Stolen at Sea.

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes De Leon:

The sea was rough and choppy, but Cervie's seasoned crew kept his ship, a frigate that he had christened The Corona Negra long ago, knifing through it at a steady, deliborate pace. He was after yet another prize, a crimson haired, earthy jewel. He'd seen her land side, three weeks ago, in a seedy tavern, and had taken up tracking her down as his newest quest.

Just ahead, the outline of the ship formed before him and his crew. His eyes narrowed, his lips curled into a self satisfied grin. "All forward boys, we take that ship swift and bloody, loot what you will, rape who you will, save the red jewel, if any other hand but mine is so much as laid upon her, I'll see it severed and tossed to the sharks along with adding you yet another eunuch to my harem.

The crew took the command as law, and Cervie knew they would not disobey. An hour passed when they finally came within cannon's range. However the cowards white flag had already been raised. Cervantes felt a keen sence of disapointment at that. It did not matter though, he had not earned the title 'scourge of the sea' by taking hostages. They were doomed, the lot of them and they did not even know it, the fools.

His crew carried out his orders just as he had stipulated, and by the time he boarded the ship, the deck was crimson, soaked with blood. Looking about, Cervantes let it pass through him, it no longer affected him... "And where is she?" He asked, turning to one of his men. The man pointed, and Ceventes turned to gaze upon his prize...

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

She stood on the deck, the salt air blowing her waist length red hair around her face. She was tired of this ship. She wanted to be able to walk again without feeling the deck rolling beneath her feet. She didn't mind the tang of the ocean air, but her belly always lurched a bit when the waves became a little stronger than she liked.

Suddenly, she heard a shout. A ship was spotted in the distance. Probably another merchant ship, much like the rest that had been seen. She disregarded it and turned her eyes back to the horizon, seeking any signs of land.

She soon lost herself in thought. She was startled then with a loud boom. A cannon shot! Her heart stopped beating and her breath caught in her throat. It couldn't be! She shivered, despite her warm cloak that shielded her against the sea air. Pirates. Oh God, she thought, protect me from this savagery.

She turned and raced for the steps that led below deck. Her only chance was to make it back to her cabin and try to hide or to protect herself with the dagger and pistol she had stashed in her trunk. She didn't make it that far though.

She reached the steps to head below deck and a strong hand snaked out of nowhere and grabbed a handful of her hair. She screamed, but only once. She knew it would be a waste of time. They had her and there was nothing stopping them from doing as they saw fit. She'd make damn sure that they lost some blood in the process.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Cervie strode over to her, his jewel, and knelt down, to look into her eyes, finding that she stared back at him with fiery defiance. He reached out to touch her cheek. She tenced, the musculature of her jaw tightening as she continued to glare at him. He ran the roughness of his sea weathered hand down her cheek, the back of his hand along her neck and down toward her full, ample breast.

The man that had yanked her by her hair was still near by and saw that she was lifting her hand to slap Cervantes, so he took the initiative and pulled her head roughly back by her hair. "Bastard!" She spat through clenched teeth. She saw Cervantes reguard her with a vaguely humored look. "Lets leave my father out of this, my dear..." He said as he reached out to gingerly pat her breast, it was not a sexual gesture, it was more to say, 'you're mine, and I can do with you what I will.'

He then shifted his eyes upward as he rose to his feet fixing his attention upon this crewman who had just disobeyed his orders. He did not even speak a word, and the crew man let lose her hair and shrunk away, retreating to the other crew members, but there was a subtle shift, they all stepped away from him, he was a marked man now...

Cervantes knelt down again. "You will now acompany me aboard my ship miss..." He paused and looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to give him her name.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

Elianna Sat, huddled. The dangerous looking fellow strode purpousfully towards her and she shivered as she felt his eyes raking her lush form. Her dark brown eyes klocked with his and she quickly masked the fear that she knew was behind them. His hand reached out and stroked her cheek. She fought back the urge to pull away and merely tensed as his calloused and rough hand stroked her creamy skin.

His hand continued it's path from her cheek towards her full breast. She raised her hand to strike him. Her head was yanked back visciously and she gasped, hissing thruough her clenched teeth. "Bastard!" Elianna's brain was clouded with pain and fear. She heard the man speak, not registerring his words. His actions and demeanor though spoke humor. She fought desperately to bring his words into focus and understand the things he was saying.

"Lets leave my father out of this, my dear." His weathered hand was on her breast again. Her pulse quickened and a flush brightened her cheeks. There was no mistaking this gesture. It was one of possesion, plain and simple. She was torn in her emotoins about that idea. She couldn't deny that he was by far the most verile and appeang man shed seen in a long time. Elianna knew that she was luckier than the other women on board. She could hear their screams and cries and acerted her eyes from the place where they'd been stripped and left to be raped as the crew saw fit. The pretty blond that Elianna had been making friends with was currently buried beneath the bulk of a large pirate and there was little doubt what was happening to her.

Ellianna brought her attention back to the man crouched before her. He stood slowly and she felt the hand that had been in her hair loosen abruptly. Her gaze ws drawn to the thick and muscled thighs that were directly in front of her. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt an unfamiliar tingle rush through her body. He crouched back down to s[eak to her again. ""You will now acompany me aboard my ship miss..." His pause left her no doubt that he wanted her name.

"Ellianna. My name is Elianna. And you can brun in hell if you think I'm going anywhere with the likes of you!" she spat. Her defiant eyes bored deep into his amused ones. He was the most infuriating man she'd ever met and she wanted to rake his eyes out, but her head was still aching from where her hair was yanked.

He stood then, and grasped her wrist, pulling her to her feet. She shivered at his rough handling of her. Her rage overcame her fear and she jarked her wrist free. "Leave me alone, you bastard! Don't touch me!" She braced herself for the rage she expected from him, hoping that he would kill her swiftly instead of passing her around to the crew...

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Elianna..." Cervantes said her name as though he were rolling a fine wine about his tongue. He looked at her braced and defiant form, not with the expected rage, but with a pleased and humored lustfulness, and for a moment Elianna got the impression that this man was not a man, but an animal wearing human skin.

"You don't have a choice, you will come aboard my ship, and you will come with me to my cabin..." He trailed off, but his eyes expressed what would come next far better than mere words could have ever expressed. He advanced upon her again, and instinctually, she backed away, toward the edge of the ship. Cervantes smirked wickedly, arching an eyebrow, accentuating the vague touch of spanish blood in his features.

"I would not step back again if I were you." He nearly growled in warning. The looks he gave her, the way he spoke to her, it was as though he were already having sex with her... And indeed, he was, on a psychological level that she was only begining to perceive. She suddenly realized that just as the crewman who had wrenched her head back by her hair was a marked man, she too was marked, only her mark ment she belonged to Cervantes, and Cervantes alone. There was no fear of being passed about the crew any longer.

Dispite that realization, or perhaps because of it, she stepped back once more, her heel catching sharply upon the decks side wall, she fell back against the four foot security walling, and before she had a chance to react, Cervantes had reached out, wrapped his arms about her waist, and was lifting her off her feet. For a moment she had the irational fear that she was going to be tossed into the sea. But then, he casted her up, over his shoulder, his large, powerful hand bracing her there by securely clasping her left ass-cheek. A wild, animalistic cheer rose from the crew as Cervantes began to walk through their midsts, back toward his ship.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

Elianna seethed with rage as she felt the hard shoulder of the wicked pirate bit into her soft belly and his hand on her backside. She sreamed with anger as the cheers errupted on the deck. A stream of profanity spouted forth from her mouth and her captor chuckled sa he strode acorss the deck with her slung uncerimoniously over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

She refused to kick and scream to get away. She had more dignity than to let anyone see her turn to that. Besides, she still wasn't sure how this man would react if she did. She didn't know if she's be tossed into the ocean to feed the sharks or if he'd change his mind and pass her around to his men. Neither of them seemed like a wise or pleasant choice. Elianna flushed bright red as the hand across her ass started moving in what could only be described as a caress. She was thankful that she was upside down now, because her face was shileded from everyone by her long hair.

Elianna squeezed her eyes shut and hoped it was all a bad dream. She concentrated on her breathing and hoped that she would soon wake in her own bed back in her father's house. Suddenly, she stopped moving. A door was being opened and she was carried inside and dumped rathre uncerimoniously on a bunk

No, not a bunk, she realized. What she saw as she looked around could only be described as elegant..She found herself resting in the middle of a polished and ornate four post bed. Oriental silk sheets were spread across and it was neatly made, except for the rumples that had arrived when she found herself dropped in the middle of it. She slowly began to realize what kind of man she was facing. She was entranced, but also more than a little frightened.

She scrambled off the bed and to her feet, gasping with terror and rage. "who the hell are you and why are you doing this to me?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Me? I am Cervantes De Leon, pirate captain of the Corona Negra. You cannot honestly say you have never heard of me? The Scourge of the Sea, they call me." He circled about her, only she would not leave her back open to him, she turned in place to keep her eyes upon him.

"It matters little if you havn't, it should be a fair enough indication what kind of man I am that the crew of your ship surrendered as they did. They feared me greatly, that is what matters." Cervantes paused for a moment to let his words sink in. "I've been watching you for some time, you know. The first time I saw you, it was in the Red Thatch Tavern, in Southport. But of course, you had no idea... You boarded ship and set sail, I followed, for three weeks... And now, here we are. In half an hour, the ship you were on will be sunk and we will set sail for a secret island, my island..." Cervantes stood before her again, having positioned her between himself and the bed. "You must know, you now belong to me." He breathed as he advanced toward her.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

Elianna gasped. "Cervantes ? Surely you can't be he. I've heard stories! He's vile and evil and..." Her words trailed off. She had been about to say "ugly" but suddenly realized what she'd be admitting to him and herself. She'd not give into that urge.

Cervantes laughes and stepped closer to her. Ellianna was growing a little dizzy from turning around in a circle. She wasn't about to leave herself exposed and open to him. She stepped back again and found herself standing with the bed firmly planted against the back of her legs.

"Why did you follow me? Surely there are any number of willing women you can have. Do you really need to take one against hre will? Just let me go. Return me to the other ship and set us free. I'll give you anything you want. Just let me be!"

Just then, the ship rolled on the waves and threw Elianna off balance. She fell bacwards onto the bed, screaming slightly as she fell. She looked up into Cervantes' eyes. She knew then that she stood no chance of escaping.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Willing women are boring, I can read the fire in your eyes, the heat and defiance of your body. You have a strong will, the sort of fire to match my own, I want it, I want to taste it. You feel it too, the excited flutter within your heart?" He bent down as she fell back upon the bed, planting his hands on either side of her hips. Taking a long draw of breath through his nose, he scented her, his head lowered to her stomach. "I can smell it, so sweet, a perfume pouring off your skin Elianna." He looked up, his shoulders flexting as he climbed upward, begining to cover her, shade her under his body.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

Her breath caught in her throat. She felt a rush of desire flow through her body. Cervantes, the most feared and vile man she had ever heard of and he was on top of her. And her cursed body was making her want him and she was not going to give into it.

"If you think I'm going to give in you are highly mistaken, sir!" With those words, she drew her knee up quickly, hoping like mad she could hit the desired target of his groin and make it to the deck before an alarm could be raised.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Elianna's knee did indeed find its target, he rolled off to the side, leaving her unpinned as he held himself, in pain. She jumped off the bed and flew for the door... Only to find that it was locked. Cervantes began to laugh, she turned to see him rising to his feet, seemingly recovered from the blow she had given him.

"There is no escape for you Elianna." He growled, it wasn't an angery growl though, it was filled with lust. He began to stalk her, as she turned back to the door, struggling with it, Cervantes suddenly pressed her body against the door, pinning her there with his own. She felt his hands snake about her, one drawing across her breasts, the other slipping down forcing its way between her legs. But the most sobering sensation was the solid head of his groin against her posterior. "I will taste of your fire, I will savore it..." He growled into her ear just before nipping at her neck.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

She strugled against the arms that held her against the door. She felt tears of frustratoin come to her eyes as she felt her own body betraying her. HIS teeth were on her neck, the pain sensations blending into the pleasure that filled her. The most troubling tough was the reaction she felt between her thighs.

A pulsing heat was building where his hand cupped and teased her sex and the hardness of his groin against her backside was making her dizzy. She wanted to make him stop, but deep inside she also knew she didn't. Her tratorous desires were going to be the death of her.

"Please, sir. I'm begging you to not do this. Just let me go." Her words came out breathless and not very convincing. She heard Cerve chuckle and realized he knew exactly what she was feeling right now. She began to lose herself then and she wasn;t even caring anymore.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Ignoring her shaky plea, Cervantes drew her back to the bed, laying her upon her back, he reached down, taking hold of the bottom hem of her ankle length dress, unsheathing a silvered dagger from his boot. She did not know he was armed until he began to cut her dress open. He only cut through it a few inches with the knife before casting it aside, in favor of ripping it apart with his bare hands.

He'd ruined her dress, one long rip from her ankle to her waist, up along the center of her body. Casting it open, He reached down to gather her silken chemise in a bunch, drawing it up to her waist as well, crawling up onto the bed, he laid next to her, his hand moving back down her thigh, snaking inward, forcing its way between her instinctually clenched legs. Slowly, he found his way to her sex, that he found to be bare. His thick, rough fingers began to explore her entrance. He whispered a pleased murmur in her ear as he found her moist under his finger tips.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

Elianna gasped as Cerve unsheathed the blade and it was all she could do to not think he was going to slit her throat. Her mind reeled when he'd sliced her dress and ripped it from hem to throat. She laid before him, trembling and nearly naked. Her thin chemise was no protection against his penetrating gaze.

His hands were now on her body, teasing and taunting her silken flesh. She had clamed her thighs together, not so much trying to protect her virtue, but to keep him from discovering the level of her arrousal. Her folds were damp with her desire and the sensations of his calloused fingers teasng her tight opening.

"Cerve, please." she whimpered ineffectively. She tried to squirm away, but she knew it was hpoeless. He'd already felt her wetness. Like dew on the morning grass, it was obvious. His soft words caressed her ear and clouded her senses. She couldn't concentrate on his words, just the erotic tingles between her thighs and hiw words that wrapped around her brain. Her soft moans soon took over any protests she might had made.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Slowly, talentedly, Cervantes played his fingers upon Elianna's dewy sex. She felt the length of two fingers, side by side, invade deeply into her, his thumb rubbed back and forth across her aroused clit. He leaned his head down, breathing in the scent of her skin, nipping and licking at her exposed shoulder as he slid back down the bed. He was sinking down between her legs...

She felt his invasive fingers drawing out of her as he spread her legs. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, tasting the juices of her body that coated them as he focused his lust filled eyes sharply upon her. Bowing his head, he opened his mouth against her sex, his tongue lashing upward against her clit. He lifted her left leg up over his shoulder, his arm underneath, his hand came about her waist, and he used his moist finger tips to spread her more fully open to the exploration of his tongue and mouth.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

Elianna couldn't comprehend what was happening to her. Not too long ago, she was cursing this vile pirate and wishing she could claw out his eyes. Now all she could think of was the positively wicked sensations rushing through her louns as his tongue danced across her nether regions.

She sucked in her breath as his tongue made more forceful contact with her eager little clit. The jolt of complete pleasure stole all thought from her. Her hands blindly reached down and her fingers tangled themselves into his thick hair. She curled her leg around him and dug her heel into his back. She didn't want this exquisite pleasure to ever end.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Dipping his tongue into her, Cervantes pressed his open mouth against her entrance, and began to hum, teasing her with his subtly vibrating lips. He rolled his tongue up inside of her, the tip of it massaging sensuously about inside of her. A few minutes passed before he withdrew his tongue, only to capture her clit between his lips and suck upon the sweetly sencitive nub, while lashing it with his tongue, back and forth. His beard tickled against her slit as he did.

 

[SweetCherry]

Ellianna:

Elianna cried out and writhed beneath Cerve, her hands gripping his hair wildly. She knew she should be fighting him and his ministrations, but she didn't care if she rotted in hell because she was enjoying every minute of it.

She arched her body, lifting her back off the bed. The sheets were growing damp with the sweat of her body. A rosy blush began creeping up her breasts and neck. Her nipples hardened and begged to be touched. Her breath was coming in pants and gasps and her moans were drowning out all sounds. She was sure everyone could hear her but she didn't really care right now. She felt a yearning deep inside. A craving that must be satiated.

"Cerve! Oh my sweet God, yes!" She cried out and her body shook and bucked under him. She bit her lip and tried to stifle her cries but three was no way she could stop the sounds as long as Cerve's tongue still worked its magic on her sensative clit/

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Cervie sped his tongue, working Elianna's sencitive clit up to a violent cressendo of pleasure... Only to suddenly stop! He lifted his head, gazing up the length of her body. Looking into her eyes, lust mixed with amusement in his eyes. "Tell me you want more, Elianna, beg me to continue." He growled as he licked his lips. he drew his tongue slowly, hotly along her exposed sex to excentuate his taunt, as well as to keep her hot, and close to her release.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

Elianna cried out with sheer frustratoin. How could he be that cruel to her. She opened her eyes and saw his through her own lust-glazed ones. She could see the satisfaction there and again, that desire to claw them out of his head was flooding her brain.

"Beg me, Elianna." Those words invaded her head and slowly began t sink in. She felt her pride welling up, but her desperatoin for release was stronger.

"Please, Cervie. I can't take this. It's sheer agony. Please don't stop. I'll do anything. Just help me." she whimpered. SHe felt a bit of herself die inside as she spoke, but she didn't care. She just knew she needed what he and he alone could give her.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

He recaptured her clit with his lips then, and continued plying his tongue against her clit, only this time, he slid a single finger into her pussy. Using the juices from her pussy, he slowly, gently worked a second finger into her anus. All the while he sucked on her clit, humming against it as he lashed hit tongue, back and forth against it.

And as he pleasured and teased her clit with his mouth and tongue, he began a constant rhythm with his two, flesh encased fingers. Slowly in and out, penetrating her two holes as deeply as his fingers could go. the speed with which he fingered her began to increase, and it was obvious that he would see it through this time, the taunting and teasing was over, I wanted the taste of her hot, sweet release on the tip of his tongue...

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

She let out a low moan, feeling the tension returning to her body as his lips again descended to her aching clit. She was in heaven. She tensed as she felt his fingers slowly enter her, probing her auns and pussy simultaniously. She knew she'd be burning in hell for her desire of this man.

Elianna brought her hands to her breasts and pinched her nipples. She was turning into a wanton creature and she had never in her life felt more alive. She growled, low in her throat and tensed as she felt the impending release once again fast approaching. She just prayed that he didn't deny her this time.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

He could feel her tensing up, her pussy and her anus, hot, moist sheaths of tight flesh. He did not slow down, his fingers sunk in and out of her, alternating, quick and slow, just as his tongue continued its quick darting across her clit, and his lips suckled it passionately.

He wanted to taste her as she came, so when it was apparent that she was coming to the verge of orgasm, cervantes Drew his finger from Elianna's pussy but continued to finger her anus and lap and suckle at her clit. He was so empassioned by her body's eminent release, and the sound of her voice as she moaned that he growled his own lust, fully and deeply against her sex.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

Her moans and growls increased in volume. She was teetering at the edge of climax, and her entire body was a mass of tingling nerves. Her moans stopped then and screams replaced them. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her and her anus and pussy were pulsing and clenching.

She could feel Cervie's lips and tongue as he tasted her, drinking her nectre and continuing her climax longer than she thought possible. Her body shook and shivered and she reached beside her to grip the sheets in her hands.

"Oh God," she groaned. "What the hell did you do to me?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

He went on and on, tasting her, teasing her, literally drinking up her sweet pleasure. She was shivering as she groaned, asking him what he had done to her. "Did?" He asked her as he lifted his head up, licking the sweetness of her from his lips. "I've not finished with you, dear Elianna, no, not yet..." He looked back down at her exposed pussy greedilly. He grasped her hips in his strong hands, knowing that he would have to hold her down to do what he intended. She was startled to find that he was going to go down on her again.

He took her clit between his lips again, and gave it a single flick of his tongue, paused for a moment, the flickered his tongue against her clit again, pausing, then again. Each pause was shorter and shorter. Suddenly the pauses weren't even there anymore, he was sucking and tonguing her clit just as he had before her orgasm, only this time, he was using his strength to keep her legs pinned down.