Post by Horyo on Nov 18, 2006 2:26:28 GMT -5
"Do you fear me?" He asked her.
He examined her carefully, she was of perfect size and maturity. Her petite face looked back at him, scared and filled with trembling fear.
He only grinned.
The poor girl was completely undressed, the only thing kept her from being seen was his blanket; the blanket she held, as she huddled on the corner of the bed and room. He, still grinning, took a step forward, intimidating her. Was he that great of a presence? No it was something different, and both of them knew it. The truth was, she had no where to escape.
Being a pirate wasn't an easy job; pirates had to keep women "under their control." And subjected them to any form of play they considered arousing.
Captain Miick Idnarg was no different.
It had been weeks, months of sailing, since he had laid eyes on a woman. And such a treat was she, young and innocent as ever, delicate light skin, and light brown hair. So much had he desired her.
He took another step closer; this time putting one knee on the bed. She stiffended, clutching on the blanket as if it were her savior. Her reactions only excited him more.
He started to slowly crawl until he reached her; she closed her eyes tightly shut. He put one hand to her face, a rough hand enjoying the soft touch as he lifted up her face. He felt her shiver.
"Do you fear me?" He asked again, as she slowly opened her eyes, blinking several times, wishing she were not there. He then lowered his head and gave her a slight kiss on the neck, she stiffened even more, and her trembling grew.
In her state of shock and surprise, he took his time and advantages, as he slowly slid off the blanket, revealing her delicate body. He also started to wrap his arms around her and entranced her into a kiss.Then he laid her down, and began his practice, forever changing her life.
. . .
The midnight air gently caressed the sails of the ship. The great vessel rocked softly on the lapping waves. The sky was clear and the beautiful moon glimmered brightly, even more so than the stars.
Captain Miick took a nightly step on the deck, freshly swabbed by his men. He looked out to the sea, and expected land soon.
"G'day capt'n. How woz she this noight?" A greasy old sailor stepped behind him.
"As delicate as the stars themselves me mate." As he finished they both chuckled, the greasy man having a larger laugh.
"Aye sir, we'ra bound to hit lond soon; possibly tommorow." He reported.
"Excellent, I hear the treasures on Hoyo Island is vast."
"Aye, sir." With that the sailor returned to his quarters, and the captain remained on deck.
"Tis not easy being a priate." He said and took out a small brown pipe; he started to inhale some puffs and smiled. His black beard and hair masked a portion of his face. Not rugged like his seafaring men, but not gentle like his mistress, he was an even balance. He eyed the sea with a hazel green, then returned to his entertainment.
Chapter One
Tropical, that’s what it was, tropical. The sunny rays heated the warm sand, as waves slowly lapped at the meet of the two. Blue, both sea and sky; golden, both sand and sun. This place gave a vivid addition to Mother Nature, one of her proud moments. Sea birds called, and winds flapped the sails, as palm trees wavered under the breeze.
Vincent sat beneath the brushes, cocked his toy up slightly. He was ready to launch, as he kept repeating the same movements, gently stroking the rigid shell, preparing for his blast. His breathing was unsteady--erratic almost, as he kept this movement, with nervous and excited eyes. His target was the young female. She was ripe for the taking. Her body was fully matured, but her mind was ill-prepared.
He had her.
About to relieve the tension, and all his hard work, Vincent positioned himself. Now she could see everything, and was left vulnerable to his steely eyes. Her eyes slightly widened, as he gave a chilling smile.
“VINCENT!” A shout rang through the beach.
Vincent turned around as the female fled.
“Vincent Johanes Preston! What in the name of Jade are you doing?” A middle-aged woman screamed at him while stomping fiercely on the sand. “How many times have I told you, not to shoot at sea does? They’re the symbol of Jade and our island!”
“Mother, it was just a toy gun; all that was in it was a pellet.” He tried to argue.
“I won’t have any of it! March to your room and put that gun-toy away!” She hollered as he marched to his house.
Upon walking on the sandy shore, he kept his gaze down, kicking through sand angrily. His bare feet felt the heat of the day fall, as the night was encroaching on the sun. In their crossing, a vivid purple-blue filled the sky, giving off a relaxing glow. The sun was now falling into the mouth of the hungry ocean, and the moon was rising from its rocky peaks; a radiance it emitted shone out the stars.
Vincent looked up and saw a falling star. He closed his eyes and did what eight-year-olds do best, he wished.
. . .
As he grew through the years, Vincent became stronger, faster, and smarter. Forcing himself to work through rigorous courses so that he might leave the island and survive. His mother, having lost a child to sea-faring “traders,” discouraged his ideas, but soon gave in as she saw his great improvements. Since then, she supported him every step of the way.
The day had come, ten years later, from when he wished upon a star. Vincent was a realized adult, and now had to take care of himself. He was willing now, to go beyond the island, beyond his families and friends, and beyond his own expectations.
A soft breeze lazed through the air, carrying with it, some heat of the day. The ocean waves roamed and crashed, as sea birds overhead called and cawed. Vincent prepared for the trip. Gathering all of the essentials to surviving, he packed some extras: nets, lines, ropes, and dolls. But he remembered his most important item, and placed the device into his holster. After all of his farewells and goodbyes, he approached the ship.
But standing before him, was his mother. She slowly paced over to him, and wrapped her arms around him, he mimicked her.
“I will miss you, Vincent.”
“I’ll miss you too, mother, don’t worry so much.” He said and she kissed him on the cheek, both with a face full of tears, but too stubborn to express it.
“Vincent, come back soon!” A young lady yelled out to him. She flipped her blonde hair and ran across the golden sand up to him.
“Oh, Angelica, how could I help you?” He asked her curiously, and she told him to lower his head so she can whisper it. He did so, and received a kiss. Angelica gasped and took some steps back, her face became red, and she shuffled away, leaving the very confused Vincent to depart.
He climbed the boarding plank and started his way, upon entering the dark-wood ship, Vincent walked to the bow.
A call was sent out to let people know about the ship’s depart, it was ready to leave in ten minutes. As it departed, he looked out at the ocean, the golden light from the setting sun beaming onto the darkening waters. His pink and green island home was becoming smaller, the crescent moon hung in the sky, preparing to veil the island in sleep.
After finally out of sight of the island, he retreated to his quarters to rest—something he wont’ be receiving much later on.
Chapter 2.
The floorboards of the ship creaked as the hard leather boots crunched on it. A wave roared to signal the morn awakening. Hee yawned lazily, but content. He got what he wanted, a young girl -- no, a woman. He enticed her and took her, and now she gave him what he wanted.
Sweet sweet rememberance, soft gasps and short breaths still echoed through his head. The fragerence of her lemon hair still clung to his nose.
Miick walked pass the morning swabbers and headed to the bow. Resting his elbows he gazed out at the grim sea. Dark clouds mixed bitterly with the pale-yellow sunshine. Miick thought to life at sea.
Freedom. Liberation. Boundless.
Closing his eyes he smiled, and took another breath. The salty sea air rushed into his nostrils and cleansed his mind.
The whisp of the cool ocean air licked at his face, and brushed through his long dark-brown hair. He turned back and saw her. Beautifully draped in loose clothing, that was light and thin, barely covering her from the cold -- much less some eyes.
"What are you doing out here?" He asked her simply.
She said nothing and looked to the side; small strands of hair fell landed on her bosom. (The eyes were very attentive)
He approached her, keeping his eyes on her face. As he neared her, he put a hand up, his palms open.
She did nothing.
He stared inquisitively, but then embraced her. He stood a head taller than she, and his arms went around her tightly. He heard a small sound, a whisper.
"What?" He whispered back to her.
"I..please..I" She muttered.
"What is it? What do you want?" He looked at her now intently, fearing that she might be ill.
"I want...to have him." She blushed and said.
Miick stared down as she placed her hand, and his on her abdomen.
He examined her carefully, she was of perfect size and maturity. Her petite face looked back at him, scared and filled with trembling fear.
He only grinned.
The poor girl was completely undressed, the only thing kept her from being seen was his blanket; the blanket she held, as she huddled on the corner of the bed and room. He, still grinning, took a step forward, intimidating her. Was he that great of a presence? No it was something different, and both of them knew it. The truth was, she had no where to escape.
Being a pirate wasn't an easy job; pirates had to keep women "under their control." And subjected them to any form of play they considered arousing.
Captain Miick Idnarg was no different.
It had been weeks, months of sailing, since he had laid eyes on a woman. And such a treat was she, young and innocent as ever, delicate light skin, and light brown hair. So much had he desired her.
He took another step closer; this time putting one knee on the bed. She stiffended, clutching on the blanket as if it were her savior. Her reactions only excited him more.
He started to slowly crawl until he reached her; she closed her eyes tightly shut. He put one hand to her face, a rough hand enjoying the soft touch as he lifted up her face. He felt her shiver.
"Do you fear me?" He asked again, as she slowly opened her eyes, blinking several times, wishing she were not there. He then lowered his head and gave her a slight kiss on the neck, she stiffened even more, and her trembling grew.
In her state of shock and surprise, he took his time and advantages, as he slowly slid off the blanket, revealing her delicate body. He also started to wrap his arms around her and entranced her into a kiss.Then he laid her down, and began his practice, forever changing her life.
. . .
The midnight air gently caressed the sails of the ship. The great vessel rocked softly on the lapping waves. The sky was clear and the beautiful moon glimmered brightly, even more so than the stars.
Captain Miick took a nightly step on the deck, freshly swabbed by his men. He looked out to the sea, and expected land soon.
"G'day capt'n. How woz she this noight?" A greasy old sailor stepped behind him.
"As delicate as the stars themselves me mate." As he finished they both chuckled, the greasy man having a larger laugh.
"Aye sir, we'ra bound to hit lond soon; possibly tommorow." He reported.
"Excellent, I hear the treasures on Hoyo Island is vast."
"Aye, sir." With that the sailor returned to his quarters, and the captain remained on deck.
"Tis not easy being a priate." He said and took out a small brown pipe; he started to inhale some puffs and smiled. His black beard and hair masked a portion of his face. Not rugged like his seafaring men, but not gentle like his mistress, he was an even balance. He eyed the sea with a hazel green, then returned to his entertainment.
Chapter One
Tropical, that’s what it was, tropical. The sunny rays heated the warm sand, as waves slowly lapped at the meet of the two. Blue, both sea and sky; golden, both sand and sun. This place gave a vivid addition to Mother Nature, one of her proud moments. Sea birds called, and winds flapped the sails, as palm trees wavered under the breeze.
Vincent sat beneath the brushes, cocked his toy up slightly. He was ready to launch, as he kept repeating the same movements, gently stroking the rigid shell, preparing for his blast. His breathing was unsteady--erratic almost, as he kept this movement, with nervous and excited eyes. His target was the young female. She was ripe for the taking. Her body was fully matured, but her mind was ill-prepared.
He had her.
About to relieve the tension, and all his hard work, Vincent positioned himself. Now she could see everything, and was left vulnerable to his steely eyes. Her eyes slightly widened, as he gave a chilling smile.
“VINCENT!” A shout rang through the beach.
Vincent turned around as the female fled.
“Vincent Johanes Preston! What in the name of Jade are you doing?” A middle-aged woman screamed at him while stomping fiercely on the sand. “How many times have I told you, not to shoot at sea does? They’re the symbol of Jade and our island!”
“Mother, it was just a toy gun; all that was in it was a pellet.” He tried to argue.
“I won’t have any of it! March to your room and put that gun-toy away!” She hollered as he marched to his house.
Upon walking on the sandy shore, he kept his gaze down, kicking through sand angrily. His bare feet felt the heat of the day fall, as the night was encroaching on the sun. In their crossing, a vivid purple-blue filled the sky, giving off a relaxing glow. The sun was now falling into the mouth of the hungry ocean, and the moon was rising from its rocky peaks; a radiance it emitted shone out the stars.
Vincent looked up and saw a falling star. He closed his eyes and did what eight-year-olds do best, he wished.
. . .
As he grew through the years, Vincent became stronger, faster, and smarter. Forcing himself to work through rigorous courses so that he might leave the island and survive. His mother, having lost a child to sea-faring “traders,” discouraged his ideas, but soon gave in as she saw his great improvements. Since then, she supported him every step of the way.
The day had come, ten years later, from when he wished upon a star. Vincent was a realized adult, and now had to take care of himself. He was willing now, to go beyond the island, beyond his families and friends, and beyond his own expectations.
A soft breeze lazed through the air, carrying with it, some heat of the day. The ocean waves roamed and crashed, as sea birds overhead called and cawed. Vincent prepared for the trip. Gathering all of the essentials to surviving, he packed some extras: nets, lines, ropes, and dolls. But he remembered his most important item, and placed the device into his holster. After all of his farewells and goodbyes, he approached the ship.
But standing before him, was his mother. She slowly paced over to him, and wrapped her arms around him, he mimicked her.
“I will miss you, Vincent.”
“I’ll miss you too, mother, don’t worry so much.” He said and she kissed him on the cheek, both with a face full of tears, but too stubborn to express it.
“Vincent, come back soon!” A young lady yelled out to him. She flipped her blonde hair and ran across the golden sand up to him.
“Oh, Angelica, how could I help you?” He asked her curiously, and she told him to lower his head so she can whisper it. He did so, and received a kiss. Angelica gasped and took some steps back, her face became red, and she shuffled away, leaving the very confused Vincent to depart.
He climbed the boarding plank and started his way, upon entering the dark-wood ship, Vincent walked to the bow.
A call was sent out to let people know about the ship’s depart, it was ready to leave in ten minutes. As it departed, he looked out at the ocean, the golden light from the setting sun beaming onto the darkening waters. His pink and green island home was becoming smaller, the crescent moon hung in the sky, preparing to veil the island in sleep.
After finally out of sight of the island, he retreated to his quarters to rest—something he wont’ be receiving much later on.
Chapter 2.
The floorboards of the ship creaked as the hard leather boots crunched on it. A wave roared to signal the morn awakening. Hee yawned lazily, but content. He got what he wanted, a young girl -- no, a woman. He enticed her and took her, and now she gave him what he wanted.
Sweet sweet rememberance, soft gasps and short breaths still echoed through his head. The fragerence of her lemon hair still clung to his nose.
Miick walked pass the morning swabbers and headed to the bow. Resting his elbows he gazed out at the grim sea. Dark clouds mixed bitterly with the pale-yellow sunshine. Miick thought to life at sea.
Freedom. Liberation. Boundless.
Closing his eyes he smiled, and took another breath. The salty sea air rushed into his nostrils and cleansed his mind.
The whisp of the cool ocean air licked at his face, and brushed through his long dark-brown hair. He turned back and saw her. Beautifully draped in loose clothing, that was light and thin, barely covering her from the cold -- much less some eyes.
"What are you doing out here?" He asked her simply.
She said nothing and looked to the side; small strands of hair fell landed on her bosom. (The eyes were very attentive)
He approached her, keeping his eyes on her face. As he neared her, he put a hand up, his palms open.
She did nothing.
He stared inquisitively, but then embraced her. He stood a head taller than she, and his arms went around her tightly. He heard a small sound, a whisper.
"What?" He whispered back to her.
"I..please..I" She muttered.
"What is it? What do you want?" He looked at her now intently, fearing that she might be ill.
"I want...to have him." She blushed and said.
Miick stared down as she placed her hand, and his on her abdomen.