waving and laughing.
I barely made it outside without falling, leaning against the railing. Luckily the Constantine was only up the pier. But it seemed so far, and dark.

I caught myself again at the walkway, and then realized they had followed.

"Sorry guys, this is where I leave ya." Blowing them a kiss, but they started to follow, and I rushed up the way.
"Permission to board." and laughing at my wit.

"Permission granted."

Looking around I saw no one, but the guys were backing away, and watching me. One mumbled something about the Captains' wench, and they left.
Suddenly it wasn't funny anymore. I was tired, and tipsy and hot. Stripping off as I felt my way down the passage, almost falling down the ladder. I barely made it to the bed before passing out. The last wine hitting me as I fell.

 

[cgraven]

I watch her dark beauty through the day she has not changed in all these years, still haughty, still seeking her own pleasure. The way she shamelessly flirts with the man, no not a man a callow youth afraid of his own shadow. He would be gone soon his type never lasted more than a few days.

It is late past the mid point of the night when I feel her presence again. She is staggering down the dock followed by a group of common deck hands.

"Sorry guys, this is where I leave ya."

She teases them with a blown kiss from her sweet wine red lips.

"Permission to board." ………………"Permission granted."

She laughs and stumbles aboard into my realm. Those that followed they know, they can feel my presence and they recognize her fate, Alora’s fate that is now slowly closing in on her.

She lays on my bunk only wearing the thin lacey undergarments of this century and I steal to her side, whisper her name, my lips kiss that sweet tender young flesh, so alive. My kisses follow the sensual curve of her neck, the soft alabaster hollow of her neck, there where her life force beats just below the surface of her flawless skin. My cold icy fingers cup Alora's bereast massaging it, rolling her taunt nipple under the pad of my thumb, coaxing it to life, only the thin lace between us. My lips are at her ear again and I whisper, encourage her to touch herself , guiding Alora's hand to the sweet musky scent of her sex.

I call to Alora's soul reminding her of the days we spent on this very ship, the nights beneath the stars, the gentle cooling winds of night, the sensual roll of the ship under us, of our love a love she betrayed. Again in that world of dreams I hold Alora in my arms crushing her to me our kiss wild and savage in our urgent need. I let the image fade from the sleeping beauty's mind.

 

[Merelan]

It is in heat that I sleep, my dreams vivid and wild. Storms and tossed ships. My body on fire as if someone is making love to me. Over and over he makes me cum, I scream into the night as he takes me. I awaken at dawn, my fingers covered with my juices.
Blushing I realize it had been too much wine, too much heat, and too much teasing. Chastened, only slightly though, I wash quickly and dress in tight shorts and a cropped of tshirt and go in search of coffee.
Finding a small kitchen I start up some coffee and take it up to the deck.
For sure, there is Michael just stirring. Had he seen me last night? I offer the coffee,as a peace offering, though his eyes won't lift above my knees.
He explains our duties, the heavy restoration is done by professionals, he and I are really just fetchers, and of course, the guides when, and if, tourists visit.

"Visit this wreck? Who? and Why?" But I take the script he hands me, promising to memorize it. The next couple days bore me, nothing happening, and me not daring to step back on land.
Each night I sleep in the bunk, though it stifles me. Feeling more and more erotic each night. Waking in mid orgasm many times. Feeling as if I am watched. Through the days I had felt it too, when MNichael wasn't anywhere near me, as if there was an unseen man watching.
I asked him about the ghost, and he smiled.

"The Captain? Oh yes, he is here. Some say he is waiting for his love to return, so he might teach her a lesson for leaving him. He died that day you know. The day she left. Bled to death right there where you're standing."

Stunned I fell back, as if someone had stabbed my heart. Leaning against the railing and staring at the deck. He had died? But my sacrifice had been for nothing? Mine? Shaking my head.
Not mine, hers. But what sacrifice? Had she gone with the Englishman to save her love from death? Or had she been wild and impetuous, as the legends said. It didn't matter, time had passed and somehow I was here.

"Michael, please don't talk about it, it gives me the creeps somehow. To think he might be watching."
Yet, it wasn't the creeps I felt later, as I washed in my cabin, his cabin wasn't it? Was he here now? Watching. Laughing I put on a striptease for him.

"Miss me dear? I am back. Too bad you aren't real, I could use a man lately." Twisting and flaunting my nude body. Suddenly flushed and covered in an icy touch. God Alora, you are going batty.
But was hot again, my pussy in need. Leaning back against his bunk, my bunk, I touched myself. Letting my hands run all over me. Lifting my breasts, twisting at the nipples.

"God lover, materialize and fuck me. I need. But, you must not have been enough for her, if she left." My fingers dancing across my belly and frantically fingering at my clit. Another wave of iciness hit me, breaking my mood. That was three times in the last few days. I would start to play, get close and something would stop me. I needed release, terribly.

 

[cgraven]

I watch as Alora wantonly pleases herself and with each moan of pleasure, with each gasp of pleasure I become stronger. Her youth, her beauty, and that ancient soul that she now carries allows me to be near her, the need that she feels desires making my hold on her ever more real. Soon very soon I will be able to bring her into my realm the realm of the living dead where I will have a physical presence and she will be totally at my mercy.

I will drive the callow youth from my ship, as I have done so many others, till she and I are the only souls aboard and the night will be ours, an eternity of nights.

I watch as Alora seductively strips her clothing away to revel her supple body to me.

"Miss me dear? I am back. Too bad you aren't real, I could use a man lately."

My hands cover hers as she twists and teases her nipples and flaunts her naked perfection in front of me.

"God lover, materialize and fuck me. I need. But, you must not have been enough for her, if she left."

Alora’s words sting and cut me to the quick. A terrible wrath rises up in me and I watch. Ever time this haughty beauty is about to realize the pleasure she seeks my icy fingers quell her pleasure. I deny her that which se seeks for over a week.

“You may not cum my proud beauty till I decide to let you.”

My ghostly voice echoes in Alora’s mind each time I deny her.

I wait to pick my time for Alora’s release.
I smile as she takes a tour threw my ship. When she is on the gun deck explaining the cannon to the group of land lubbers that have come I press my ghostly form to her supple body bending my now captive beauty over the gun. My hands massage her warm breasts as I slip them under the light cotton shirt Alora ears. I delight in the way she squirms to my unseen presence., then one hand slides down across the flat, firm plain of her belly the snap of her shorts surrenders to me and my fingers caressed her dark sensual bush then glide pass Alora’s moist pink folds to slowly delight her. and my voice echoes in her mind.

“You may cum now my Dove’

My laughter echoes for her alone as I drive Alora over the edge of the abyss to the wanton pleasure she has longed for as the horrified victors look on at her shame and humiliation.

 

[Merelan]

Showing the boat, ship, is the only relief I get from boredom. Fat, idiot tourists who believe anything I tell them, or disbelieve. They run either way.
Showing the cannons is tough, I fake most of it though as I never got around to that part of the script. But today is different. The heat is unbearable and even the tourists are melting in it.
The cannons, painting black, for some god forsaken reason, are too hot to touch. In a daze I continue my chatter, not even sure if I am making sense, suddenly in a swoon.
The heat, the humidity here in the bay overwhelming.
Yet a sudden chill takes me and I collapse against the cannon, suddenly cold, unable to move. As if pinned by someone.
Their hands rubbing at me, I try to continue, to speak.
I see the tourists, their eyes turning to me as I stumble in my thoughts. But soon I am writhing as the unseen takes hold. My breasts held by chilled hands, nipples played like magic.
My breath comes shallow and I plead with them to help me, but only with my eyes.
For my voice is chilled.
The snap of my shorts half brings me too, and I struggle. But someone is holding me. This must be a dream.
Yet, they watch, stunned. The man's eyes leering as he rubs at his crotch.
I feel I must be beet red with my shame, for the women are acting disgusted, turning away, yet peeking. He does not.
Watching me in my passion. Yes, that is what it is.
"No. no." All that can escape my lips as I cry out.
"You may cum now, my Dove." meeting his eyes as he rubs hmself through his shorts, watching me insane with need.
The voice echoing as I do so. Unable to stop as waves overwhelm me. All that has been denied me this past week coming forth. Screams, mine I feel, fill me and I collapse on the deck. My body reeling with the force. Tears streaming as I watch the man cum in his shorts. Disgusted, humiliated, yet cumming yet again.
His arm tugged and they are torn away by Michael as he whisks them off. A look of disbelief in his eyes.
Doesn't he see? Can't he feel? It wasn't me, it wasn't me. It was him.
Him.

The Captain. Was he here? Had he? Or was I such a wanton I had lost all control? I kneel there, my legs shaking, chest heaving, sobbing into my hands as I see my future ruined by my deep desires.

 

[cgraven]

"No. no."………….. Doesn't he see? Can't he feel? It wasn't me, it wasn't me. It was him……………………Him The Captain

I delight in Alora’s humiliation as she withers in the throws of her orgasms. With each wave of sinful delight that courses through her supple body, I become stronger, my ability to touch and feel her, more real.

I tower over Alora unseen. as she kneels there, her legs shaking, chest heaving, sobbing into her hands. Then I stoop behind her as the callow youth, Michael, ushers the intruder topside. My chilled lips kiss the nape of her neck, My hands strip her shirt from her, then her bra. My fingers roll her bared nipple between my thumb and fore finger. I fan the lustful fires already raging in her supple body then slowly fade away as he returns.

Tonight Ma chere I will come to you tonight.

I whisper into her confused mind.

 

[Merelan]

My shirt rips from me and his hands still touch...

"Tonight Ma chere I will come to you tonight. "
words whispered into my ear as his breath is hot on me. Then is abruptness, I am alone. Curled in a ball I weep and sob. My body weary, and now chilled to the bone. Gathering up my clothes, ripped and torn I slip back to the cabin, but find I cannot enter. He will be there, watching. Instead I veer off, into Michael's seldom used one, and rip a flannel off the hanging hook and draw it about me, my hands shake though, and I cannot button it. Sitting on the edge of his bed I find myself again crying. And again cumming. A last lingering spasm bringing me to my knees.

Crying out as I wrap his shirt closer to me.
"Michael, Michael...." trying to call for his help. And out of no where he stands there. His eyes filled with disgust, and lust. Looking up from my knees, weak and helpless for the first time in my life, I reach up for his help. Instead he pushed me back, and pulls at his shorts.
His cock springing out as he drops them.

"Fuck me, pretty Alora. You play all tease and no touch and then pull a stunt like that. Now I hear you call my name, wearing my shirt. All you had to do was ask little bitch."
Taking my hair in his hands he tries to stuff his cock in my mouth. I cry out, and pull away, but am trapped on my knees and against the bunk.

"Liittle slut. You can at least suck me off for covering. I told them you were epileptic, and they fell for it, at least the women did. The man knew you for what you are. A fucking whore tease."
This time his grip was harder and he pulled me up by my long curls, though I criy out and beg him to stop. Throwing me against the bunk, my legs unable to hold myself.
Twisting I got turned away from him, but it only thrilled him further.
His cock now pressed against my bare ass.

"Michael, no, please. It wasn't me, it wasn't me!"

But the only response I got was a slap across the ass and a harsh pull at my hair. One hand holding it tight while his other groped at my crotch.

"Open that sweet pussy for me." And I could feel him there, ready to fuck me. I sobbed and cried, unable to escape.

One last crazy thought crosses me as I struggle futilely.

"Please Captain, help me, my love, save me. Please. I swear, save me!"

And then there was nothing, blackness, dark. Nothingness as I felt him press harder against me, taking my breath, I sank into unconciousness.

 

[cgraven]

I smile as the callow youth lust pushes him over the edge, I thrill at the foul language he uses, the way he conquers the helpless Alora her ass bared her shorts around her knees. Her fear and desperation feeding the growing power in me then in an instant I have all the power of eternity as Alora cries out;

"Please Captain, help me, my love, save me. Please. I swear, save me!"

I hurl the youth aside like a rag doll as Alora swoons and sinks in to dark oblivion to escape the reality of the moment. I stand there towering over him my dark brooding eyes piercing his quivering soul.

“Be gone or you shall never leave her alive boy.”

He lays there his mind slowly slipping away.

I carry Alora to my cabin and lay her on the bunk. I shall leave her alone for a week and let her mind believe all was just her silly imaginings. Ten days later I leave out her white blouse and a short black skirt and a note.

Tonight Ma Belle Chere

 

[Merelan]

Michael was gone the next morning, and though I could barely remember, I think it was my fault. Trying to remember the night before and only feeling embarrassed. Had I made a pass at him? Or him me? Somehow I could only remember being on my knees in front of him, then, nothing. And how had I gotten there? But it was a blank.

Left alone I wander the ship all day, finding new place I never bothered with before. Days pass and I do not really notice, for they blur into one.
Wrapped in my confusion I did alittle work, fixing a couple leaks, showing a few people around, though I skipped the cannons now. For some reason I did not like them. Telling them they were off limits till we got the deck there inspected.
Not sure why I said that. Only knowing that anytime I went near them I felt heated and flushed.
Ordering food to be delivered, and not eating it. Tossing it out the next morrning and wandering more. My mind sinking deeper into the ship. Flashes of scenes would flit by. But not present day. A woman with long dark hair, like mine, but she was dressed in a gown, though half torn from her. Her body pressed againt the wall as a man groped and fondled her body. Yet she was not pushing away, she was digging her nails into his back for more.
Then it was gone. Once on deck I saw her again, this time pale and nude, and him beside her, gently running his hands over her nakedness. Their kiss more passionate then any I had experienced.
Somehow he looked familiar.

The truth hit me at dawn on the seventh day. I was going mad. To wrapped in this ship and no human to talk too, I was losing my mind to it. Letting the past take over. Seeing things.

And I couldn't leave. No one would be here to relieve me till the next day. But what did it matter? No one was going to come steal the ship, who wanted it.
So I went below and gathered my things, determined to leave.
But I saw my books lying off to the side. If I left now, one day early, I would lose my degree. And Father would never forgive me. Gone would be the cush job at the museum, and the money that went with it.

Though somehow, that didn't seem important anymore.

So I washed and dressed quickly, ready for one last day. Again wandering for awhile, finally settling down in the shade of the tarp on deck and falling asleep in the intense heat.

Only waking at a breeze, lifting myself, it felt delicious. A cool wind was coming in from sea, breaking the heat wave.

Hungry for the first time all week I went below and dug up some crackers, a bit of dried fruit and some wine. Then headed back up. Having my dinner, for I had slept the afternoon away, under the tarp, enjoying the chill in the air, and watching the storm clouds.
It would rain tonight and make everything better. The loneliness and heat had made me sick, but I was well now.
The sun set slowly in a glorious blaze of color, and I slipped off my clothes and bathed. Feeling the water ease my pain and sorrow. The water always my friend. Calming me.
Climbing back aboard I discarded my clothes to dry and lay out nude, like she had been.

But there was no she. Only me. I lay there on my tummy nibbling at the fruit and trying to read. But my eyes were so heavy. it felt good to be cool again. Drifting off to sleep.

 

[cgraven]

I watch as Alora listlessly goes about her tasks now alone the only living soul aboard the ship. That callow youth at the first glimpse of me soiled himself and ran screaming into the night after hastily packing his few meager positions.

I let the ship talk to her embrace Alora’s spirit as she weakens from lack of food, and as she weakens I become stronger the vial between her world of the present and mine of the past becomes ever thinner. Then her mind confused and doubting her own sanity she decides to leave on the morrow and I will not allow that she will stay this time until I decide to let Alora go. She sleeps the afternoon away and I sent memories of her past life to taunt her. Evening comes she bathes then her body’s need for sentence drive her to eat, yet my little slut lays there naked under the tarp her eyes growing heave and in her sleep she enters my world fully for the first time a world where we both have physical existence..

The ship rolls gently on a starboard tack, the look out aloft the crew sing and passing away time below deck in the forecastle the hlem's man and officer of the watch aft and Alora shielded from their dead eyes by the trap.

I lick up her spine , kiss the nape of her neck, my breath moist and hot as the fires of hell. my teeth nibble her ear lob and I slip a thin tapered belaying pen into her delicate hand.


“Alora turn over and please yourself I wish to watch you as you masturbate. Do it now my Dove lest I have to punish you yet again.”

My voice that of command that would not tolerate disobedience or hesitation.

“HOW Alora.”

 

[Merelan]

I dream of fire and ice. Of kisses and touches. Half dreaming I roll over and stare into the stars. My body on fire.
Moaning I arch my back and reach for my pussy, but instead find a pin. Shaking my head I think, and imagine, and wonder, and spread my legs.
Oh God. Yes, what I need. To be fucked. My body again in heat.
Taking it and rolling it over my breasts, my one hand pinching my nipples, hard and aching. Crying out as it touches my clit. Istantly she reacts, ready to cum i a heartbeat.
My lips are swollen from my dreams, and wet, so very wet. Rubbing it against her I feel shame and guilt, and arousal and need.
Warring within me all that I was and am.
Suddenly feeling hot and wild, dirty and cheap. Rubbing harder, daring myself to fuck her with it.
Then in a flash of lightening I see myself on the cannon, humping an unseen hand, cumming and writhing as the man had watched. Over and over being forced into orgasm by a nothingingness that had taken me. Seeing the dark stain of his shorts as he released.
Seeing Michael above me, Remembering now why he left. Had he fucked me and I passed out?
My hands still, and I remember no. Words form in my mind, I had called out as he tried to take me, not rape, for I had made a slut of myself on the cannon, and he had seen.

And he had saved me. The Captain, it had been he who I called too, and blacked out. He who must have gotten me to my bunk. His bunk. Him who followed me, watched me even now. Him who had handed me this pin? Looking at it suddenly, throwing it away.
Getting to my knees with a struggle for the wind was strong.

"No. I won't. I can't. You aren't real. Oh God." Standing suddenly, my legs weak, holding on to the ropes of the tarp. Hearing singing, shouting. The cold rain hitting my nakedness like stinging ice.

"Help me, someone." Falling to my knees again as the storm picked up strength. Starting to crawl to the door, it seemed miles away, and receding further.

 

[cgraven]

I watch Alora struggle to her knees Stan her hair flying as the rage of ages past mount in the building storm, the rain lashing her naked breasts.

"No. I won't. I can't. You aren't real. Oh God."

Even as Alora shouted out her denial the storms fury lashed her supple body, the wind driven rain of the gale, whipping her, scourging Alora driving this proud beauty to her knees.

"Help me, someone."

Alora claws at the deck crawling toward the companionway that leads below to shelter and safety from the gale that now lashes her.

My fingers entwine in her dark wet mane, I snap her head back.

“My proud beauty I am real.”

My lips claimed Alora's in a savage kiss my tongue ravishes her mouth my hands mauls her breast and I let her see me for the first time as I sweep her into my arms and carry her to my cabin.

I toss her on the Bunk and press the belaying pin again into her hand.

“Now my proud beauty do as I have commanded less I lose patients and let the crew amuse themselves with your sweet lush body the choice is yours my dear Alora.”

 

[Merelan]

With a snap my head was yanked back and I met his eyes. A man, was here.
'Help." But the cry died on my lips.

“My proud beauty I am real.” No, it couldn't not be. Had I descended into madness? or was this a dream borught on by my solitude.
In a yank I was in his arms, trapped, his lips crushing mine, his hands sqeezing at my breasts, hurting. Then with a swift movement he lifted me and carried below. Was he was saving me? I almost clung to him, this solid, flesh man.

But seconds later I wished I had not, for he dumped me on the bunk and hands me the pin I had thrown away, almost masturbated with in my dream.


“Now my proud beauty do as I have commanded less I lose patients and let the crew amuse themselves with your sweet lush body the choice is yours my dear Alora.”

Shaking my head I tried to back crawl, but there was no place to go, he filled the room. Knowing I was wet and anaked, my eyes wide and frightened. My hands tried to cover myself, but the pin was in the one.

"Please, who ever you are. Let me go." Oh God, I beg you, please."

Meeting his eyes, this strange, yet, familiar man. I had seenhim. In the hall that day, the one crushing the woman against the wall. The one loving her on the deck.

"There is no crew." Yet even now I can hear them outside, singing, cursing.

"How." His hands take mine, crushing them as he places the pin on my pussy.
"You, you are him." Mechanically rubbing it back and forth. Not feeling, yet, obeying. My mind spinning, I seemed two people at once, torn between them. Rubbing harder with the pin, to gain feeling, of anything.

 

[cgraven]

Alora cowers in the corner of my bunk, shaking her pretty little head try


"Please, who ever you are. Let me go." Oh God, I beg you, please." ………………………"There is no crew."

"How."

The sharp bark of my command strikes Alora like a fist. My hands take her dainty hands and I force them and the belaying pin to her sweet sex.

"You, you are him."

I stand towering over the cowering girl, a wicked smile on my face.

“Yes proud beauty I am Juan Castellan master of the Constantine and all aboard her………………….Now amuse me as I have told you.”

At first her motions are mechanical stilted but slowly they change and with each stroke , each thrust as her forbidden pleasure builds My ghostly form becomes more real more solid the close Alora cums to being engulfed in her pleasure.

 

[Merelan]

But even as I tried to ignore the hard pin, I was aroused. His eyes burned into me, daring me to stop. Biting my lip I wimpered as my clit unfolded from her haven.
I ached so, needed to be touched, loved. To have something to prove this was no dream, but reality.
Yet how could it be?
I was Alora, only daughter. Yet I was not. I was proud and defiant, rich and self willed. Yet I was hungry, humbled, willing to do anything for his touch. My eyes pleaded with him willing him to let me stop, before I exploded.
But he seemed stronger, more real then myself. I even found myself twisting a nipple, tweaking one, then the other. Moaning, crying out. My legs thrown open as I slid the pin to her lips, and plunged her in. Fucking myself with it's length. I feel the heat of my shame spread over my body, feel the blush starting as he leered and watched.
But it was not enough. Long and thin, I wanted a real cock. A real man. Pulling it out again and rubbing harder, ready to cum.
His hand hovering over my chest, the chill emanating like ice.
Trying to look away, yet locked to his eyes. I explode. My cries filling my ears, my body writhing as I grind the pin against myself harder and harder. Head tossed side to side as I ride waves of orgasm, darkness clouding my vision.

 

[cgraven]

I watch in delight as Alora surrenders to the burning desire and need that burns within her. At last as he screams out her ecstasy weathering on the bunk as her body arches to the violence of her orgasm she enters the nether world where the past and present coexist and I stand there my black raven’s wing hair tied back with a scarlet ribbon, my eyes black as a moonless night, my skin dark and ruddy from years under the sun at sea, towering over her quivering body.

I see Alora’s hand fly to her mouth to stifle a cry, then she swoons and is engulfed in a dark blanket of sweet oblivion as her mind refuse to believe what her eyes tell her is true.

When Alora’s eyes at last flutter open again she is bound to the mast her hands above her head, the wind in her hair, ruffling and playing at the helm of her modern skirt, her blouse clinging to her heaving breasts. My lips a breath away from hers, Alora’s soft green eyes wide with fright, then my lips claim hers in a savage kiss.

 

[Merelan]

A terrible awful dream. Waking and stretching, and unable too. My body stiff. My eyes slowly open, it is dark.
I lift my head and my eyes meet his.
Him.
The man of my dreams. The one who has haunted me.

'Help." I go to reach and find I cannot move. Looking up, my arms bound to the mast. I am on deck.

"Oh God, what is this. Please. You. You are, are him."

Then it all rushes back. In my cabin, his cabin. On his bed, with him watching. I had, had... oh no.

Feeling the blush cover me again. My body was half uncovered, and could feel the breeze as it lifted the pieces of my clothing, chilling me.

'Please, I don't understand."

 

[Merelan]

His lips crush mine and I whimper, unable to even pull away. Swiftly he breaks the kiss and stands back.

The arrogant look on his face infuriating me.

"You answer me, let me down this instant. Do you even know who you are playing with. You, you sick bastard!"

Yanking at the cords and only making them tighter.

 

[cgraven]

"You answer me, let me down this instant. Do you even know who you are playing with. You, you sick bastard!"

Alora whimpers and pulls at her bonds. The wicked smile that had been on my face now turns to pure evil, slipping a curved dagger from my sash. The sun glints off its sharp edge, Alora’s eyes widen in fear.

“So I am a sick bastard my pretty?”

The blade slips to the helm of Alora’s short skirt, the taunt material surrenders to that edge , effortlessly parting to flutter to the deck, then I cut away her blouse, and bra. I watch Alora’s wide grow wider, her cheeks color crimson with her shame and anger. Finally with two flicks of my wrist Alora’s panties fall from her supple body.

My head bends to claim a succulent nipple as A finger slides into Alora to torture her G-Spot.

 

[Merelan]

Writhing and trying to twist away from his blade. He is going to kill me. This sick man.
Yet something, deep inside myself tells me no, that he would never hurt me, not more then I hurt him. But I do not know him.

Do I?
He cuts away my clothing with only a few flicks, the sharp blade making nothing of the fabric. I want to plead, beg forgiveness, fall to my knees and plead.
But my wrists are bound.

And my lips burn where he kissed me.

He bends and I try to move, but am caught by the rough wood of the mast.
His mouth finding a nipple.
My cries fill my ears, then his finger is at me, and too easily slides in, deep and full.
I am aroused? That only shakes me, no. I cannot be. He is sick, and erverse. Yet..

He is my love, he is not. He is cruel and ruthless, gentle and loving.

My body reacts to his rough fingering, he seems to know me better then I know myself.

"please", a whimper escaping me as I hang my head. "Please."

 

[cgraven]

"please",

a whimper escaping her parched lips, her head hung in shame her cheeks crimson as her supple young body betrays her.

"Please."

My fingers entwined in her raven’s wings locks, Alora’s head snapped backs my mouth ravishes her even as her supple body dances on my fingers that ripple across her sweet spot, my hand bathed by her sweet nectar.

“Please……………….Oh yes my proud beauty you will please me………….with your mouth, and your body,………………..you will do anything I demand of you or I shall give you to my crew for their amusement.”

I sneer as the baled severs Alora’s bonds her body falling thrusting deeper into her most private of sanctuaries, till I let her fall to the deck. My fingers smear her own sweet nectar across her full moist lips.

“Now use your mouth to please me Alora..”

 

[Merelan]

Falling to my knees it hurt, and I crumpled at his feet. My scent on my lips, trying not to lick them.

Pleasure him? With my mouth, I would bite his cock off that is what I would do. The filthy pig, thinking he could order me around. S pretending a sweet smile I lifted to my knees and reached up for him.

"Oh yes, let me pleasure you." Meeting his eyes and trying not to tremble or show my feelings. Surely as a man he would not see through me. Quickly I looked away though, for i knew I could not hide it for long. One chance, just one, and he would have nothing to pleasure anything with.

 

[cgraven]

"Oh yes, let me pleasure you."

There was submission in Alora’s voice yet fire in her eyes that had nothing to do with passion. Again I snap her head back my lips ravish her mouth, fingers twist her nipple. And fondle Alora’s breast.

“And will you lie and betray me yet again as you id with the English dog?”


My eyes hold Alora’s challenging her.

“Alora make your decision and then live with it wench!”

My eyes are cold and hard then soft and gentle, both my need for revenge and my love plainly written in them.