Someone to watch over her

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ The gentle roll of the ship did nothing to comfort the girl as she laid, splayed out, on display, on hard wooden floor of the vessel. Thank the gods that someone had thought to put a blanket under her bared ass and back, at least. her wrists were tightly chained together and over her head, the hook in the floor not budging despite her struggles to pull it free of the wood's grip. Her legs were chained at the ankles, but they were far from chained together. Her legs were obscenely spread wide, the chains attached to the floor hooks keeping them that way. Oh, and she was naked as the day she was born..........

Born Samantha Raven Cushing... at 6:07am on the morn of August 1st. The babe came into the world screaming at the very top of her lungs. Her gold eyes wide open and staring, a mass of delicate flaming red curls topping her head. Samantha Raven Cushing was the only daughter of the richest man in the land. How rich? Well Winston Earl Cushing owned the local diamond mine. Need one say more? His wife Vivian Gayle Cushing was the daughter of the local Banker. The family was very well off, to say that was a clear understatement. Sammi, which was what Samantha was called, was a well guarded child to say the very least. She being a target for any criminal who had it in their puny little heads to kidnap the child and demand a king's ransom.

It had happened once. She was all of 7 years old. The thief turned kidnapper had snatched the girl out of the carriage as it returned from a birthday party for her cousin. He thought it would be easy. Grab the girl, take her hostage, demand the payment, set her free. How hard could that be.

He had lost his life because of that simple attitude. The Cushing family was no fool. Body guards were employed, yes. But body guards were just that, guards. What Winston Earl Cushing wanted to protect his precious daughter was more than just a guard. He wanted a killer. A cold blooded, killer. One that would just as soon slit a man's throat than shake his hand. That was what Winston wanted for Samantha, that was what He hired.

And He did not even know the man's name. He was paid in cash, once every month. Winston did not know where he lived, what he looked like. Nothing. He wore a bandana covering his face for any needed meetings. All that Winston saw was his eyes. Those dark eyes.

Sammi only saw the Killer as a imaginary friend. Sometimes, when she was playing alone in the yard, the "Bandana Man" as she called him, would come and talk to her. Often telling her the most fantastic of stories. Sammi loved that.

That day, when she was 7, snatched from the carriage, her screams ripping into the evening sky, Bandana Man, the Killer, was there. The thief turned kidnapper got into the surrounding woods with the girl, intending on meeting up with a sidekick that he had talked into helping him. The sidekick was already dead. A moment later, so was he. Sammi hugging her friend the Bandana Man, as he walked her home, the carriage having torn off once the girl was grabbed, oh yes, the driver was in on it, as well. When they arrived home, amidst the hugs and grateful thank yous, the Killer disappeared, but only for a moment.

"You'll need a new carriage driver" Winston was told....

It was now 12 years later, Sammi was a gorgeous 19 years old. With a mane of flaming red hair and golden hued eyes that could set afire most any man. And most men wanted Sammi, but she was shy and coy, being raised a pretty proper lady...

Sammi was simply beautiful, and gone. She had again been kidnapped. This time it was much different from the last. She had been taken, again from the carriage, returning from a dinner date. The *date* was in on it. She never had a chance. And it all happened so fast, and was so unexpected, the young man himself had checked out to be from a very upstanding, very well off family. Andrew seemed almost the perfect match for Sammi, yet he had a wild streak that none knew about, a streak he kept well hidden at his private college with his school buddies. One of those buddies was the son of the man that now had Sammi chained to the floor of his ship. Was he a pirate, no, not that exotic. Just another lowlife, looking for more money the easy way.. or what he perceived to be the easy way.

And this time, Bandana Man was not there. Why? you may ask? Because Sammi had told him to NOT follow her on dates. She had gotten tired of being watched, followed, sheltered, cloistered. And because Winston trusted Andrew, he backed Sammi up, even tho Bandana Man did not trust the bratty boy himself. He was paid to listen. And altho it went against his better judgement, his instincts, and his feelings for the girl. He did as she wished.

And it cost her, her father, and HIM.

Now she lay chained, naked, and at the mercy of a ship of men, 12 in all, who were looking forward to a little fun with the gorgeous red headed beauty that had been dragged, hooded at the time, on board. When they got a gander at her, they were practically chomping at the bit. And Andrew and his buddy, had first dibs after the Captain. But the Captain, even tho he could barely contain his raging hard on, had dictated that they wait til they were well out to sea, on their way home to the port North of the city. Once there, they could and would negotiate the ransom, while keeping her chained up and *willing* in the dungeon.

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Needless to say, I am looking for Bandana Man, the Killer, hired to protect her, but also has feelings for her he does not wish to admit, as does she for him, even tho she has never seen his face.

Descriptive, imaginative, with ideas to throw into the mix. I have NO clue where to go with this. Feel free to play other non-important characters as needed, I can do that as well... I want someone who posts long and detailed, who can paint a picture, tell a story with words. Dominant is fine, for that is what I enjoy the most (as if you could not tell that from my other threads.. hahaha)

PM me first with thoughts and ideas and we can discuss this before continueing...

Oh.. and Sammi is virgin and I'd like her to stay that way until her protector.. bandana man.. takes it from her.. So to start the story, he can already be on the ship, perhaps undercover as opposed to hiding.. something like that..

He can be named whatever you wish, looks as you desire.. age all that (but remember, he protected her as a child as well.. so he is somewhat older.. LOL)


Again PM me with your thoughts and ideas... I post alot during the weekdays.. EST... would love someone who posts during the day as well.. during *my* day that is..
THANKS

 

[leopardlover]

He lies in his small apartment, thinking of the girl he has watched for many years now, since she was about six, his predesssor having finally settling down, knowing his protege would watch over her, only one of the reasons being that it would be his job too. His slate grey eyes focus on something, but it is inward, no inpt yet as he waits for a call from his contact. He did as he was asked. He did not follow her. But he was not told that he couldnt have eyes and ears there.
He is thinking back twelve years ago to the single time she was kidnapped, and how he felt when he saw her snatched up. He almost lost it, his young body going into overdrive as he approached, thinking the little girl, HIS little girl, was maybe never going to listen to his stories again. That she would never laugh and smile just for him. He did not though, killing quickly and efficiently. He made sure she did not see or hear, not wanting to scare her. After they were taken care of he moves Samantha back to her house, entrusting her to her Father's care before taking out the chauffeur and dumping the bodies where theyll never be found.
His mind wandders, thinking about the years that have gone by and Sam, his precious Sam, who has grown beautiful over the years. She is the one thing he cherishes though he hardly shows it. He just gave her stories, moments she could always remember if she chose to. And candies once in a while but those didnt count.
His startled from his musings as he gets that which he feared, the signal saying that the bastard had done as he thought the kid would. The man, standing in at 6'3" with a nicely muscled body bounds out of bed fully dressed and ready to protect his Samantha. He curses that he is not there already but consoles himself with the knowledge that the brat will pay if a single hair is harmed on her head.
He moves swiftly, catching up to the carriage that carries his precious charge as he uses every shortcut he knows. He thanks his luck though. He overhears two of the men saying someone else is coming, that they had yet to get back, though the rest of their twelve were on board. Apparently the girl wasnt expected quite so soon. Chris grins, knowing this is his opportunity but will have to be careful, knowing he can not take 12 men at once.
He waits til the last man approaches. Luck is with him, theyre the same build and both have light, sandy hair. Hew jumps him from the dark, snapping his neck before the waiting two know either is there. He steps from the dark, now wearing the man's hat and shirt*

"The boss ere yet?"

He knows the answer but asks anyways, as the man who's position he has usurped would not. He follows them, quickly ascertaining that they have his Samantha, that shes okay and that they have....plans...for her. He resists the urge to kill them then and keeps moving, barely controlling his rage as they strip then tie her to the ground. He makes her comfortable as he can though, putting a blanket beneath her. He cant help noticing her body, though he tries. Marvels at how muchh of a woman she has become.

He whispers as he moves to do as instructed by the guy in charge

"Itll be alright Sam..."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Itll be alright Sam..."

~ She blinks, hearing those words, and opens her closed eyes.. but the one who said it, was gone. Who was that lunatic, her frightened mind tried to grasp the voice, that whispered sound that had tickled her ear...

"Itll be alright Sam..."

But in her fear, she could not place the voice, the one voice she should know among all others. She wanted to call out to Him, but the gag that had been stuffed into her mouth prevented that.. whimpering she searches where her eyes could see, but sees no one at the moment, even tho she knows she is not alone, not by a long shot.

The movement of the ship told her she was being taken away from home... away from all she knew. But where? Why? Would she be ransomed? Sold as a slave to the highest bidder? She knew that kind of thing went on. She had seen it with her own eyes, altho always from a safe distance.

Her terrified thoughts went back to the words whispered in her ear...

"Itll be alright Sam..."

Could it be... Him? She knew Him only by Chris.. she often called Him her shadow.. and to Him she owed her life, on more occassions than she was aware of, she was sure. Was it Him? She struggled to think.. It had to be.. It just had to be.. but... how???

Did not matter how, what mattered was that she was not alone, naked, and chained... He was there.. she was sure of it.. at least reasonably.. In her fear the voice sounded unfamiliar.. but who else could it be...

"please let it be you" she whimpers under her breath... ~

 

[leopardlover]

*prowls restlessly that night, having given the excuse that he prefers the night air to sleep in. Its a balmy night and so accepted. He paces just out of sight, waiting, watching, making sure his Sam isnt even -touched- by one of the other eleven. He may not be able to take them all out at once but he can definately slice one to ribbons with the rapiers at his sides, the well honed edges gleaming.*

Are you all right? Youre being kidnapped for a ransom. You wont be harmed. That I swear. Not if I can help it anyways

*he asks as he kneels at Samantha's side, concern in his eyes, though his ears are alert for signs of any passing by. He figures you wont know who he is, having never seen him without his face covered. His bandana is tied around his forehead, his clothing much different now than usual, and voice a bit different without the muffling**

 

[leopardlover]

*prowls restlessly that night, having given the excuse that he prefers the night air to sleep in. Its a balmy night and so accepted. He paces just out of sight, waiting, watching, making sure his Sam isnt even -touched- by one of the other eleven. He may not be able to take them all out at once but he can definately slice one to ribbons with the rapiers at his sides, the well honed edges gleaming.*

Are you all right? Youre being kidnapped for a ransom. You wont be harmed. That I swear. Not if I can help it anyways

*he asks as he kneels at Samantha's side, concern in his eyes, though his ears are alert for signs of any passing by. He figures you wont know who he is, having never seen him without his face covered. His bandana is tied around his forehead, his clothing much different now than usual, and voice a bit different without the muffling it usually gives*

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Are you all right? Youre being kidnapped for a ransom. You wont be harmed. That I swear. Not if I can help it anyways"

~ Samantha turned her eyes to the stranger.. hissing at Him, having come to the conclusion that whoever He was.. He was not to be trusted... even tho she desperately wanted to believe that He indeed was her.. Guardian Angel..

She tried to scream aroung the gag in her mouth, the sound coming out sounding so much like an erotic moan.

Was she alright?? She thought.. oh sure.. she was just fucking peachy... with a low growl.. she struggles against the restraints.. tears suddenly welling up in her eyes, gliding so slowly down her cheeks.. Her naked body arching as she desperately tries anything, to no avail... her skin glistening with expended frustration, the moonlight reflecting off the dampness.

The only saving grace was that the Captain had ordered her NOT to be touched yet. Her rape would be the entertainment of the crew, and for that he wanted to make sure he was out of dangerous waters. Many had thought to defy that order, but none had dared, yet.
But all knew she was gagged, all knew that if one did take her, no one would know, no one would hear. And she would not be able to identify, a blindfold would see to that. Oh yes, there had been talk, alot of talk, that even her own Guardian had heard... ~

 

[leopardlover]

*shudders visibly at what sounds to be a moan, the soft moonlight carressing the hills and valleys of her body that gleam with her perspiration, right down to the trimmed patch of curly pubes he can barely see. He shakes his head, violently, trying to dispell the images now playing through his mind that tent his pants. his words are barely audible as he speaks, fiercely*

"Cant be thinking about that. not here. not now. Not her. She'd never trust me again. -Damn-! Whys she gotta be so beautiful."


*finally puts an end t her struggles, forcing her to lie still with one hand on her upper thighs, the other just below her breasts. He looks at her face and her face only as he tries to concentrate. he speaks, wanting to be heard now*

"Calm down. Im not going to do anything to you. In fact, I am hear to guard you against others who want to try something."

*he doesnt mention that the Captain told him he could have a little bit of fun if he wanted too. He tries to banish all thoughts like it from his head. Has had similar thoughts over the past years as he watched her grow, watched her go on dates. He has envied her boyfriends their time with her, wondering for far they'd get*

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ His touch stills her, stills her struggling, but not the tremble of her body, nor the wild beating of her heart. Her skin was warm, supple, soft, unmarred, each breath she took around the gag lifted the swells of her breasts upwards and then slowly lowering, tipped with dark and swollen nipples.

"Calm down. Im not going to do anything to you. In fact, I am hear to guard you against others who want to try something."

Guard her, He was there to... protect her?? Her confused mind tried to understand that.. He was a brute, like the rest of them... wasn't He?? She searched His eyes, His face.. She had no one to trust, should she... could she.. trust Him??? Her head nodded slowly, as she took another deep breath, her body quivers under His hand, she squirming a bit involuntarily... ~

 

[leopardlover]

Good girl. Thats my Sam.

*curses silently at the slip as to his knowledge hes the only one who could ever get away with calling her Sam, everyone else got cold shouldered and slapped. Said it in the way he always as when hes trying to help and she listens*


I'm going to remove the gag now. You need to be quiet though, okay? I dont *puts emphasis on that word* need any of the others coming out cause you scream. It'll make it worse on both of us.

*waits for her nod then removes the gag. quickly, moving both hands to do the job. He doesnt want to move his hands from your body but needs to. He twitches at your squirming, the movements catching his attention fully. He is riveted, and it shows in his posture, in the tenseness of his body, the intensity of his staring at your soft skin, the nipples of your breasts that are stiff from a gentle breeze that has struck up. The gag is now untied but still near your face, caught halfway between you in him by his sudden paralysis*

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Good girl. Thats my Sam

~ She went completely still when He said that, her only movement was her breathing and the beat of her heart...

*my Sam*

I'm going to remove the gag now. You need to be quiet though, okay? I dont *puts emphasis on that word* need any of the others coming out cause you scream. It'll make it worse on both of us.

She nodded slowly, wanting the gag out of her mouth.. As it slips free, she takes a deep needed breath, her tongue slipping out to moisten her dry lips, a sheen coating them.. her eyes fix on the face of the Man leaning over her...

"who... who are You" she asks, the last of her words melting into another moaning sound as she arches and stretches just a little, wishing He would free her but knowing He would not. He was taking a chance as it was.. she was not about to scream, that would only bring more of them.. "I.. I won't scream.. I promise"

 

[leopardlover]

Uhm....A sailor who for whatever reason likes you and would rather see you home safe, sound, and untouched? IOd only known of the kidnapping...not the rest, til tonight. And while youre beautiful...Rape is not my thing at all.

*throws a blanket over your naked body as he quirks an eye. He doesnt want to do something he'll regret. *

There, thats bettter.

*lets out a sigh, partially of relief, but partly because he enjoyed the sight a lot too.*

Now let's see if I cant work out some of the cramps im sure you are having. And remember. No screaming. I'm only trying to help. So if something goes wrong, tell me.

*starts working your muscles as best he can with having very little play in your bindings, massaging and squeezing first your arms, trying to bring blood and life back to them with quick, careful hands, left tattooed with the crude viper face. Would worry about you recognizing it but it is darkand you havent seen it many times. He continues moving downhards along your body, working on your sides and stomache then your hips and the rest of yours legs. Only touches between them once he is down near your knees, staying away from temptation as he did with your chest*

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ the blanket was rough and worn, but felt soooo very good to her... the warmth, and the protection from prying eyes... that blanket.. and He giving it to her.. meant so much...

"thank You" she whispers, still looking at Him, but not able to see much, the light was dim to say the least, and in her fear, she could not seem to focus...

Now let's see if I cant work out some of the cramps im sure you are having. And remember. No screaming. I'm only trying to help. So if something goes wrong, tell me.

"ok" she again whispers, as His hands find the cramped muscles that seemed to be scattered all over her naked form. Kneading, caressing, Sammi found herself relaxing under His touch, sighing softly, gasping in her breath when a particularly sensative spot was found and massaged... She could not help but squirm and twist a bit on the floor under Him as He continues.. "feels good" she admits, letting her eyes roam over His form.

"Thank the gods You're not like the others" she tells Him.. "what.. what is going to happen to me? Are they... Are they going to rape me.. Please.. no.. don't let that happen to me.. please" Tears form in her eyes, trailing a wet path down both cheeks, the dim flicker of the candle light reflecting off her damp skin.. ~

 

[leopardlover]

*stops a moment, twitching slightly*

I know that they plan to. I aim to stop it. But I may not be able to. And I'm gonna to be straight with you like that as I always have been. I do not exactly have all that much sway here. Were we home itd be different But we're on the high seas about now and I can't manage this ship alone. We need them to get us somewhere...

*lets go when you starting squirming and gasping, it sounding way too erotic for his comfort. Doesnt know what else to do or ay except one thing* You thirsty?