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A Nautical Captivity (Me and TheDarkerMe)

Lailah muttered as she finished off the orange. Rubbing her hands on her pants and wiggling just a little. She stood up and stretched, her head turned towards the doorway as she shook her head a little. "You can't humiliate me." She stated in a firm tone, her eyes sparking and shining with determination. "I may have pride, but I don't let small things humiliate me. I've lived on a ship most of my life. There is little you can do." She stated in a firm tone.

He mentioned that they had to get out of there. She nodded and gathered the rest of the food. Humming to herself as she stashed it in her pockets. Then gave him a wary look. "Well shall we be going?" She commented as she walked towards the door. Waiting patiently for him to open it, so they could return her to her cell.
 
He opened his cabin door, leading her back out into the cool morning, the sun now illuminating the entire deck. "Back to your cell, for now," he answered, leading her back to the room under deck where he had taken her from. "You're a determined girl, Lailah. If you're not too attached to that war criminal, the queen, perhaps you'd have a future as a pirate."

He opened the door, leading her below deck. Closing the trap door, he looked down at her through the small grate. "I'll be sending one of my men to fetch you in an hour or two. You'll be tied up naked to the mast for the amusement of my men. I suppose it's good you have a thick skin." With that he began locking the chain that kept the door shut.
 
Lailah walked back with him, her arms in the small of her back. Whistling a jaunty tune, she came to a stop at his words and just glared faintly at him. "Long live the Queen!" She stated as she glared daggers at him. When the door opened she went in. She took a seat on the floor and crossed her legs. Entering a calm and composed sitting. She just stared at the man through the grate, her eyes burning with hate.

"I don't care what you do, it won't humiliate me." She stated firmly as she listened to what he said. She shrugged her shoulder and tilted her head back. Shit happened, and she would get through what he planned. Amusement of his men, he damn well hoped the promise of no rape would be followed.
 
He scoffed at her instinctual defense of the queen. "If you think the Queen cares a lick about you, you're sadly mistaken. I don't know why you'd be willing to give your head for her." After he had locked her in, he went about his usual morning routine, getting an update on their course from the navigator, walking around all decks to inspect every facet of the ship, and then speaking to his first mate about the status of the prisoners. None of them appeared to be causing much of a problem below deck. They would be unloaded at the next port, some sold, others released if they couldn't fetch anything.

After most of his crew was up and about on the deck, on of his men came up to him. "What are yer plannin' to do with the girl, cap'n?" he asked excitedly. "Since you're so interested about that, you'll be the first to know. Go and fetch her from the hold and bring her here. Lash her tightly to the mast," Gabriel said, handing over the key. "She'll receive her punishment today." The boy quickly scurried off, opening the door. "The cap'n has sent me to take ye, lady," he said to her, opening the hatch.
 
Lailah kept her seat on the floor. Gathering herself and meditating slightly. She knew the Queen didn't care, but the country had kept her alive since birth. She was raised on honoring the Queen. Even if she had never met the woman. Her father was an important person in the Navy, or was. She honestly didn't know if he was alive anymore, just like she didn't know if her mother was really.

The male appeared and she stood up slowly. Holding herself with the air of a lady almost. Her head straight, and her hands resting at her sides. Her back was straight, and she stepped forward with an even gate. "Bring me to the punishment then. Nothing you do will break me." She stated in a firm tone.
 
The sailor ascended down into her hold, a little disappointed that she wasn't going to resist, evidently. He took a hold of her by the shoulder, and let her up the steps, and across the sun splashed deck. It was a warmer day than yesterday, not a cloud in the sky. Gabriel was a little conflicted as he saw Lailah being led across the deck slowly, looking almost graceful. But then again, she had said nothing could humiliate her.

"Lash her to the main mast," he ordered, and two different sailors took a hold of her, one by each arm. One held her wrists together, while the other bound them tightly. The one who'd tied the knot then tossed the other end of the rope over a crossbeam, pulling on it until her hands were forced up in the air, to the limit. He pulled just a little bit more, until she was raised onto her tiptoes, before stretching the rope across the deck and tying it securely to the ship's anchor. The other crew member then wrapped a rope around her ankles, pulling it around the thick mast, and then tying it tight behind the mast. Gabriel then approached her, pulling a dagger out of his boot. He wasn't going to let anyone else do what needed to be done next. "You're getting quite a lenient punishment for the loss you caused us," he announced loudly. He took the dagger, and, pulling her shirt tight with one hand, placed the dagger blade against the top of the shirt, starting to cut it down its length.
 
Lailah hummed faintly as he walked her across the deck. Her eyes half-closed as she was led towards her fate. She was a little hesitant as they manhandled her and then started tying her to the mast. She was pulled up and she found her muscles straining just a bit, till they tied up her feet. She shook her head a little, that smirk playing across her features. He wasn't going to humiliate her, she would be strong.

He approached and began to cut her shirt. She just head her head back, and kept that smirk on her face. She had decided whenever he was done with what he was doing, she would just close her eyes and meditate. She knew how to completely shut out the whole entire world. She didn't care if he showed her body to the world. It was a plain and small one, and not one you could really get enjoyment from. Unless you liked your breasts barely a handful.
 
Lailah didn't seem to mind that he was exposing her body, which made Gabriel both happy in a way, but also a bit disappointed that it wasn't much of a punishment. If she hadn't intrigued him so with her unique personality, he probably would have tried harder to do something which did bother her.

He cut down the rest of her shirt, pulling it off, once he'd got to the bottom, before doing the same with her pants, leaving her completely nude. Although her body was plain, and not voluptuous, it was still a welcome site for the women-weary sailors. Her small breasts, stomach, crotch, and upper legs were quite pale, a contrast to the tanned face, arms, and lower legs that Lailah had developed from hard work in the sun. Interestingly, her sex was completely trimmed and hairless, allowing the men an unobstructed view of her womanly parts. "You'll be here the rest of the morning," he smiled at her, as the sun shone on her smooth skin. "I'm still not convinced it ain't a man," shouted out one of the sailors with a guffaw. "Ye call those teats?" he continued to heckle her, generating laughs from his companions.
 
Lailah just laughed gently as he cut the rest of her clothes from her. "Keep me up as long as you like, so long as I do not have sunstroke." She said as she let her head rest back. Her humming picking up again, the soldiers heckled her. But she ignored them, because she had gotten such comments from her brothers and his companions whenever she had run around with them. She knew how to ignore males, because they where doing it for their own enjoyment. She was calm and collected, a trait that few women in her state would be in.

But few women grew up as she did. The humming continued, a soft melody that soothed her mentality. It also helped her think of better places. At least places where she could run around. She didn't seem to react much, getting only a slight chill when winds would brush against her. But she seemed to remain motionless as the men guffawed and laughed over her body. Sure, if she was to take a lover it would be a tender part. Most men wanted nice and rounded women. But none of these me would be a lover to her.

So thus their opinion meant nothing. She'd probably get a nice sunburn on her pale parts, and as a result she would peel and tan there. Something she didn't care about, she should probably think about evening her tan out anyways.
 
Gabriel laughed at her insistence that she be protected from sunstroke. "I'm glad to see you're comfortable giving the orders around here. If I ever get tired of running this ship, I'll know who's willing to do it." He was surprised that she was true to her word, and completely unaffected by being exposed to a ship full of men. Gabriel hustled around the deck, making sure that his men got to work. After all, Lailah was a decoration to enjoy for the morning, but not an excuse not to work.

Although Gabriel had dismissed her 'orders' publicly, due to the same unusual feeling he had around her earlier, he didn't want to see her hurt. After about forty-five minutes, when her little cherry breasts and the rest of the pale skin on her front started to get a blush, he untied the rope himself, and spun her around, so that her tiny pale bottom, as well as her back, faced the deck, and also the sun. After an hour in that position, he had a man cover her with a sheet for twenty minutes to give her skin a break, before uncovering her for the rest of the morning. He was happy to see that his men enjoyed an uplift in their spirits, many enjoying a bit of a leer at her as they went about their work, or launching a lewd comment in her direction. He was a little annoyed, though, to see one throw an apple core at her ass, hitting her right between the ass cheeks. Finally, as high noon approached, he ordered one of the men who had tied her up to loose her. The man untied the knots, throwing a blanket at her, and leading her back to her cell. All of the skin on both sides of her midsection was reddened, but not badly burned.
 
Lailah rolled her eyes and kept herself calm. The humming continued as the time passed. She had been up for a bit when she was turned. She didn't care though, it was all part of this 'humiliation'. She allowed it to happen, and only once during the day was she snapped outta her mentality by something striking her. But she slipped back in rather quickly as she sought to ignore all actions used against her. When time came for the sun to be at it's peak she was untied.

Her muscles spasmed, having been in those positions for way to long. Instead of standing she collapsed to the ground. But the men still lead her back to her cell. She went, wrapping the blanket around her. Wincing only faintly at the slightly sunburned skin. But she would survive, she was not one to give up easily, as Gabriel had learned. She held her head as high as she could. She curled on her side and sighed lightly as she allowed herself to rest.
 
Gabriel watched as Lailah collapsed on the deck once she had been untied, her muscles stiff from holding the same position for hours. True to her word, she never showed any emotion at the receiving of her punishment. Gabriel decided to let her rest for some time, sending a young boy to bring her a canteen of cool water, and two slices of bread. He spend a couple of hours that afternoon studying the map with a few other sailors, determining from their map and compass that they would arrive in port tomorrow.

Finally, a short while before dinner time, Gabriel headed back to his cabin. He went through some clothes, aware that all Lailah had now was a blanket to cover her nude body. He sent the boy who had brought her the bread and water to her again. "Go fetch the woman captive, and bring her here to me." He found himself humming Lailah's song as he waited for her to be delivered to him.
 
Lailah had rested in silence. Meditating, wrapped in the blanket. When the boy came with the food she accepted it and ate in silence. She remained so for the rest of the day, when night fell and the boy returned, she came with him to the Captains Cabin. She walked gingerly, her tender and red flesh in much pain. But she would get over the problems that where arising.

She entered the cabin and stood wrapped in the blanket. "Is there something you needed sir." She said in a drawling bored tone. Stepping forward as the boy left and closed the door. "I told you, nothing would work."
 
"Well, I'm sorry we bored you so much by tying you up naked in front of a bunch of sailors. Next time, we'll have to do something to give you a little more of a charge," he said sarcastically. I told you that I wouldn't take any pleasure in seeing you suffer, Lailah," he said with more of a grin. "So it doesn't really bother me that you don't care. Maybe surprises me, but doesn't bother me."

He reached out and picked up a small glass beaker, sliding it across the table to her. "Here, you can use this on your sunburn if you want. You can keep it." He motioned for her to sit down. "If you want to sit, anyway, Lailah." After sitting down himself, he looked over at her. "So tell me, why are you so loyal to the Queen anyway? Has she ever done anything for you?"
 
"Well I'll have a nice all over tan." She said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes and wrapped the blanket a bit tighter. Night time on a ship could sometimes get chilly, and she could feel a cold front coming in her bones. Chilling and all together out of season and unsettling. She frowned and shook her head a little as she quirked a brow at him. Her brown eyes just watching him silently, from behind russet bangs.

She took the beaker and started applying the mixture on her sunburn. It soothed it and probably would heal it up pretty quickly. Whatever it was. A sigh fleed her lips as she looked up at him. She took a seat and then pulled the blanket closer. "The Queen is the one that gave my father a medal for his work. She also is the one that supplies the money for where my mother lives. Or used to, while my father was known to be alive. We aren't quite sure."
 
"That's well and good," the captain answered with a hearty laugh, ignoring her talk about the Queen for now. He looked out the window across the sea reflecting the glare from setting sun through the cloudless sky. He next poured himself a small shot of whiskey, throwing back a sip. "But who's going to see that tan, anyway? You seem so annoyed with everything and everyone, I wouldn't be surprised if your only lover was your little pointer finger," he said with a devious grin. "I can't imagine you had a man back on your own ship, not with them all thinking you had a cock," he continued.

Looking her into what parts of her eyes were visible through her bangs, he decided to continued playing around with her. Taking another sip of whiskey, he added: "That is, if you take a fancy for men. If you dress and fight like a man, some might assume you get your jollies with women." Although he was trying to push her buttons for mocking his tactics, he actually was subtly curious as well, about her preferences in that regard.
 
Lailah pulled the blanket closer as she shrugged faintly. "Someday some man will find me attractive, and the tan will come of use." She said in a plain and dull tone. She didn't like her lack of a lover poked at, it had hurt her sometimes... not being as attractive as other women. Her eyes closed as she sighed and slumped in the chair. "I prefer men, women will not do." She said lightly as she rubbed her hand up and down her thigh. "I also haven't used my pointer finger on myself, I find that self-pleasuring is a bore."

She looked towards the window and just pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping the blanket around her tighter. She would perhaps be needing clothes, but how about to get them. She couldn't wander unto the docks of town in nothing but a blanket! Well she could, but she'd be picked up and made into a serving woman. "is there anything ELSE you want to know?"
 
Noticing her fidgeting with the blanket, he turned his back to her, rummaging through his closet for something to give her. "Your little twat must be fairly starved for attention if you don't use your finger," he called out with his back still turned. Although anything of his would be much too large for her, he found a white shirt and gray pair of pants in the back which had belonged to a lithe young man who'd been lost in battle. Bringing out the clothes, he walked right up to Lailah, and pressing the clothes directly into her chest, he ran his hand through his long hair, throwing it back over his head.

"I'm not so sure that a man finding you attractive is your problem, Lailah." He rubbed his chin in thought for a moment, not sure if he should say what he had in mind. "I find you attractive, you know. I think it's your mouth that needs some work," he grinned at her. "And maybe that naughty foot you have," thinking of that precious cargo she'd cost him. "You have quite soft features. Your body may not have the familiar womanly curves," he continued. "But there's something about it that's quite pleasing. Not that you care what I think, I'm sure," he concluded, taking a step back from her. "I'm sure I bore you quite as much as your little finger."
 
"I wouldn't know honestly, I haven't found a man that gets me going. Much less is interested in me. Those that are interested are interested in other men. So I kindly turn their attentions away. But I have not been liked for being of my own gender." She said lightly as she kept the blanket around her. Her eyes watching him as he dug through his closet. When he returned with the clothes she accepted them happily and released the blanket.

She really had no dignity, and everyone had seen it anyways. She slipped on the shirt and then the pants and sat down with her legs in an almost crosslegged manner. "Oh that's always the problem." She stated in a light voice as she stopped speaking. He was saying so many things that it made her head spin, a frown playing across her features. "You are aware that I don't even look like another woman... It's not familiar at all... As your men said... I barely have teats." She pointed out as she frowned harder.

A large sigh fled her lips as she actually blushed and looked to the side.
 
He looked intently at Lailah as she spoke, his smile turning into a more serious expression. He was less shocked than he would have been when he first met her, when she dropped the blanket and casually got dressed in front of him. For all her concerns about her body, she certainly didn't have an ounce of shyness in her. "I was just teasing you, about your finger, I hope you know," he said with a grin.

Sitting down across from her, he thought about what she'd said for a moment. "You know, those men would have taunted you if they were small, enormous, or anywhere in between. Let me ask you, what can you do with large ones that you can't do with those?" he said, nodding towards her chest. "Your lover isn't going to milk you, is he? And do you know the pleasing feeling that comes from holding a balanced small stone, the kind you can skip carelessly across the water? That's how your lover will feel every time he cups you in his hand." Gabriel was never was one to be bashful about sexual talk, but he did grin nervously a little at the unabashed discussion about cupping his captive's breasts. Strangely, he hadn't had any ulterior motive for inviting her in tonight, other than just talking to her. "I've been convinced the most important thing isn't what you have, but that you know how you use it," he concluded. He reached over and brushed her bangs away, looking her in the eyes. "Now, lady, don't take that to mean that I'm lacking anywhere," he added with a chuckle.
 
Lailah listened to him speak and shook her head with a sigh. "My hands are rougher then any work girls will ever be. My body has more muscles then any woman would ever have. I'm not as bulky as that Amazon woman on the Serene Escape, but I still have more muscles then other women. My body leaves much to be desired. You say it's nice to hold a small stone. But you can't press them together to slide your cock between them. As I have heard men exclaim they enjoy to do." She stated as she put her hands under her breasts and picked them up, bouncing them lightly in her palms.

"I have no hips for a man to grab unto, while he's putting himself into my body. No ass to pick up and grab as he pounds away. I don't have a body made for lovemaking, it's quite the opposite." She said as she dropped her breasts and leaned her elbows on the table. He continued to speak, and so did she. He brushed her bangs away, and she yanked back and looked away. "You are not lacking, you would make any woman quite happy."
 
Gabriel hadn't thought in a million years that anything this brash captive could say would make him blush, yet he did a little bit when she said that he would make any woman happy. He had chuckled when she proved him wrong, coming up with an actual shortcoming of her endowments. He thought about what she'd said. "You seem to know quite a bit about how men prefer to express their love for a woman's body. Quite a bit for one who claims to have bad fortune in that field." He pulled his hand back to himself as she pushed it away.

"I will admit that life at sea tends to improve a man's qualities more than those of a feminine nature. But imagine, if you had anything bigger that those peaches, you wouldn't have ever been able to learn to sail, to fight." He walked around behind her, standing behind her chair, and placed his hands on her shoulders. "And for every shortcoming you mention, there's a positive. Being so thin and athletic, I'm sure you're quite flexible. I'm not sure I even have to explain all the ways you could use that skill to please a man. And most importantly, if you had a curvy body, men would never even notice the soft features of your face." He started rubbing a little on her shoulders. "If you think a man couldn't enjoy your body, I wager I could prove you wrong," he finished softly, surprising even himself at his bold suggestion.
 
"I grew up on my fathers ship, and around the docks for a majority of my life. I grew up with the boys, and acted like the boys. If anything Uriel would have made a better Lailah, if you know what I mean." She stated as she looked ahead of herself. She didn't feel ashamed for her comments, she had grown knowing they where the alright thing to do. She kept her leg pulled up to her chest now as she watched him, her head cocked to the side and resting on her knees.

He spoke again, about her body and she smiled softly and weakly. "Peaches you say? That's about right, barely enough to fill a palm." She said as she wrapped her arms around her knee. "My father would have taught me irregardless, he wanted to be equal with both of his children." She said gently as she kept herself all balled up. He approached her, his hands landing on her shoulders. She shuddered as he started rubbing a moan fleeing her lips. She hadn't had her shoulders worked on in a long time.

"You wager? What do you wager?" She said as she looked up at him. Wagers, she liked those.
 
He laughed at her comment about her brother. He did know what she meant by the comment. "I know what you mean," he said. "My father was a sailor, as have been all the men in my family for as many generations back as can be counted. But we were different in some ways, too, I suppose. In my family the men were sailors, and the women were, well... women. None of my four sisters would know a fluke from a gunwale. Perhaps that's why I'm a little intrigued by you, Laliah," he said rubbing little circles down her back with his thumbs.

He saw her profile from the side, and was glad he had brought a smile out from her, at least, instead of the usual roll of the eyes. The moan of enjoyment was icing on the cake. "But you wouldn't have been able to disguise yourself and join a real ship's crew, would you? And you wouldn't be my captive," he grinned. He grinned a little wider when she said she wanted to wager something. "So you want to wager something, do you?" He rubbed the light stubble on his chin a little bit, thinking it over. "How about your freedom, Lailah? Although if you give me a chance, I wonder if you'll want to leave this ship after all." He had finished working his way down her back, and began working on the sides of her thin upper arms. "But that only covers what I have to offer you. The question is, what do you have to offer me, Lailah?"
 
Lailah groaned faintly, it was so easy to relax like this. Her leg lowered as she leaned on the table a bit more. Giving him more access to a back that had not seen proper muscle relief in awhile. Noted and twisted, the muscles just needed the right amount of relief. Of which this male was giving plenty too, and it made her whole body light up. "I'm not a women, I'm something else..." She said in a weak tone, eyes sliding closed.

He was working on her, turning her to mush. She was powerless against this new assault to her senses. A shudder passed through her as she laughed weakly. "Mmmhmmm, I wouldn't have the life I do now." She said as she sighed softly. "My freedom? What freedom?" She commented lightly. She would never be truly free, human life had the bounds to the planet. "I'll give you one chance, just one..." She whispered softly as she shivered faintly. "What I have to offer? You'll be the first, and you can test that yourself if you like."
 
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