Pirate's Den

[Destiny]

The sand was warm beneath her body as she slowly began to come around. The sun was bright white and hot who knows how long she had been lying there on the desolate sands of hell. Slowly she turns over and moves to sit up and lets her green eyed gaze slide over the vast horizon that is layed out before her, water and lots of it extending as far as the eye can see and no storm in sight. The storm that set her upon this now deserted patch of sand and trees. Rising to her feet gingerly she attempts to brush off as much of the sand as she can from her dress and bare parts as she can and she begins to survey the area around her slowly. Moving unsteadily now she begins to pick her steps along the beach her steps unsteady.

Seems she has been walking for so long and then suddenly rising up out of the sand like a beacon is this large half ruined Spanish style manse the pink stones bright in the sun and resting off in a private cove are three ships all in various stages of disrepair and all flying the Jolly Roger. Men and women dot the beach as she stands off in the protection of a stand of trees. Seems she has meandered up on a pirate Lair complete with Pirate Lord and his men.

 

[MBS1969]

Johnny "Cuthroat" Magoo

Boy oh boy, guard duty was such a drag. Nothing ever seemed to happen here. Why on earth we needed guard duty I'll never know. If I ever have my sleep disturbed and fall out of my lookout post and that's for sure. But hang on a mo', is that.., no it can't be, is that an intruder down there in the trees.

I leaned out of my lookout to try to see and oh shit, I just said this would happen. I suddenly find myself in thin air and all to quickly land with a thud in the soft sand. Lucky for me that sand breaks my fall and I quickly bounce to my feet, squinting at the small copse of tress where I'd seen her.

Trying to be as discreet as a six foot man whose just fallen out of a tree can be I edge towards where she is still standing. Feeling for my cutless I find that I've left it in the lookout and am totally unarmed. Oh well, it looks like arm to arm combat then today, she looks feeble enough, I think I can take her on.

Approaching quietly, she appears to be watching the scene in the cove. Three ships and only on seaworthy, not the most impressive or feared of pirate clans but still, she doesn't know that. Her clothes are torn and she's half naked, probably shipwrecked I thought. I crept up slowly behind her and with a swift moment I wrapped her up in my strong arms and pulled her to the floor.

Straddling her I held her by her wrists as she struggled to try and free herself. Squealing a little but appearing not to want to attract any more attention to herself her cries are muffled.

"So, what do we have 'ere then. Looks like a little lost girlie, why are you here. You better tell me now or I'll take you to the boss and he'll slit your pretty little throat for you for spying on us!

She looks up at me fearfully and I can see tears in her bright green eyes. I feel a little sorry for her and release my grip slightly so as not to bruise her. She begins to stutter a reply and my mind begins to tick over in the early morning sun.

 

[Destiny]

Anne Bonny

Her attention had been so centered on the goings on at the cove and the people milling around on the beach she hadn'y heard the 'sure to be loud' crash of the man falling from of all places a palm tree. Her long blonde hair falling about her shoulders and waist curled and waved to her hips as she continues to watch unaware she is being snuck up on.

The night gown bought for her by her unseen betrothed and shipped to her before she left England clings to her body ripped along her back and torn at the hip exposing her skin beneath is barely much protection against anything but a set of sheets and a quilt, hardly something to be traipsing about an island in. When the man grabs her from behind and sends her to her back and quickly straddles her body, a startled yelp is all that emits past her lips. She smells of sea water and she still ahs sand caked along her neck and shoulders, buyt still that scent that is her own clings to her as well as she looks upa t the broad shoulders and powerfully built man resting ontop of her.

Tears sting her eyes and she writhes beneath the man as she begins to stutter out..." the....the sto..storm las... please... I wasn't spying.... I ...we the ship is gone... I " When her hands are released she quickly brings them down to cover her upper chest as she closes her eyes mortified at her predicament and her face flushes a bright red.

 

[MBS1969]

Johnny

He looked down on the terrified figure beneath him, she was quite beautiful with long blonde hair and even through the tears, striking green eyes. His eyes fall to her heaving chest and she moved her arms to cover what appeared to be full pert breasts.

Her long bare legs motionless beneath the weight of his body are slightly tanned but Johnny could tell that it was a virgin tan. He realises she must have travelled from a cooler climate rather then from here in the Carribbean.

Through her undoubted beauty she is a sorry sight, folorn and scared, caked in sand and her hair straggly no doubt from seawater. Johnny's heart melts a little and he sees the colour rise into her cheeks as she realises he is viewing her body. She stammers a reply, promising that she is not spying and telling him that she has been shipwrecked, desperate for him to believe her.

"I dunno wench, you could just 'ave made youself look shipwrecked so that we don't make you walk the plank in piranha cove or feed you to the sharks."

Her eyes widened at Cuthroat's words and more tears flooded her eyes as she began to beg him to believe her. He already knew she was telling the truth, he knew she could not survive in the navy or coastguard and she certainly wasn't a rival pirate.

"Well, you better tell me exactly how you came to be on this island and I'll see if you convice me what you say is true. You'd better had, cos I might hang you from the yardarm meself if I think your lying to me!"

 

[Destiny]

Shivering and in this heat......

Arms still covering her chest she finally opens her eyes once more as she breathes heavily. She isn't that tall barely 5'6" and her lithe body beneath you could barely push a pencil let alone work sails into a rolled up mass. There were no other ship sighted by you as you rested on watch up in your palm tree either.

Anne stutters a response her voice holding a soft charming accent of english origins the upper echelons of society as she talks. "Please..I...we...the ship was in the st...sorm form the night before you must have remembered it.."Continuing to plead with you as she talks and clenches her arms to her chest. The silk of the night gown doing damn little to hide her luscious form.

Tears begin to flow more along her temples and into her sand caked hair as you mention sending her off into the waters of the cove and to be fed to the fish below. She shudders and she looks up at you as she then says," Please my...my parents will pay you if you take me back home please... I just want to go home.." She continues to lay on the sand beneath you her young body shivering now in fear as she continues to plead.

The sounds of one of your shipmates can be heard calling out to your empty tree,"Johnny ye lout ye better not be sleepin' cause Blackie is in a foul mood what with the storm a'tall you hear me!" The tree is kicked and the man growls as he calls out," I will be back in an t'hour, Blackie's wench is being kicked out of the manse seems she was screwing the cook while he twas away at see and we gets to see the wench stripped and sold t' the highest bidder....and ima bid on the whore meself."

Anne listens to the bellowing man in shocked horro and she hasn't moved or said anything since he started bellowing up at your tree and then meandered off. Shocked into silence and laying beneath you she know she will tell you anything you ask her now as you can tell the man's words made a definite impact on her more then anything you could say.

 

[prometheus 2]

Riley

"He'll be back in an hour now will he? Riley muttered under his breath, now ain't that just dandy maybe Blackie should'a said please Johnny and forgive me for disturbing yer sleep. More than likely hes's been whippin' his monkey again an' wishin he could be fuckin' my old lady. I've half a notion to flog him for his insolence, to the lord."

He turned back to his afternoon bath, His knife in hand he proceeded to hack away at his scraggly beard determined to turn over a new leaf, now that he was finally rid of that nagging bitch. It didn't matter if she was fucking the cook like blackies wench was too What did that skinny chow slinger have tht he didn't He had to be a whole lot better at screwwing than he was at cooking. he was really pissed, in fact he had gone to the galley after he had found out about it, threw a dubloon at the poor slob and told him to go buy himself a good piece of ass.

After much cursing and hacking he finally had his face fairly clean of ten years of black shaggy whiskers. He looked in the mirror and surprised even himself. "Not a bad looking bloke," he thought. Nose a bit too big but his brown eyes and easy smile forgave its promenent presence. A little sun and he might even be called a handsome man. the rest of his body complimented his faces appearance and as he stood naked knee deep in his makeship tub he flexed his muscles and sucked in his belly hiding the pot that developed around middle age from too much ale and laying around on the deck when at sea. He'd work on that now that he was to be spending his time at the Lair in charge of the hostages brought here for the lords pleasure and profit. Having saved his life at sea five years back the lord felt indebted to him and granted him favors amoung them the priviledge of deflowering any virgins that they might come across, keeping the experienced ones satisfied and generally just keeping peace around the Den.

He found great pleasure in his duties and was equipped and experienced enough to do it well. At 6'2" tall 200lbs 45 years old he had many productive years ahead of him.

Dressing he looked once more time towards the tree where Johnny was supposed to be standing watch and shaking his head made his way toward the tavern. The storm was over, the sky was red promising a nice day tomorrow. He grinned wondering if there would be any action at the Lair tonight.

 

[Destiny]

A little ambience

This Pirate Lair is more like an island. A half destroyed Pink stoned Manse the only testament to the spanish ever having been there. The island was considered belonging to the spanish but who would want such a desloate place as this? Why had they been there at all some ship captain wonderedc once.

But now it was the lair of the self prclaimed Pirate Lord Black Jack Malone. Blackie to his friends. Hell spawn of the caribbean and death to most anyone that he crossed swords with. His ship was tghe most deadly on the seas and those prizes he took barely limped back to shore if they did at all. SOme must have because everyone knew of this man with heart of stone and mind like a trap. That iis why this was such a perfect lair for him, he could have a home a place to rest and relax when the seas began to boil from the hurricanes that poured off the coast of Africa to harry any of the ships floating at sea.

He brought women to the island to please the men, he brought food and supplies and any that wanted could leave as long as they didn't mind walking the plank into the shark infested waters. Blackie was ruthless and he rarely let any man best him, fair or unfairly he always won.

*I am not posing this for blackie or anyone else it was merely to give an idea of what sort of story is played out here. I welcome any and all who want to join, play that rogue that you always wanted to be. Be the slut that gets the Pirate King. Play the First mate to Blackie. This is a story and I welcome all who wish to play*

 

[MBS1969]

Johnny

He hated his life did Johnny, hated taking orders, hated been hounded day and nite by Blackie and his lackies. This though was his time, his discovery and he was going to make sure that he kept her secret from the scum which lived on the island with him. He never got the virgins, always the old tarts and fat spotty wenches that everyone on the island had had.

This one was young and scared and by the look on her face willing to do anything he asked if he would help her. She was a lithe young thing, her clothing covering nothing really and only her arms spared her modesty. No Johnny wasn't gonna let her disappear into the bosses quarters, he'd have to hide her away....but where.

He looked down on her petrified face and grinned his famous grin at her, a pirate with all his teeth, who'd have thought it. His blue eyes ran along her naked legs to her thighs, small wisps of pubic hair showed below the torn garment she was wearing and he planned to have a better look later. For now, time was short and he had to move her.

Pulling her up by her arm he began to drag her along the beach, taking the back way to his rooms. She stumbled as he pulled her and he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her along, his dirty palms grabbing a handful of her ass as he did so.

"You just keep yer gob shut or I'll whip you till yer sore. If I tell ya to stop, ya stop and if you don't you'll meet a fate worse than I could ever cause ya."

She sobbed slightly but put a hand to her mouth to stifle her crying. All the better for Johnny as she couldn't cover her breasts properly with one arms.

"Y'ave sure got a tasty pair of tits my lass, you'll let me at 'em later else I'll take you to Blackie and e'll see to you. You wouldn't want that I can tell ya."

Arriving at his small house, a slum on the edge of the village, he bundled her inside. Grabbing rope from the floor he pushed her into the bedroom and tied her by her hands and feet to the bedposts.

"I'll be back in an 'our, don't make a sound or else ya'll ne'er see you parents again. Yur my ticket out of 'ere. If ya do as I say, we'll flee together, but you'll 'ave to live wiv me for a couple of days while I get set. I might have a few demands though, I'll tell ya wot I want later wench."

Johnny turned and left her tied to his bed, drawing the curtains and locking the bedroom door so no-one could discover his secret.

 

[Destiny]

Trapped....

She watched him like a mouse and a cat and she was the mouse. Her emerald eyes never straying from his hands or his face for long and she had to wonder how sucha man as this could be with these men that she had always heard were cuthroats and animals, he didn't look like much of an animal. He smelled like one but he didn't look like one.

He terrified her though, she had never been this close to a man in so little clothing and so aware of the lack of clothing. He was heavy on her hips as she lay there beneath him and it was a little difficult to breathe. The hot climate, and the hot man over her sitting up on her.

As his eyes began to rake her form she shivered beneath him and she sniffled as she opens her mouth about to say something and then thinking better she closed it again. It was getting more and more difficult to remember this wasn't a night mare and this was actually happening to her Anne Bonny.

As he yanked me up I couldn't help put to cry out the grip of his hand on my arm was so itent on getting me where he wanted me to go. I stumbled and then I felt his hot sweaty hand on my ass making my face flame a bright shining red and I tried to wriggle free only tgo be pressed closer to his odiferous form.

When he finally spoke the sound of his gutteral voice and the horrid words pouring from them made me cringe.
"You just keep yer gob shut or I'll whip you till yer sore. If I tell ya to stop, ya stop and if you don't you'll meet a fate worse than I could ever cause ya." I could form words I was so terrified what did he mean to stop when he told me to. Being yanked along by him I was plastered to his side if he stopped so did I, if he moved so did I.

Tears began to flow again and I couldn't help but make a mewling cry and I quickly covered my mouth to keep from making him carry out his threat. Anne, run do something don't let him dragged you off like a sack of potatoes.....Get your ass moving now! I thought to myself, Could I run would he let me....

"Y'ave sure got a tasty pair of tits my lass, you'll let me at 'em later else I'll take you to Blackie and e'll see to you. You wouldn't want that I can tell ya." When he said that I new i was in trouble. WHen he leaves I will run I could through myself on the mercy of the Pirate captain they have rules of hostages didn't they? Stories ran through my head. Stories of hostages returned unharmed.

A shack he lead me to was barely enough wood to build a fire let alone live in it. My water closet back home was bigger then this area. The attempts at some semblance of a house were meager a rug on the drt floor stained with something dark and big didn't warrant questions. it looked like a big burgundy stain like wine but much darker. the room was Dark and smelled of bodily waste and rotten food. She almost gagged at the smell it was so staggering in the heat of the island. Barely giving her eyes time to adjust he shoved her onto the bed.

OH gawd! Anne! he is tying you to the bed!? My mind raced and I swung out at him ineffectually he merely grabbed my wrists and tied me to the only solid thing in his room. A wrought iron bed. My nightgown rose up and along my thighs as I squirmed on the bed and tried tugging on the sailor's knots he had tied to no effect.

ll be back in an 'our, don't make a sound or else ya'll ne'er see you parents again. Yur my ticket out of 'ere. If ya do as I say, we'll flee together, but you'll 'ave to live wiv me for a couple of days while I get set. I might have a few demands though, I'll tell ya wot I want later wench."

She sighed in relief when he said he was leaving and she closed her eyes hearing him warn her to keep quiet, but he wouldn't know she cried out if he was gone and she could plead with the captain if she was taken there.

But silence split the air.

 

[MBS1969]

Johnny

I left her in my shack and wandered back to my tree, making sure that the idiot sent to replace me found me there. I pretended to be asleep and yawned when the guy kicked me.

"Nuthin to report" I said and the guy said he wasn't surprised if I'd slept all night.

I sauntered back to the village and saw that the auction for Blackie's wench was underway. He watched as he saw the woman's meagre clothes being ripped from her and eyed her up with interest. She was young and if she wasn't so filthy she'd probably be quite pretty. She'd obviously been mistreated though as her back was crossed with red lash marks and she had bruises on her ankles and wrists.

The crowd was getting ugly as the auction began and Johnny was glad he didn't need to get involved. He had his own wench now, young, sweet and innocent and what was more secret. He knew that she would end up like the woman in the square if Blackie ever found her and he couldn't really bring himself to allow that to happen. If she became to much trouble he'd just have to let her go, but she didn't know that.

Johnny walked down to the local eaterie and managed to pilfer a good deal of food, it was disgusting stuff but when you're hungry you'll eat anything. Johnny prayed for the day when he could get off this island, eat a proper meal. After scouting around for a while he saw what he needed, a broken down lifeboat, no oars and a big hole in the side but it would do. Hoisting it on his shoulders he quickly carried it home and stowed it behind this shack.

Back inside he threw the food on the table and unlocked the door to his bedroom. He could see she'd been struggling as her wrists were red from rope burns and she was in an even more undressed state than before. He looked down on her and admired her form before tickling her feet.

"Up wiv ya wench, A've got ya sum grub. Cum an eat"

Untying her he returned to what he laughingly called his lounge and made sure that the outside door was locked. He watched as she came sheepishly into the room, her mouth downcast and her face tearstrewn.

"No need for all this nonsense wiv me, ya don't need t'cry. I won't 'arm ya as long as ya good, I mite want some lovin' but that's only fair, how else ya gonna pay for me help. Can't get nuffin for free on this island ya know. Now eat ya food and we'll talk 'bout how you can repay me fur it after."

 

[Destiny]

The long hot day....

After he left I was relieved he had left me and not touched me. The smell in the shack grew to a more disgusting rotten fruit smell. As theday got older the shack got hotter. I could feel the sweat gathering between my breasts and the air was heavy. God was I in hell after all.

I must have past out from the smell and the heat after struggling to no avail. My arms ached my head hurt and that was how I fell asleep my night gown that had been beautiful and long was now not much more then a silk wrap barely coming to above my knees and the rip at the hip exposed me more then I liked.

I could hear screaming, that must be Blackie's mistress. I could hear men haggling over her as she continued to scream and yell for them to release her. I could only pray that I wouldn't find myself in the same place as that girl. But my Parents were rich I could plead that he ransom me to them so I could go home.

A thump outside made me yelp a bit and then nothing else was heard until the scraping of the lock sounded the entrance of my captor he was holding food and he looked even more filthy now in the waning light. I closed my eyes pretty to sleep hoping he would merely walk away and then he tickled me? Did he just tickle me?

"Up wiv ya wench, A've got ya sum grub. Cum an eat"

When he released me I was instantly off tghe bed and swayed a bit at having been lying there all day had made me woozy. I reached for my head as I sat back down almost instantly on the bed and barely heard him say anything else before he left. I managed to climb to my feet and walk out of the 'bedroom' into the main room of the 'house'.


"No need for all this nonsense wiv me, ya don't need t'cry. I won't 'arm ya as long as ya good, I mite want some lovin' but that's only fair, how else ya gonna pay for me help. Can't get nuffin for free on this island ya know. Now eat ya food and we'll talk 'bout how you can repay me fur it after."

I was stunned he wanted me to love him? I didn't even know him how can you love someone you dont know? "I am sure you already have someone you love Mr.? Um what is your name?" When she spoke it was that cultured tone of a young well bred woman of the higher class of England and she even lifted her head up angling her chin in such a way to make her seem haunty. Standing there in the makeshift shack in a barely there gown looking at you as if you were a mere bug. "Besides I already love someone else. " Her remark finally shows you how niave she is...she thinks you mean the feeling of love and not the act of love.

 

[MBS1969]

Johnny

She seemed to have regained a little of her composure and a small amount of indignation at her position. She spoke in a posh lah dee dah voice, almost speaking down to him, saying that she would not love him. The silly girl though he wanted her love, who did she think she was, as if he'd waste his time on love with anyone, let alone her.

"Now listen 'ere girlie. I don't wan ya to love me, but you 'ave nuthin, not a thing. Wot you gonna pay me wiv, your pretty frock, you're charming personality. Don't be stupid wench, the only thing you've got that I want is that."

He pointed at her as she looked at him completely oblivious to what her was talking about. He pointed at her body, then more specifically her face, breasts and lower. She blinked back at him, not understanding his meaning at all.

"God's sake wench, what do ya 'ave, wot's ure only possesion."

She began to stammer again and pointed at the meagre shreds of clothing around her slender body. Johnny wondered what kind of goof it was that she loved, must be a poor sap to give his love to this stupid girl.

"Naw, not that, I said I didn't want yar frock."

She obviously though he was going mad as she pointed out she had nothing else, and if he took her clothes she would have nothing even pointing out she would be naked.

"Now ure catchin' on, yer that's it, you gonna 'ave to be me with ya body. I think a meal is worth at least a blow job and a nite;s lodgings as gotta be worth a fuck. An mark my words wench, when I get ya off this island you're gonna be in my debt fur a long time so ya mite as well start paying me tonite."

At last her situation was dawning on her and she turned deathly white. She spluttered a few feeble words before fainting right there at the table. Johnny tutted and picked her up and carried her back to his bed, she wasn't getting out of it that easy. Hell he was been real nice to her, he'd fuck her in her sleep if she wasn't careful!!

 

[Destiny]

Idignation reigns supreme...

as she awakes on the bed again and him standing there like the cock of the henhouse. Scrambling off the bed as if burned she became the indignant virgin again.....

"How dare you think I would do anything so vulgar as have sex with you!" Her voice was definitely not low as she shrieked her anger at him. "I will have you know that I am engaged to his lordship Duke Ciel his lordship Alvarez vonStiegel and as his fiancee I am entitled to respect and I demand you take me to your Lord now!"

So much for being quiet now.... She had been off kilter when you found her and slightly dazed. But now she was showing the true firebrand she could be. Her blue eyes flashed fire and she glared at you as she placed her hands on her hips and stood there as filthy as any kitchen maid but with the manner of any Lady of the realm.

She started across the floor heading for the door to the 'room' Only to feel her body snagged back and his hand covering her mouth as he growled out,"Now ye's dun it you fuckin' slut ...you better hope no one was heading this way from the tavern or your ass will not be merely servicing me but any other man on this island." His grip in her long hair brought tears to her eyes and his hand around her waist just below her breast burned throught the silk of the gown and into her flesh.

 

[Remec]

Passing ears

Life around the island wasn't really any worse than it might have been at any other port. But the drudge of the same ole thing was, perhaps, higher since it *was* an island, and there was no news or incoming bit of excitement or entertainment save what the ships and their crews brought in with them.

This is why urchins like Tommy seemed to always be underfoot, or not to be found at all. Tommy looked at it this way. If he hung about, he'd always be in the know...who was doing what with or to whom...what ships were in or expected or thought to be lost to other pirates, misadventure, or the authorities...and when to make himself scarce when a crew needed filling out. He'd often wondered about what life away from the island would be like, but had no real drive to be a pirate himself...at least, not starting out at cabin boy.

He was in his early 20s already, but was short and lanky and smooth cheeked and was already the sort to catch an eye here or there. Unfortunately, he caught the eyes of both those who were wenches and those who weren't, and he had no interest in that. He had a great interest in the women, though, and spent a fair amount of time learning what he could about what they liked and how they wanted to best be treated.

And one thing he'd learned. Despite what many a shipmate might tell you, being carted about and manhandled wasn't always the first thing on a wench's list of preferred treatments. So, when he'd spied one being done so the night before, he'd figured on slipping over and seeing what he could do to further his education. But he lost sight of which way they'd gone in the dark, and never made out whom he'd seen.

But his ma had always said,"Another sun is another day." And what did he hear this morning but a strident female voice, calling out in a not-particularly-wenchlike way.

"Oh ho!", Tommy smirked. "Sounds like ole Johnny has a new playmate. Wonder if'n dat's who ah saw last night?" The lad slipped closer to Johnny's dwelling and sat below the window, seeing what else he might hear.

 

[MBS1969]

Johnny

Johnny watched increduously as she tore strips off him, totally refuting any ideas that she might have sex with him. Inwardly he smirked as she demanded he take her to his Lord, she was full of spirit, he had to admit. He thought that this was just fine, but he would bed her and all the more fun if he had to do it against her will. His face did not show his amusement, his face turned as black as thunder and his lips turned into a snarl.

"Now ye's dun it you fuckin' slut ...you better hope no one was heading this way from the tavern or your ass will not be merely servicing me but any other man on this island."

He grabbed hold of her as she passed him towards the door, his arms went around her neck and over her mouth while he caught her long hair with his other hand. Tugging her back to the bed by her hair he could sense the shock running through her body. She seemed to think she was someone special, not on this island though, she was even lower than Johnny's lowly status.

She looked up at him defiantly and he cuffed her across the cheek and pushed her down onto the bed, her garments ripping away from her in his hands. She squealed as she fell back onto the mattress with a hand across her face and the other hand reaching out to break her fall. She lay before him on the bed, naked apart from the look of pure shock on her face. He guessed that no-one had ever raised a hand to her in her life and from what he had seen that was a shame.

"You stupid naive little bitch, do you really think my boss will save you, that he'll spare you? Blackie likes three things, money, women and power, but unfortunately for you not in that order. If he sets eyes on you he'll not be able to help himself, you'll be his for the taking. If you'd seen his girlfriend in the square this afternoon you'd understand but I guess I'll have to explain."

She lay in front of him, sobbing, so upset that she had forgotten to even try to protect her modesty. Her breasts quivered every time she let out a sob and her neat little triangle of pubic hair fascinated Johnny. He'd never seen a pussy so neatly trimmed, the wenches of the island had large dense bushes.

"If Blackie so much as see's ya, you will be his girl. E'll whip you, slap you and fuck you. E'll break you down and if ya try to stop 'im he'll let ya see who's boss of this island. E'll tie ya to a bench in the middle of the square and let every pirate on the island have a go at shagging ya. Then he'll come down and turn you over so that we can all bugger ya too! He'll let the other wenches eat from ya pussy and when everyone's done with ya he'll ask for 'is ransom. Ya parents won't recognise ya and ya lord lah de dah duke ponce man won't want a woman who 'as been so used!"

She watched him with scared eyes, wide and fearful, listening to every word he said and believing him now. Johnny knew she was in a quandry and almost felt sorry for her, but there was no way he would show the pity in his eyes. He had to be firm because her wanted her to help him set up his new life.

"Now listen and listen good, A've got a boat but I need to fix it up. Ya here for two, maybe three days tops, ya be good to me and I'll get ya outa here. If ya try an' call for help again I'll fuck ya sore and then tek ya to Blackie. We can 'elp each other, all ya need to do is look after me needs, then a'll tek ya home, ya get me a reward an I'll tell 'em ya aven't been touched. Ave we got a deal or do I 'ave to be more firm wiv ya?"

 

[Destiny]

Dirty Angel....

Eyes like liquid pools of blue stared up at Johnny, her sobbing was deep and heartfelt. Her breasts rose and fell as she couldn't quite contain her fear of this man over her. Her whole body shook in terror.

"Please cna't you jsut get me off the island without loving me? " SHe pleaded now even as she laid out on the bed the gown in shreds about her body now. Her long hair fanned out along the bed her face tears stained and streaked with dirt. Where the gown had protected her, her skin was pale white and smooth as silk. Her arms and upper chest where slightly pink from the day in the sun. As she pleaded with him she pressed against his chest trying to lift him off her as she continued to talk. "Please I won't make a sound, I can sew and clean. Please..." Her voice was so soft and gentle. Her sobs makingher voice husky. She sniffled and took one hand from your chest as she wiped at her eyes still unaware of everything you were seeing.

 

[Destiny]

Dirty Angel....

grrrr

 

[Destiny]

oops posted twice

grrrrrrrrrr

 

[MBS1969]

Johhny

Johnny enjoyed the view from where he crouched above her, her previously covered skin white in comparision to the sun baked rest of her. Her nipples standing up erect, through fear more than arousal he supposed. She was pleading with him desperately but he was not about to let her off the hook.

"Look around you girlie, wot wud I need with a seamstress or cleaner? Naw wench, there's only one thing I want from ya, there's only one thing ya can pay me wiv for my help. Don't worry, ar ya a virgin or summat, ya must no it's a pleasurable thing I ask ya for."

He looked at her blank expression and realised almost immediately, she was a virgin. Johnny took in a deep breath, he couldn't believe his look, a virgin!. He was even more thrilled with his new possesion now and eyed her even more keenly.

"Listen 'ere, I'll educate ya, mek ya a woman so that ya can satisfy yer man. When ya get to ya wedding nite he'll think his dreams cum true thanks to me. He'll think he's got a virgin slut, ya will be able to satisfy im like he's ne'er been dun before. He'll be so 'appy wiv ya."

Her arms pressed against his chest although he could tell they were weakening as he pressed his chest down to her. He finally lost patience and swept his arm between them to remove the one obsticle there. Her arm swept aside, his chest now lowered and rested on hers, their nipples touching. She began to sob again and Johnny stroke her hair.

"Every woman shud 'ave at least one man before her wedding nite, 'ow will ya now wot ya missed if ya don't. Ya spend the next few days pleasuring me and I'll set ya free wiv the perfect excuse for why ya maidenheads broke. Jus think, ya'll be free fore the weeks out instead of been buggered on the village bench."

 

[Destiny]

Anne

My arms grew weaker as he pressed in closer. Finally he gre tired of me trying to push him away and my arms were knocked to the side, I turned my face away from him, his breath was rancid with rum and I was near to gagging from the smell of him.

Breathing heavily I searched my mind frantically for some excuse some delay. "WAIT! Fine you can do as you wish, but before you do anything to me I want a bathe and you have to take one too." I turned my head back to look at him,"Please...jsut a bathe is all I want and I will let you do anything you want to me." She reached up and ran her fingers tantalizingly along his chest as she purred her requested. All sugar and honey melting along his body as she chewed her lower lip. Swallowing hard she lifted up a bit onto her elbows her body moving closer to his as she nuzzled his neck with her hair and she purred.

A soft kitten, no claws to speak of as she waited breathless ly for him to relent. "I promise I will be a good girl and do anything you want me too..." Her voice continued to purr and she could feel him relenting... "I have been so hot all day and I want to smell good for you when you take me as your lover....You must have a lake or pool around and you can take me there after everyone has fallen asleep...pleaaaase."

She could feel him relenting a bit. His body eased into her now naked one as she pleaded with him and then she lifted her head up and looked into his eyes her dark blue ones begging him. Then she kissed him softly along the lips trying to ease him into believing she meant everything she said.

 

[MBS1969]

Johnny

He could feel her hard nipples rubbing against the material of his shirt and was beginning to remove the garment when she whimpered for him to wait. Eyeing her suspiciously he listened to her pleading voice, soft and needy in the darkness of the room. She began to nuzzle his neck and toy with the hairs on his chest as she bargained for all she was worth.

She promised her obedience and that she would do all her asked and Johnny almost trusted her. He lifted his body a little and thought to himself, it was true she did smell a little, he couldn't understand why he would need a bath though. She began to kiss him softly along his lips though and he decided to risk it.

"OK, after dark, we'll go up ta tha lagoon, ya'll stay quiet all the way up there and if ya don't go help me I'll whip ya meself. Then when we get back, ya gotta hold gud on ya promise, we'll 'ave fun tonite."

He grinned down at her through the darkness, a sliver of light crossing her body from the sunlight coming through the slight parting in the curtains. Her chest was heaving as she lay back in satisfaction and he wondered if he was doing the right thing. He knew for sure that if she crossed him she would live to regret it. Locking her in the bedroom he went outside to work on the boat.

Night soon fell and he could hear the usual merriment in the village get going, drinking and singing until the early hours, but not for him tonight. He'd made good progress on the boat and thought it would be maybe the night after next before he made his bid for freedom. Once out on the ocean they would have maybe twelve hours before he was missed and hopefully they wouldn't come after him, he was after all quite worthless to Blackie.

Entering the shack again he headed straight for the bedroom, pausing only to grab some strong thin rope. He walked up to her and crouched close to her ear, whispering the rules and the penalties for disobediance.

"Now ya be quiet as a mouse, any noise and I'll yank this rope that I'm tying round ya neck. If ya start to mek a lotta noise I'll gag ya and I'd hate to tye it to stight and bruise ya pretty little face. It's 'bout a mile to the lagoon so ya'll be arite walkin, we wash, dry arselves then cum back 'ere an fuck."

Johnny bound her wrists together and then, wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her up and guided her to the door. He hated his cruel words, hated to tie her up, but he couldn't risk her blowing everything. He hoped she believed what he'd told her about jumping out of the frying pan into the fire, her life would surely be easier with him than with the pirate lord.

They walked the mile to the lagoon in silence, she stumbled slightly on occasion but Johnny tugged her back to her feet by the rope to her wrists. He held her closely to him, smelling her scent and think what a shame it was to wash it off. Still at least it wouldn't rub off on him when he had her later.

 

[Destiny]

Triumph....

He gave in as she kissed him and as soon as he capitulated she stopped the kiss abruptly and quickly smiled to cover her act,"For later yes....we will ahve each other later." She promised and moved a bit away from him.

When he left and locked the door she scrambled from the bed and looked through his clothing for something to wear. Finding a halfway clean shirt she quickly dressed in it and sat on the bed plotting. She could hear movement outside the hut and she peeked out the window, but it was too filthy to see anything plus in the darkness she couldn't see much. finding a thin piece of rawhide she made some semblance of her hair and she looked about the bedroom. The matress on the bed was stained and she didn't want to know with what.

She struggled with the heavy matress though and turned it over, Iwasn't much better on the otherside, but at least it ws older filth. She grabbed the sheets off the bed and stuffed them on the floor under onto the floor and tried to hold back te nausea the asailed her senses when she did so.

She rummaged around some more and found something that resembled sheets but was more the likely old sails. she spread them over the bed. IN the dark he wouldn't notice. Liek he would care.

When he finally returned she was sitting on the bed and whe he snatched her up and pulled her closer and began to tie her wrists together she didn't make a sound. She was going to take a bath at last. She closed her eyes as he spoke and threatened her. When they were on their way she made careful notations where they were going.

She stumbled along a few times. No shoes her feet were cut up along the way and she sniffled but ddint' make a sound. Once they had reached the lagoon, she gasped at the sight of the sparkling water under the moon's glow and she itched to feel the cool water against her flesh.

 

[Remec]

Tommy

Listening from outside the closed shutters wasn't as hard as one might have thought. The windows on most of the island's buildings were almost always left open on the off-chance of a breeze actually managing to wind its way through the town. And even when closed, most had cracks or breaks or outright missing panes of glass. Unfortunately, Johnny's home would happen to have shutters that met well, and made it hard to peep through to what was going on inside.

But he'd heard quite a bit. Interesting bits of information, to be sure. First, Johnny had a woman. Tommy didn't know for sure who she was or where she'd come from, or even how Johnny had managed to lay hold of her, but woman it was, sure enough. And from the creakings of the bed coming to his ear through the shutter, one in either dire need or with odd tastes in men.

The second...possibly more important news, though, was that Johnny had a boat. Even if Tommy didn't have dreams of leaving someday...which he did, even if he came back afterwards...the fact that the boat needed fixing up meant their might be some work in it for Tommy. His pockets could use that, no doubts there. Now it was just a matter of waiting and seeing when he'd be able to speak to Johnny.

He ducked back inside the old apple barrel he was hiding in when he heard the older man coming out the door. He could hear a lot of activity inside, and started to pry the shutters open just a tad to see what was going on...and maybe a better view of the woman, who's seemed nice enough in the dark, but would probably be even nicer in the light of day. Tommy smiled. Especially if that ripping noise had been her clothing.
Noise! Tommy swore silently as the sound inside fell away and the floorboards creaked as if someone was approaching the window. Dropping lightly back into the barrel again, he closed his eyes and hoped the woman wasn't senseless enough to try to come outside. When she didn't, he breathed a little easier and then settled back against the curved wall of the barrel and went to sleep until Johnny should return.

 

[MBS1969]

Johhny

Once they reached the lagoon Johnny untied her hands and neck and let her bathe in the cool dark water. He watched from he side for a while as she splashed about gratefully. Finally he took a deep breath and plunged into the water himself.

Johnny did not like the water, at least not for washing purposes but he made a great deal of effort to clean himself as she had requested. After a little while Johnny looked around for the woman but she was nowhere in sight.

Cursing Johnny looked up and down the expanse of water but she was nowhere to be seen. Johnny sighed to himself in frustration, either she had escaped or got cramp and drowned. He hauled himself from the water and trudged dejectedly back to his shack. No doubt if she had escaped someone else would find her.

Johnny resolved to carry on with his escape from the island and would go ahead without her. He would leave her to the savages and escape alone.

 

[Destiny]

The midnight swim.....

I couldn't wait to dive into the cool dark water. Moving into the shallow area of the lagoon I tested the cool water with my feet and then moved deeper til I could get all of me wet. With no soap I did the best I could mearly rubbing my arms and my body and legs with my hands to get most of the sand and sweat from my body. I didn't care that anyone might be watching I wanted to feel clean again.

I finally heard him dive into the water and I looekd up and around. He didn't emerge immediately so I ducked back behind some rocks. I didn't make a sound as he emerged from the water with a gasps of pure dilike. I stifled a giggle that he had gone to so much trouble to make sure that I got a bath and here he had lost his prey. Well good riddance to him then. Tell me he was going to make love t me. Who did he think he was? I heard him looking around the shore and I ducked under the water when he came near and waited for him to pass, finally he did and I had to breath into my hand so he couldn't find me. Finally he left and I was left alone in my lagoon pardise. But now what was I supposed to do?