Hawkes of the Sea: a pirate fantasy

[sojournerwolf]

OOC: anyone up for a little swashbuckling and depravity?

Jeremiah Hawke and his sister are twins (or maybe half siblings?) who were born into an aristocratic British family. They grew up somewhat closer than was considered acceptable by society. Jeremiah was made to join the British Navy and his sister to marry a very proper British earl.

However, Jeremiah and his sister did not much care for the plans others made. Over the years, their resentment grew.

While home on leave, Jeremiah and his sister become involved in a scandal involving incest and theft. With a price on both their heads, they flee Britain and end up in the Carribbean.

Both are dead shots and excellent with sword. Both are highly intelligent and ruthless. together, they hatch an idea for becoming pirates. They manage to acquire two ships, one for each of them, and crews who match their own amorality. (If whomever might want to be the sister wants to put together a completely female crew, hey, this ain't history, it is fantasy. *L*)

Brother and sister are fiercely loyal to one another but not monogamous (they may from time to time fuck or even share a victim or two.) Their crews remain loyal for that most profound of all reasons, GREED. The Hawkes are very successful at raiding and evading capture. They are also very tough, but fair with their people.

I see the story beginning with them both sailing into the harbor of their island hideaway which has become something of a self sufficient village in and of itself. They have at times worked jointly, sometimes on their own. But they always get together to split the booty.

So, here is what is needed: I will be taking the part of Jeremiah Hawke. Story needs Hawke's sister, needs some crew members, needs some captives, as well as various and sundry other characters as you think of them.

LET'S GET DARK! BDSM, sub/dom, rape fantasy, gang bang, kink, even romance if you can think of a way to fit it in. Story idea is loose enough to give us all plenty of room to play.

Look forward to seeing who joins up!

 

[SexyChele]

Count me in...

I'd like to play one of the captives...a sub female - preferably to a dom male, but will role play with dom fem as well.

Shall I give character description now, or wait?

 

[BLACK BART]

argh, matey, permission to come on board? me thinks i might be your first mate? a hulking brute incredibly loyal to jeremiah and sister, will do anything to anyone, by captains order of course, specialties include whipping, bondage and abusing female prisoners...6'6', 265 pounds, long flowing black hair, steel blue eyes, scar on left cheek,tatoos abounding.I be the son of a only son, coming from the isle of Tahiti.....
argh, captain, permission granted?


[Edited by BLACK BART on 05-30-2001 at 04:33 AM]

 

[Kimberly]

OOC: This sounds like fun. I am interested. If you don't have any one in mind for the sister I will play the part.

 

[Clarrissa]

OOC: This sounds interesting, I love the water <he,he> Could be crew member on either ship. Loyal if the price is right. Tallented with a sword, deadly with a knife.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Welcome aboard, me hearties!

SEXYCHELE- *G* good, we have one of the captives. How do you feel about the crew passing you around?

BLACK BART- Ah, me right hand of mayhem, would be honored to have ye as me first mate! Character already sounds like he is just the sort to add quite a bit of color and action to this scenario

KIMBERLY - Hi, sister! First bidder on that role, you got it if you want it.

CLARRISSA - yep, the price is right, the Hawke's are incredibly successful whether working together or solo. Our island hideaway is self sufficient, and the crew is treated like royalty. Despotic, self indulgent royalty at that. And rich as hell

OKAY! shall we all develop our characters? I have posted an opening scene to begin this story. Who else shall join us? (Feel free to recruit, all welcome)

[Edited by sojournerwolf on 05-25-2001 at 08:05 PM]

 

[sojournerwolf]

SCENE:

Evening, beneath a full Carribbean moon as the FIEND sails into the hidden bay of Hawke Island, the secret headquarters of the Hawkes' and their crews. Torch light flickers already along the shore as our civilians come out to greet us.

I stand at the prow, looking past the figurehead of an angel being arse raped by a demon. It has been a good voyage, a rich haul of Spanish gold and jewels off a fat Belgian smuggler who escaped British blockade only to run into us. And then, there was that ship meant for the Governer. I chuckle to myself.

In the hold also languishes a number of captives, minor nobles who were coming to serve on the Governors staff, as well as their wives and daughters. A small troupe of actors and dancers from Spain who had thought to ply their trade amongst the islands and will instead find themeelves pressed into entertaining us in ways, I suspect, they hardly imagined. Even a young French priest and several nuns who had intended bringing enlightenment to the savages.

All have been treated, as is our wont, with the utmost respect and courtesy. By now, they have lulled themselves into thinking they will be accorded the same once we make landfall until they are ransomed. How little do those fools know! Their disillusion and despair, I look forward to when they learn the truth. When first we began our adventures some years ago, the crew would grumble at this. But now, they enjoy the playacting, the portrayal of "noble renegades" with the captives as a game of cat and mouse for the uttter horror that overcomes our captives when we unsheathe our claws in the sanctuary of Hawke Island.

I wonder how my sister has fared on her voyage. I look forward to seeing her greatly, sharing our tales, mugs of rum and wine, the booty, and our captives.



[Edited by sojournerwolf on 05-25-2001 at 08:07 PM]

 

[BLACK BART]

I stalk the deck, barking orders, creating a flurry of activity as we near the dock, pushing the sailors to stow the mainsail and man the ropes, ready to cast them out as we get ready to drop anchor.
"Aye, Captain, a fine haul we've made?" I state, reading your pleased expression "Do ye wish to guide us in, ya know none can do it as well as ye can?"
I stand ready for my Captain's wishes, anxious to dock, hoping he'll let me break in the spanish dancer with the flashing eyes stored below.
"Bring up the plank, ye god forsaken virmin" I roar at a nearby crewmen "Or do I have ta give ye a taste of me lash?"
"Permission to drop anchor, Captain?" I query, bringing you from your thoughts.....

 

[Ticklish Girl]

OOC: This sounds like decadent fun. I'd like to play one of the captive nuns. If that's all right with you, I can come back with a character description.

 

[Inkubus]

Carlos De la Vega

Carlos cursed himself for being able to make it past the british only to fall in the hands of this scum. He had fought with all his might to protect the passengers but in the end he had been overwhelmed. He vaugely remembered a female voice toneing "hell do" he awoke in a 'box'so to speak with sevral other captives, the diffrence with him is that he was completely shackled.He tried to stand but the tight shackles wouldnt allow his 6'2 frame to stretch, his long black hair was wild and untied.and he had several scars across his body .His clothes were almost shredded and the chill of the night was setting in he crouched down and tried to rest. He would need his energy when he tried to escape.


OOC Is this Ok?OOC

 

[sojournerwolf]

OOC: Welcome to the new players! TICKLISH: Great! Have some good ideas for corrupting nuns. Would enjoy seeing what kind of character you are going to give her. *G* INKUBUS: Good character you have going there, look forward to how Carlos develops.

IC:
JEREMIAH HAWKE

I grin at Black Bart. He has, as always, proven himself savage and efficient in his duties. A finer first mate no captain could want. I had particularly enjoyed the way he used his whip to cut up that man who refused to surrender on the Spanish ship. I could almost pity the dancer he was defending, for I have seen Black Bart's eye upon her and already decided she was his until he grew bored with her.

"Yes," I say to him, "bring the ship about and drop anchor. We've been too long at sea and it's high time we got to the enjoying of our booty."

I decide to venture back into the hold again, to further lull our captives into a sense of security. Particularly the priest and the nuns before giving them a taste of hell.

In the hold, the priest looks at me with defiant eyes while the nuns kneel in prayer. I nod to him, respectfully and hand over the parcel I have brought.

"Father, here is paper, ink and quill. Please feel free to write a letter to your bishop and I will see to its delivery so that you and the sisters may not have to dwell among us any longer than necessary," I lie.

My eyes roam over the nuns. One in particular strikes me as charming even fully cloaked in her wimple and robes as she prays and fingers her rosary. Yes, I shall enjoy introducing her to a darker worship.

"Truth to tell," I sigh. "I do hope you will be with us for at least a short time, Father. My people have not had much exposure of late to the teachings of the church. We have a chapel to which you will be taken when we arrive. Perhaps you may be able to bring some light to our darkness."

The priest nods, reluctantly. Perhaps he believes he might indeed be capable of showing us the errors of our ways.

But then, he has not yet seen the chapel.

[Edited by sojournerwolf on 05-26-2001 at 07:15 AM]

 

[SexyChele]

Ok Back with Character!

OOC: Maria Elena, 5'4", 20, long thick black hair, flashing black eyes, volupuous body, full breasts and lips. Spanish dancer, taken captive, and below decks on Hawkes' ship. She has a fiery temperment, and usually gets her way.

IC: I sit in the hold of the ship, attempting to keep warm with a thin blanket. In the back of my mind there is something not quite right about this situation, but so far we have all been treated well enough. I cannot get the picture of the man who refused to give up our Spanish ship. His skin had been cut to ribbons, slashed by a whip. His death must have been horrible. I had been quickly led past the sight, but it lingers in my mind.

We are told that we will be able to get off the boat when it docks, and that for us dancers, there may prove to be work in this part of the world. Work! Ha! Dancing is only something I do to watch the flames of desire well up in the faces of the men in the audience. I have always had a man who would be willing to buy the necessities of life for me....as well as the luxaries. Unfortunately, my belongings are now at the bottom of the sea.

Oh, well, I have been on my own since I 12, roaming the streets of Madrid, selling my body to men for food, shelter, clothes. Until one night, Antonio had taken me home and decided I would do well as a dancer. At 20, I have a reputation as being one of the finest Spanish dancers ever.

The captain has come down to the hold. A fine looking man, I agree. But I do not like being kept in this ship, and will be one of he first to step off!

 

[sojournerwolf]

CAPTAIN JEREMIAH HAWKE

As I leave the hold, I pass the Spanish dancer who was being protected earlier. Be dammed, she has a lithe and supple body, a real beauty. There is a toughness in her eyes that flares like fire. I smile gently at her as I pass, thinking how much Black Bart will enjoy breakeing this one.

We've anchored when I come up and I can see my first mate directing the unloading of the booty. Chests of gold and jewels pass carefully over the side as the crew remembers what Black Bart did to the last one of them that let a rope slip. Next will come the great casks of wine and whiskey and beer we lifted from the Governor's ship. His year's supply, I suspect. I grin, thinking what a dry, dry year this will be for him. Afterwards, the captives will be escorted ashore, then lastly, Black Bart and I will make our appearance. I see on the shore that a crowd has already gathered to aid in the unloading.

I look out to se, wondering where my sister is for we had agreed to meet back here on this date. I am a bit concerned, but not much. She is, after all, a Hawke.

 

[BLACK BART]

I stand below in the cargo hold, directing the order of cargo, keeping an eye on the men, lest they be tempted to help themselves to my Captain's gold or wine...
I also wanted to keep an eye on our guests, one being a spaniard royalty who looked as if he was ready to fight his way out, despite the Captain's assurance he would be set free.
The second and more tempting reason being the feiry eyed dancer, promised to be my toy until I was tired of her.
I spun around and threw a knife across the hold, the tip embedding itself in a sailors hand, pinning it and the pearl necklace it clutched to the chest he had pilfered it from.
"Stupid bloke", I cursed him, "Is not your shere enough, that you steal from the rest of us?" I strode across the room and pulled the knife from his hand, slamming him to the ground with my other fist, rendering him unconcious.As I wiped the knife off on his scivvy's I ordered the surrounding men, "Take him to the brig, the Captain will decide his fate on the 'morrow"
I returned to my prowling, wanting the unloading to go quickly and smoothly, lest my Captain be angered. {His skill with a sword was unequalled, on the deck of his ship, or in the bedroom}
I uncoil my whip and bellow at the men, "Damn your souls to Poseidon, get moving, or ye'll feel my wrath"

 

[Ticklish Girl]

OOC: Sister Therese Gautier, 19 years old, 5’6”, 120 lbs., cropped brown hair, brown eyes. Shy, idealistic and naive, handsome but not a great beauty, did not choose the religious life but was instead forced into it by an overbearing mother.

IC: For the first time since our ship was taken I feel a glimmer of hope. Even the rude shouts of the crewmen as they unload their treasures cannot dampen my mood. Surely our captivity will soon come to an end, at which time we can begin our work among the heathens. The captain has seemed unusually willing to help us in this regard, even going so far as to promise to deliver a letter to our bishop explaining the situation. I would not have expected such honorable behavior from a man of his…profession, but then he and his crew have been unfailingly polite and hospitable to all of us. He has even hinted that during our stay on his island we will have missionary work to do after all, among his people.

My thoughts begin to race, as they always do when I am excited. I cannot help wondering if there might be some divine plan at work behind our capture. Perhaps these rough men have more need of our spiritual message than do the savages. Perhaps we could even inspire them to give up their lives of crime, and give away their ill-gotten treasures to the poor! I would suggest this to the other sisters, but they are older than I, and would no doubt mock me for having such fanciful notions. Many times they have told me that in a lot of ways I am still a child, and that I do not yet fully comprehend the significance of the life I have chosen. I suppose they are right, although I must say that I didn’t exactly “choose” this life. Rather, my mother chose it for me. She was determined to continue the Gautier family tradition of entering at least one child in the religious life. Since she had already married off her only son and eldest daughter (and since there were no suitors seeking the hand of “the plain Gautier sister”, as I was called), it fell to me to bear the standard. Still, I cannot complain about my lot in life. I have a chance to do much good in the world, even if I do suffer from an excess of youthful passion.

I clutch my rosary tightly and look forward to setting foot on dry land. I cannot wait to see this chapel the captain spoke of. Most of all, I am eager to begin the work of saving souls.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

New Member?

OOC: I am interested in this thread. the story sounds intriguing. Thought maybe I could be from a very wealthy family from Great Britain being held captive on the sister's ship. My father would pay a handsome sum for my release as I am betrothed to an equally rich man. I envision my character as being spoiled and disgusted by the pirates. (but maybe I doth protest too much!)

 

[sojournerwolf]

OOC: Hey, this is going great! Really like the characters as they are developing. MTNANGEL, yeah yours sounds like a good one to put into the mix. Lots of opportunities for degradation there. *G* Welcome aboard. TICKLISH: Really like the character outline you've got. Methinks you shall be coming into some special attention from Hawke himself. BLACK BART: Damn fine! That scumbag thief you nailed, I think we should have some evil fun with the bastard once we get on shore.

HEY! STILL ROOM FOR LOTS MORE CHARACTERS IN THIS THREAD: PIRATES AND CAPTIVES AND OTHERS...JOIN THE PARTY!

IC:
JEREMIAH HAWKE

The hold is empty as I walk through with Black Bart. Only he and I remain with some of the crew to disembark. I can tell from the gleam in his eye he is ready for the fun and games to begin.

He has told me of the bastard who thought to take that which did not belong to him. This annoys me, yet gives me an idea of how to begin breaking our captives.

"Bart," I say to him, "is your lash thirsty for meteing out a bit of justice on that sod who dared steal from his own?"

His evil smile tells me all. We climb down into the boat waiting to row us to shore.

Great cheers go up as we approach. We step off onto the sand. The captives are huddled nearby, the men in chains, the women looking apprehensive. My crew can barely contain themselves, but know their time will come.

Wine and rum already flows freely among the crew as they await us. A kitchen wench comes forward with great goblets of rum for both Bart and I. I raise my glass high and roar above the noise of the crowd.

"A wondrously profitable voyage has it been for the Fiend! many a widow weeps for the souls we have sent to perdition, and that is not to mention the greif caused for those fat popinjays who think they can sail our waters with impunity! I salute you, the finest crew and best dammed first mate any captain could ever have!"

Among the huzzahs, we drink deeply, refill our cups and drink again. I wait for the noise to die down before moving on to the business at hand.

 

[BadForm]

New Character: Monique Papin

OOC: Monique Papin, originally a slave in the French colony of Martinique, was freed by the Hawke's and now serves as first mate on the sister's ship. She is loyal, despite taking little money, because she has the best opportunity to excerise her sexual abnormalities on people with the Hawkes. She is 5'10" tall, and stoutly built. She would have a beautiful face, were it not for the eyepatch and scar - having lost an eye in a hard boarding action. She has some voodoo beliefs, and is more than happy to perform sacrifices at the chapel of Hawke's bay. If any part of this post doesn't fit in with your ideas, please let me know.


The purser's tongue dances well between the lips of my cunt, pushing me ever closer to orgasm. I wrap me powerful legs around his neck and pull him into me as the last few seconds before I cum run their course. Then, at last, I slam down my tankard of rum and flood his mouth with my juices. A silent scream of pleasure runs through my entire body as I hold the suffocating man to me. He was good, and he deserves his reward.

I kick him backwards and wipe my hand across my mouth, belching loudly. I look down at the scum before me. He returns my gaze in terror - a frightened rabbit before a snake. He had no option but to do what I said when I told him that I had overheard him plotting to overthrow my captain. Yet at the same time, his attendance proved me correct.

"You were good, monsieur," I say, smiling at him. "You did as I ask. You give me the names of those with whom you plotted and you give me un orgasme like no other."

He didn't move as he crouched, waiting for me to continue. "Your reward, bien sur. That I shall not tell our capitaine of your treachery non?"

He nodded, waiting.

I drew my pistol and aimed at his head. "D'accord. Agreed, monsieur." It took just one bullet.

The captain came running in at the sound. I looked up at her. "Ma capitaine, we shall need a new purser. This one did not like to serve a woman. Et aussi, the docteur et Jack Smith. They may wish to feed the fishes."

I smiled, knowing she would understand me. Part of my job was, of course, to make sure the captain was safe.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Captive

OOC: Amanda Lancaster, age 23, medium height, voluptous breasts, very small waist, curvaceous hips, sapphire blue eyes and wavy blonde hair that brushes the top of her buttocks


IC: How many days have I been riding in this godforsaken vessel? I wonder to myself. Imagine a Lancaster being forced to ride among these common people. These accomodations are atrocious, dark, dank and that stench. It was the acrid odor of must, decay and...and...and terror. Well, I refused to be frightened by these heathens. These shackles placed upon my arms and legs will be removed just as soon as I can explain who my family is and how much money these beasts can receive for my safe return.

At night I can hear some of the other captives crying, pleading and praying. I have no need for any of that for I am a Lancaster. I have stayed in this spot with my back ramrod straight and my head held high. I will not be broken by this predicament. As soon as I can find the bastard in charge of this mission I will demand accomodations befitting my stature. Until then I will weather this storm with grace and dignity.

[Edited by MtnAngelWV on 05-26-2001 at 09:20 PM]

 

[SexyChele]

Maria Elena

So, we are finally off of that stinking ship, and our feet are on solid ground - yet still we are not allowed to go free! Ha! These British liars! I'll bet there are plans underfoot that involve all of us...none of which are honorable.

I stay aloof from the captives. Most have high ideals that they will be set free. Can they not see that these men are theives?!? Bah! Those nuns over there! Praying their beads, and hatching plots to save these men from eternal hell! Well, I tried to warn them during the voyage here that something was wrong, and they only believe the captain.

But one I do not trust is the harsh one, the one I hear yelling on the ship. First mate I guess he is. When he looks at me, his eyes are filled with the same digusting animal lust that many of the men in Madrid had. If it is possible to escape, he is the one I must run farthest from. As he stands at the shore with the captain, I can see where some women might be drawn to his harsh good looks. But that one has a bad heart, so he does. Still, I shall not cower as the rest here do. I may be low-born, but my pride is all that has ever sustained me. I will hold my head high and not be shamed by the shackles that hold my physical body.

 

[Clarrissa]

OOC: My good Captain Hawke, you never did mention your sisters name? Kimberly wishes the part but has not specified her name or the Ships name. I would never presume to name a character however, the second ships name should be The Lady Hawke, it is so fitting.

IC: Clarrissa Morgan stood on the deck of The Lady Hawke. The wind whipped through the sails with a sudden fury. It's gusting pressed her shirt firmly against her ample chest, displaying all she had to offer. It tugged and pulled her long auburn hair from it's ties, swirling it around her hips like the dance of a flame in the breeze. "Damn fine time for a storm to kick up", she thought to herself.

Late to port by a day, surely Captain Jerermiah would not be pleased. It had been a good take to be sure. Sinking the galleon had not been part of the plan, but the loot was well worth the extra time. Riding low in the water in a storm would not be a good thing to be sure.

"Wake the Lady Captain, now", she shouted below "A storm is brewing, we need to beat it to port or risk loosing what we have."

 

[Diamondnrough]

how about a virgin?

do you have room for any more?

i don't see a virgin anywhere, except maybe with the nuns
i'd like to play a young woman on her way to her betrothed, who's course is changed forever...spanish, dark curly hair, 5'5", 125 pounds, lean, firm body(from hours of horseback riding), breasts larger than frame would suggest.
My character would evolve as her experiences change her from girl to woman, could fill in as needed, perhaps?

 

[sojournerwolf]

OOC:
MTNANGEL - good character development, she should be lots of fun. A fine haughty lady for whom I can see lots of degradation...and chances to get her own back with that kind of strength.

BADFORM - Damn! I like this bitch you've taken on as character. She fits perfectly with the kind of crew we need. And I really like the idea of some voodoo rituals in the chapel.

CLARRISSA - I;ve been waiting for Kimberely to come back with a name for her character and some development. Thanks for the suggestion, I know I like it, and for helping move the story along. *G* Got some tasty treats waiting on the island when you all show up, and look forward to what you are bringing.

DIAMONDNROUGH - Welcome aboard! We have room for lots and lots of people to join. I like the character you've described and look forward to seeing how she develops.

AGAIN, LOTS OF ROOM HERE FOR PEOPLE TO CONTRIBUTE, LOTS OF POTENTIAL CHARACTERS STILL WAITING TO BE CREATED. COME JOIN US!

[Edited by sojournerwolf on 05-26-2001 at 09:50 PM]

 

[Kimberly]

OOC: Sorry for the delay. Clarrissa, I like the name of the ship. Thanks for naming it as I had no clue what to name her. sojournerwolf, Did you describe what Jeremiah looks like? If you did I don't remember reading it.

Elizabeth Hawke is her given name now they call her the She-Devil of the Seven Seas. Never has a man seen a woman that can wield a sword like she can. Her fighting skills impresses many too bad none stay alive for long.


IC: She is in her quarters with one of the newly freed slaves from the Spanish Galleon. An exotic African woman that was to be the play toy of the prince of Spain. Elizabeth had claimed the beauty, either for her own personal reasons or her pleasure. She hears a shot and a crew woman comming to her quarters as she rushes out. "Where did that shot come from?" She barks out as she sees Clarrissa Morgan, and the skies around her. She tells Clarrissa "Set main sail, to full! We are only a few miles to safety and a few more miles to Hawkes's Island." She goes to her first mate, Monique's quarters and sees her undressed and the purser naked form laying in a pool of blood. "Monique?? Did he not satisfy you good enough?" Then she hears Monique's words. "Aye, You have done well, my friend."

 

[Diamondnrough]

I stand on the shore, the ground feeling strange, our nightmare journey finally at the end? If it were not for the help of the father and Sister Therese I would have perished, my mind leaving me.
Still, truth be known, the journey was exciting, the raw power of the men stirring something in me I had never felt before, and upon asking Sister Therese, still know not what it is.
I watch the grand and noble Captain Hawke stride down the plank, his first mate close behind, I strain to hear him speak, to see his handsome face....