The Captain's Daughter

[bluntforcemama]

OOC: Two players, a female (Lane) and male (James), D/s.

IC:

Lane woke up in a fright, the ship was alive with movement and noise. The ship was tossing in the turbulent seas, and clatter from swords and the men's hollering were echoing throughout the hull. They were being attacked! The ship's horn sounded in the night, the sound of danger. Pirates! She knew the sound of cannon fire, and it was close to her cabin. She listened for her father's voice. Nothing. Her father was the wealthy ship captain of her Majesty's royal vessel, The Maiden. Everyone knew that it transported gold from Spain to the British mainland, but no one dared attack it before! She ran up the stairs and out onto the deck, only to find the boat rocking and men jumping over the side of the rail and into the pitching sea to avoid capture by the pirates. She was astonished at their cowardice! She ran back into her cabin as she saw shadowy figures swamping her sight. She shut the door tightly and jumped into her cot, hoping they would pass without noticing her.

 

[Juspar Emvan]

James:

The garish glow of flames lit the tilting tumbling scene before him, glinting from cold steel blades. Shouts rang out in the night, punctuated by gutteral growls and gasps of pain. It looked as though the ship woul be thiers.

James rounded up a small group of well armed veterans of the seas, his eyes catching the firelight as he barked orders.

"Philipe, get those fires put out, the rest of you follow me. We take the officers alive, alive hear me?!"

His dark hair slashed across the scar on his cheek as he swung down the companionway towards the cabins. Resistance had been weak, these fools were unsuspecting. There was always the concern that they might be laying in ambush however. Cutlass drawn, cape thrown back over dager handle he stode the asiles. The first cabin he came across the door was unlocked, he burst in, eyes franticly searching. A cot, there against the back wall, a figure stiring. He dropped the cutlass, and drew the dagger with frightening speed. Fingers tangled in the mop of hair and the dagger lay against a white throat.

"Quietly now," he hissed "and you may just live!"

 

[bluntforcemama]

She muffled an hysterical cry with her hand as the other hand instinctively reached to bar the dagger at her throat. She struggled against the man standing while she tried to sit up and push him away. She kicked him square in the knee, freeing herself from him long enough to run for the door. She threw herself into the hall and looked quickly in each direction, but only one way was clear. She ran down the hall, deeper into the ship, blindly groping in the darkness.

 

[Juspar Emvan]

James:

James gazed in shock after the retreating figure. Sympathies rested momentarily with his stunned crew watching the touselled hair disapear around the corner. Momentarily.

His hand raised and swiped Jean-Paul in the side of the head as he roared "What the fuck are you doing, get efter her NOW!"

A woman, dear god, and barely that. Christ this screwed everything. He could see the future already. His men as hard and villanous as had ever sailed the oceans in search of fortune, but not depraved, not murderous. Not rapists. Surely. But 9 weeks at sea, damn it all to hell. Perhaps he should have her killed, there was mutiny in this.

"Round up all the officers, lock them in the brig, anyone who resists - kill them, I'm not in the mood. The girl, damn it, bind her and leave her in the captains cabin. I want two men on the door, and anyone touches her before I've decided what I shall do about her, will taste my blade."

He strode onto the tossing deck once more. The metalic smell of blood mingling with the salty air. He shook his head as the womans screams echo'd up the corridor. The heads of the men on deck came up at that, they knew that sound.

All I wanted was gold, bloody hell.

He waited and thought. Eventually, still torn over how to deal with this, he made his way to the cabin.

 

[bluntforcemama]

Those horrid beastial men! She shook with rage, grunting against the binds that held her captive in her father's old quarters. She was furious! Of all the unholy things to do.... to tie her up like a paid doxy on the wharf and make her await her tormentor. She could hear footsteps coming closer, forboding, louder. She heard voices beyond the closed door to the quarters and knew that her time of reckoning was close. The hair on the back of neck stood up, and she shivered in panic and rage. The door opened, and all she could see was the ominous glare of a very angry man looking directly at her.

 

[Juspar Emvan]

Terror! He saw terror in her eyes, what the hell would she know. He was in a far worse positin than her. He glowered at her, how could such an innocent face be responsible for this dilemma. It was quite a pretty face actually. The fear wasn't good for her beauty, and at some point her night clothes had got torn and dirty. She must be fiesty. He wasn't sure whether the torn night gown was detracting or complimenting her alure.

He laughed derisively at himself. Fool, he could feel the look of smouldering anger in his eyes changing, the very crux of his problems was visiting itself upon him already.

He slumped into a chair, his scabard clattering against the wood and demanded unceremoniusly "What the fuck are you doing here!"

 

[bluntforcemama]

Lane was becoming more and more angered by the mere presence of this man. She glowered at him.

"Why do you think I'm here? This is MY father's ship! What the hell are YOU doing here?" She retorted. She pulled on her bonds that bound her wrists behind her back, enraged and frustrated. She used all her strength, but instead might have succeeded only in pulling her shoulder too far, and grimmaced at the ache it caused.

 

[Juspar Emvan]

James slammed his hand down, the hilt of his dagger gouged the perfect finish of her fathers bureau, the imaculate blade quivering in the ensuing silence. His voice was soft yet menacing. "Listen to me, wench! I don't give a pigs ear who's daughter you are, your presence on this ship at this time leaves me in a very precarious position. Now what ever else happens, you will show me respect - do you understand? Because I assure you, you will not like the alternative."

Expressions galloped across her face, like the reactions in her mind. But the wince of pain never quite left. Fool girl, apparently she is a little too fiesty for her own good. He rose to check on her, wind swept hair falling across his face as he looked down.

"What is your name then?" He tested her bonds and checked her for wounds. Her wrists were tied securely behind her back, and her ankles were similarly bound. The tears in her clothes had not translated to wounds on her flesh, but her shoulder was obviously tender. He snorted, though not as tender as her pride right now.

He realised what he had done a moment to late, in checking for her wellbeing, he had placed himslef too close to the girls teeth.





OOC: Myst, let's blur the line here. James is in physical control of the situation obviously. But I think Lane has the feminine alure to twist his free will. See if we can't leave it unsure just who is really the cause of what is to follow.
Juspar

 

[bluntforcemama]

OOC: Be careful what you wish for.

IC:
He was leaning over her, surveying her shoulder, which was exactly what she had intended, but the closer he was to her, the less she could think. Of course there was the raw masculinity, he was a pirate, there was no time to be fickle on the sea. She found that he smelled good, like leather, the open sea, and soap. The smells wafted around her head dizzily, and as he was standing, she found how easy it would be to lean forward and nuzzle the apex of his thighs with her cheek and nose. She wasn't really thinking when she did it, but he tensed, and then so did she after she realized the heated decision she had made would no doubt bare consequences she wasn't sure she could handle. She didn't think much longer, though, because even if she was still untouched by man, she ceased to want to preserve that pristine aura. She looked up into his eyes watching him watch her, almost frightened as if he expected her to bite. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt between her teeth, and slowly pulled it loose from his pants. When it was untucked, she wormed her tongue against the cloth, and into his navel. Perhaps she could persuade him to loosen the ropes just long enough for her to jump ship.

 

[Juspar Emvan]

James shot his hand down and grabbed a fist ful of her hair. He turned her face up towards him, the innocence was gone. "You my dear are going to cause all sorts of problems. If you're up for the game though, perhaps it wont cause too much dissention among the crew. How about it Captains Daughter feel like spreading those thighs for my crew?"

There was a smouldering in her eyes, perhaps lust, perhaps . . . something else. But she flinched at that comment.

"Then you'd best be a little more wary." James punctuated his advice with a sharp slam on her round rump. "And just so you don't get any more ideas . . ." He tore a wide strip from the bottom of her night gown and folded it over her eyes, tied tight behind her head with a sailors skill. "What you can't see, you can't bite."

Tearing her clothing had exposed more of her delicate pale flesh. Looking down at her trussed body, James felt himself stir. He could just make out a little of the pink mark left by his hand peeking around the curve of her arse. He wondered if she could feel his eyes upon her. His need was rising, damn her!