The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

As she went to move away, Van Graaf reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair, dragging her back roughly, so sharply that she nearly lost her footing entirely. He dragged her backward, pulled her within reach of his other hand and backhanded her hard enough to rattle her teeth. "You don't understand, bitch. We want to see it now, see what we're getting. Show us, or we... hurt you."

He grinned at her, and licked his lips, leaving no doubt as to what he meant. The gathered pirates all chuckled as well. Van Graaf flung her toward the chest, sending her sprawling over the top of it, almost knocking her breath out.

(it's action, so the posts are getting shorter, but I hope more frequent)
 
She cried out as her hair was grasped and she gasped as he back handed her. Her eyes narrowing though she did almost get the breath knocked out of her as she landed roughly on the chest. She gritted her teeth and pushed the chest to the side and she turned around as she growled. "Over..my dead body." She muttered and stepped back. "I may be a pirate..but I am a woman of my word." She said and stepped back, her hand touching her side and she glanced down as she gasped to remember that her cutlass was taken, along with her pistol.

"I made an accord with your Captain. So you best be happy you're getting any of it." She said and swallowed as she stepped back slowly towards the railing of the ship.
(It's all right. =] )
 
Some of the encircling pirates moved behind her well before she got near the railing. She was now completely surrounded by men, some of whom looked grim, the rest of whom were leering lewdly at her. Instinctively, she took a swing at a nearby buccaneer and made a break for the rail, but too many hands grabbed her, grabbed her clothes and her arms and her hair and her boots and bodily picked her up. She struggled, but there was no way she could fight free of all those strong, greedy hands.

They picked her up and carried her back to the Mosaic Treasure chest. They flung her on her back there, banging the back of her head and knocking her breath out momentarily, and held her down, two men on each limb and one with a two-handed grip on her hair. Van Graaf stepped up in front of her, as the men on her legs wrestled them open, and drew a short, sharp dagger that glinted in the lantern-light.
 
Almost there! She gasped to herself in her mind, her hands and fingers a few mere inches from the railing though a shock of pain coursed through her head down to her body. Pulled back from the edge her limbs flailed away as her teeth grit. "Let go of me!" She snarled, as best as she could swing her balled up hands kicking her legs. She managed to get one of her legs free, kicking back and hitting one of the men in the gut. Though her body was flung, like she was flying. But all ended to soon as a light cry escaped Bonneys slightly parted lips. Her back and head hit the chest and the deck roughly as her eyes drooped slightly. Almost knocking her unconscious and having knocked the air right out of her. She gasped in heavily to fill her lungs, her arms held back as her legs were roughly held open.

Her eyes were slowly opening but seeing the glint on the small dagger from the lantern they shot open and she gasped. "Don't do this. You don't have to do this." She said in a slight raspy voice, almost frantically and pulled her legs back and forth. Fingers entangled in her hair roughly and she swallowed, "Cap'n Windslow!" She cried out her best, her voice still crackly but it was loud enough.
 
"Shut her up!" someone snarled, and a wadded-up bandanna was shoved over her mouth. More hands grabbed at her limbs as Van Graaf approached. He leaned in, his swollen crotch rubbing over hers, dry-humping her as he leered over her body. He lowered the dagger, and slid it under the lower hem of her shirt. She could feel the cold metal against her belly, the point just barely indenting her skin. Then, after a long moment, he twisted his wrist slightly and with a smooth upward motion severed the entire front of her blouse and her front-lace corset. The blade swung free at the top of its arc, and Van Graaf lifted it away, but not before nicking Bonney's jaw, leaving a tiny, bloody cut just to the left of her chin. Her garments fell away, and eager hands dragged them further back, exposing her creamy breasts and belly to the night sky and to the gaze of twenty horny pirates.

"Oh, look at those nipples!" someone cried, "Like ripe strawberries, they are!"

"I'm gonna bite 'em!" laughed another.

"Wait yer turn!" snarled Van Graaf, looking around with his one good eye, and then gazing malevolently down at Bonney. "Ye had yer chance to open the chest. Now we play a while before we give ye another opportunity." He licked the point of his dagger, and then lowered it, and Bonney could feel the steel slide beneath the waistband of her trousers...
 
Ethels mouth opened to scream though it was cut short and muffled as a bandanna was shoved into her mouth, causing her to gag slightly on it. She yelled and pushed her tongue against the Bandanna to push it out of her mouth before feeling a hand pushing down over her lips. Her scream muffled and her head shook violently, though she stopped and gasped at the feel of the cold steel running against her skin. She grunted and growled up to him as his hips ground against hers, feeling his swollen crotch rubbing against her hips. Though after one swift motion her blouse and corset was cut through.

Giving a light whimper at the small nick on her chin and the cool but yet warm sea air pierced her smooth, firm flesh of her breasts. Her nipples hardening under the air and she peered over to the crowd at the words.Though she moved back a bit and her hips bucked slightly to push the small dagger away, only causing it to tear at the waistband. She knew she couldn't scream or cry, she had to keep her straight, angered face or they would know that they were defeating over her. But they were, had her pinned down and she had no way of getting out. She knew she should have just opened it for them and let them see it.
 
The dagger cut the tough cloth of her pantaloons,, slicing them away, down one leg, to the boot-top where the cuff ended. Then Van Graaf cut down the other side. While the men holding her torso used their own knives to strip away her shirt, the corset being easy to slide out, Van Graff took a perverse pleasure in drawing it out, in making it theatrical, but eventually, he just grabbed her seams and yanked, revealing her in all her naked glory to the quietly cheering pirates. Now she had only her boots, everything else cut away and discarded.

And now Van Graaf was unbuckling his trousers, an evil look on his face, while someone else tied a cord around her head, securing the filthy bandanna gag into her mouth. The hands on her, all over her, holding her limbs and now kneading and puling at her breasts, and grabbing at her wide-spread thighs, they all grew rougher, the grips tighter, as the pirates scented her vulnerability, and other things, and it aroused them...
 
Everything seemed to go at slow motion now, feeling every slice of his blade through her cloth and off of her body. Though her eyes opened wide as the warm salty sea air licked at her body. Her head shook violently as the rope was wrapped around her head and she gasped in. Feeling their grimy fingers and hands gliding upon her body along her abdomen up to her firm, pert breasts around her nipples. Though her hips bucked and she screamed out as loud as she could at them through the balled up bandanna in her mouth. Feeling the hands running down her inner thighs along her most private parts..

Though she stopped squirming as she saw the man in front of her unbuckling his trousers and she breathed in heavily as her eyes grew wide. Fear struck upon her face and she whimpered up to him, pulling and pushing her legs as best she could, trying to get free. Though as much as she hated the man, hoping and praying that he would appear soon and this would all be over, though her heart beat faster in her chest to see his trousers slide down his hips and legs.
 
Van Graaf's manhood stood rigid in the tropical air, the head just pushing free from the uncircumsized foreskin, oozing a bit of pre-cum. The pirates drew her struggling, thigh-booted legs up and back, and Van Graaf stood over her bucking pelvis, drawing his rough hands up and down the exposed backs of her thighs. While pirates she couldn't see mauled her breasts, mashing the soft flesh and pinching, twisting, torturing the nipples, Van Graaf slowly drew his thick cockhead up and down her nether lips, taunting her.

Finally, with a grin, as cruel hands wrapped in her hair forced her head up to see it happen, Van Graff thrust his hips forward, driving deeply into her body, stretching wide without preparation or warning. The gathered pirates laughed and cheered as their current leader rammed into Bonney, immediately setting a brutal pace, slamming fast without the least concern for her pain. He leaned over her, grinning into her face, and then abruptly puckered and spit into her face as her tears flowed freely.
 
The bandanna began to grow wet and slowly soaked from her saliva though she grimaced at each pinch, pull and grab upon her nipples and breasts. Though seeing his full, hard length and bulbous head she squirmed once more under their hold. Feeling his head brushing her bottom lips, though she screamed out. Her tongue pushing against the bandanna and slightly pushing from the rope as a light short scream escaped through the small hole before she felt the rope tightened. Gagging on the cloth that threatened to push down her throat. Her eyes closing tightly, tears streaming from the corners before he forced her to watch, feeling his head and shaft thrust deep into her warmth.

Her head shook back and forth as best as it could as the leaders fingers were entangled in her hair, forcing her to watch his shaft pummeling and violating her. Her body thrusting back and forth with each stroke, her back growing raw upon the wood.
 
Van Graaf's brutal thrusting only lasted a few minutes, until he groaned deep in his chest and thrust deep, grinding against her nethers. She could feel him swell inside her, twitch, and spurt. It seemed to go on forever, and he finally slumped over her, grinning as he brought his face close to hers.

"I hope the little bastard is mine," was all he whispered.

Then he stepped back, just yanking his still-drooling cock from her channel, and for a moment, the air felt cool inside her, and she could sense his seed dripping from her, sliding down her still-spread-open crotch. But it only lasted a moment, as a different pirate stepped in, and took his place. Not as thick, he didn't stretch her as wide, but he compensated with some serious length, which made her feel like cramping up as he battered into her. At this point, the multitude of hands lifted her up off the rough chest, forcing her arms behind her to tie them in sail line, binding them behind her back. The pirate fucking her gripped her by her ass cheeks and bounced her on his dick, using the rolling of the sea and gravity to harshly drive himself up into her body.

And then a pirate she couldn't see stepped behind her, and she felt another uncircumsized cockhead at the entrance to her anus. He was producing some of his own lubrication, and the drips from Van Graaf were a little bit of additional lube, but still, it wasn't going to be pleasant, as he took hold of her hips and started to push...
 
She gasped softly as she felt the warm liquid spurting inside of her and she cried out into the bandanna, though her breathing was deep and fast. It seemed to speed up, her chest rising and falling quicker than anyone could possible as she heard those words of his. 'I hope the little bastard is mine.' She shook her head quickly, god they were trying to get her pregnant? She panted and whimpered. Though just as he had pulled away a new pirate took his empty spot and thrust into her, her arms tied behind her back, the rope around her waist and back to hold them tightly. Her body being forced to bounce on his dick, trying her best to hold herself down but with each pull he gave her she fell down harder onto him.

Though her back arched and she almost lost all sense to breath as her cheeks were spread and the feel of a hard head against her anus was present. Her head began to shake wildly once more and her eyes closed tightly as she screamed out, not only because it was happening and not because she also didn't want it. But because of the fact that it wasn't supposed to be there, feeling her tight small canal spreading unwillingly as his head and shaft pushed up. Crying out as her tears dripped down her face, she didn't deserve this! She was following their captains orders and they did this because they weren't happy with his choice.
 
In his cabin at the back of the ship, Windslow struggled in his bunk. He'd managed to fall into it as the drugs in his grog overcame him; the remains of the tainted mug and the rest of his dinner were scattered on the deck behind him. The dose was strong, enough to incapacitate him, but he was clinging to consciousness, just barely. He fought, he wrestled to fend off the tainted sleep the drug tried to force him into. Something wrong was going on, and he had to stop it, had to keep order on his own ship, but he couldn't do it from his bunk...

Out on the forecastle, the two pirates lifted and dropped Bonney between them, barely needing any help now that her arms were tied and her legs couldn't touch deck. Not that the hands holding her went away, no, they kept at her, poking and pinching and tweaking. Some fingers even tried to get into her mouth, past the rope and the gag, to tug painfully at her cheeks, like a fishhook in a trout. The hot shafts sawing into her, sending shocks of agony and shame where under other circumstances pleasure and wanton joy would have resulted; this was the horror for Bonney, no stranger to the pleasures of flesh, to have a pastime so treasured perverted into a means of torture.

Her nether skin stretched tight, both unwanted cocks pumping into her simultaneously, only avoiding ripping her open by the grace of whatever Gods might exist. But they didn't help with the pain, or the humiliation. She could feel every ridge, every vein of each of them, and no matter their dimensions, they each felt huge when her body was squeezed so tight around them. The rapist in her ass moaned, and she felt him pump his seed deep into her bowels, and then he stepped away, and someone else stepped up and just rammed in, the spearing sending shooting hot pains through her wrinkled ring of muscle. Then the man in her face, licking the her cheek, grunted into her ear and sprayed into her womb, yet another attempt to quicken her with child. For a moment, as he stepped away, she was supported only by the grasping hands clutching at her breasts and the cock buried deeply in her ass, her legs gesticulating wildly, before another pirate stepped in and filled the void, jamming into the channel already dripping with the seed of two other men.
 
For once in her pirate years, she truly needed and wanted help. She never would ask nor tell anyone, but now Bonney only wanted to scream out for it, needing Windslow here. Her eyes flinched, her face cringing with each pump both men gave into her. Though soon her back was arched, her legs wildly kicked as the one in her ass forced her still up though she cried out once more as another thrust up deeper into her. Two having already released into her womb, fear still drilling into her eyes, heart and mind. What if she did become pregnant? She wouldn't be as frightening if a pregnant woman with a sword was fighting you.

Though feeling the rope pushed to the side and a few fingers trying to push into her mouth. Her tongue pushed at the bandanna almost welcoming the fingers before her teeth crunched down on the two disgusting digits, holding on tightly. Wanting to feel the bones of her rapists break. Her tongue pushed the soaked bandanna to the side more before her mouth opened and a light scream was able to escape. Though she felt a hand shoved back over. What she did not want to happen so early to her was going to happen right before her eyes.

She was going to bear a child.
 
The pirates who owned the fingers between her teeth screamed until she let them loose to scream herself. Her scream was cut short by a hand, but that was only clapped over her mouth to shove the gag in tighter, then a stinging slap almost knocked her entirely sideways from her pained perch between the two raping pirates, nearly pulling their agonizing cocks free of her bruised holes. Another slap almost knocked her senseless.

A fist in her hair wrenched her head backward, and she felt the cold kiss of a blade against her throat. The cut on her chin still trickled weakly, so the edge of the knife was enough to occupy her attention while the two rapists grunted and swelled and throbbed and burst deep inside her, almost at the same time, emptying themselves into her body. They pulled out and stepped away, and Bonney found herself forced down to her knees, straddling one naked pirate out of Africa, who grabbed her hips and jammed her down on his stiff thickness, driving her hard and forcing himself deep. Another one knelt behind her, forcing himself into the accustomed position, making her poor abused butthole scream with pain once more.

But the hand in her hair didn't let her go, it forced her head back, keeping the blade tight against her throat. She almost felt as if she'd get cut from just the pressure. Then some one stepped up and smacked a thick meaty cock directly against her cheekbone, almost thumping her in the eye with the leaky head. The pirate slathered his sweaty dickflesh all over her face while hands kept her head steady, and the knife kept her from struggling.
 
Everything happened so fast, both pirates exploding in her before her knees roughly met the deck of the ship. Crying out slightly with the pain of the sudden and rough slapping of her face. Forcing both her head and body to the side a bit, almost to the ground but the two pirates in her holding her up as her cheeks grew red from impact. Her head thrust backwards and once more her screams and cries muffled by the balled up Bandanna in her mouth. Both thrusting hard and deep into her, the one beneath her more so forcing her to bounce up and down on him.

Though she grunted, her head tilting back as she looked up to the pirate before her. The feel of the cool steel against her throat sent shviers down her spine though her head jerked as the pirates large piece of meat met her face. She whimpered as she felt his pre-cum an sweat rubbing all over her skin, along her cheeks and her forehead down to her chin. She knew that if she bit down on him, the knife would slice her. But if she did bite down and he killed her..they would never get the chest open which only made her smirk some.
 
Van Graaf's voice from behind her, her head still being held by hands unseen so she couldn't turn to look. "Bloody fool, what, you're going to kill her before she opens it?"

A meaty smack, and the knife was yanked away from Bonney's throat. The point of the knife hovers immediately in her field of vision right afterward, however.

"No, you threaten to take an eye, you see. Or..." and here she feels her nipple pulled out painfully, and the sharp edge placed at her breast skin... "Or her nips. She eats one for each bite you feel. I mean, she doesn't need to have a face, really, to open that chest."

Through this whole bit, Bonney was clubbed in the face with hot cock meat, and after the knife was given back, another man stepped up. Two smelly pirate dicks rubbed themselves in her face, as she felt the knife point nudge into the abused, bruised skin of her mauled left nipple.

A strange voice purred behind her head, "We ain't gonna have no trouble from them teeth, are we, Cap'n Bonney? There's lots you can lose, breasts and cheeks and fingers and toes, eyes and tongues and ears, all without killing ye..."
 
Bonneys eyes moved to the side to look at the knife but the hands behind her head restrained her from doing so. Though soft whimpers escaped her lips at the feeling of her nipple pulled, the blade against her bruised and beaten breast and the feel of their cocks running along her face. She gagged out a bit though her eyes widened at his words of everything they could do to her, everything they could cut off of her body that would not kill her and she shook her head slowly. "No..no biting." She said and swallowed, she had planned to bite down but with them able to cut off certain parts of her body that would keep her alive only ruined it for her.

Her eyes closed and she waited, her heart pounding. She needed Windslow, she couldn't believe she was thinking that. But she needed him to save here..and she waited.
 
The rope and gag were out of her mouth, and she felt a thick cock nudging at her lips, and the knife moved right back to chill the sore skin right above her nipple. As the man shoved himself into her mouth, his smelly cock pushing into the back of her throat right away, the pirate pumping in her ass throbbed and exploded, and another man, another pirate whose face she'd never know, invaded her anus, her sore and abused ass. The hands gripping her head forced her forward onto the pirate, forcing her to gag, but not letting her back off.

The ropes on her arms made her ache, her groin was becoming nearly numb from the constant abuse, a pirate was orgasming, squirting into her throat, making her choke and cough while another man exploded into her womb. Yet another man pushed into her lips before she even caught her breath. The blade of the knife was cutting just shallowly into her breast. She was in hell.
 
As soon as the rope and gag were from her mouth she opened it to breath in but her breath was cut short but a thick piece of man cock shoved into her mouth. And not just pushed in. Pushed in all the way, feeling the tip brushing the back of her throat and she gagged out on him, her eyes stayed tightly shut. Her body quivering having unwillingly released on the men though now her body was growing numb and weak, her body tossed around for everyone and everything to use. She felt as if she was a rag doll, she couldn't do anything to stop them. That was it for her..her eyes stayed closed.

Her tongue not moving nor her teeth as he gladly thrust himself in and out of her mouth and the two others in and out of her ass and sex. Filling her up more and more, unbearable to her. She almost felt...full. What if they did this to her every night before they reached port? She almost didn't know what to do it felt as if she was losing her sanity with their meat thrust in and out of her body any way they could.
 
Pirates changed out of her, she lost track. It was horrible, horrifying, and just as they were dragging her to her feet, forcing her over to another reclining pirate, when one of the pirates holding her arm suddenly let go. There was a meaty smack and a thump of something hitting the deck. The other man dropped her other arm, and she fell to her knees. Then another hand took her arm, gently, and encouraged her to stand up. Bonney was so numb, it took a few moments for her to summon the energy to look around.

It was Windslow, helping her up with one hand while he held his large pistol on the others. "Frankly, I expected better of you. All of you. Now, I'm going to tend to this woman's wounds, and then we're going to have a reckoning." Once she was on her feet, he let her go, drew a dagger from his belt, and quickly cut her bonds. Her arms came free, and she was standing naked but for her boots, next to Windslow, who put a protective arm around her shoulders. "Capt'n Bonney, please let me help you to my quarters. We'll see to those injuries."

He walked with her through the ring of pirates, who parted before Windslow's pistol. When they were past them, he turned toward the aft, walking her toward his cabin. "Ethel," he whispered, "I was drugged, and I'm actually very weak; I can barely walk. If you can help me tou my cabin, we can lock ourselves in and think of what to do..."
 
It only continued to get worse as they pulled out, pulled her to her feet to stand weakly. Though the feel of the hands letting go of her arms, her knees met the deck roughly and she leaned over. Almost tipping over with how numb and weak her body was. She felt the belt around her wrists being ripped free and she cried out in slight pain as her arms bent and her wrists were rubbed raw, red, cut and bleeding from the leather belt. Though soon she stood up and leaned against Windslow. Her eyes closed and her body almost automatically pressed into his at the feel of a...protective arm.

She never would have accepted the feel of someone trying to protect her or make her feel better but she needed it right now. Her eyes were half-lidded and she nodded her head as she almost drug her feet and legs across the deck, down the stairs and into his quarters. Her face soaked in tears, entering his room and getting the door shut. She fell roughly to her knees and broke down in tears, covered in their sweat and in their seed. Scooting over as she leaned against the wall, she wanted to get off this ship. She needed to get off this ship, her knees hugged to her chest as she found her body quivering on the warm wood floor.
 
Once inside his cabin, with the door closed, Windslow staggered. When Bonney fell to her knees, he almost went with her, but leaned heavily on the table next to the door. He managed to throw the bolt, and then sagged against the doorframe. The drug was still in his system, making his head swim and his limbs want to disobey. It was only through a supreme act of will that he was even conscious right now. But he couldn't take the time to rest, to let the drug work its way out of his system. There was too much to do.

The mutiny, for that is what it was, had not counted on seeing him again. Their surprise and his pistols were all that had kept them away; even in their drunken state, and indeed, though they were all fairly drunk, none of them had wanted a pistol ball in any sensitive area. So he'd bluffed them, gotten a brief respite. But it was only a matter of time, and not much at that, before the mutineers got together and got their nerve up for a full-blown armed attack. He glanced at Bonney. She was his only ally in this, and she... she had her own difficulties.

Pushing himself to his feet, Windslow weaved unsteadily across the cabin to his bunk. He grabbed his sheet and dragged it back with him. Draping it gently over Bonney's shoulders, he half-fell to the deck next to her. Other than giving her the sheet, he didn't touch her; that's the last thing she needed at that time. She was drenched in sweat, fluids, and her own tears, and he desperately wanted to comfort her, but there was no time for that, even if he'd had an idea of how to start. "Ethel," he said softly, hoping his words weren't too slurred by the drug. "Ethel, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't see it coming. I'm sorry you had to suffer. But it's mutiny, now, full on. And once they get organized, they're going to break down that door, kill me for good, and take you back for their pleasure. We don't want that, do we?" He tried to be a little jovial at that, a little light, but even in his state, he could see how it fell flat, so he got serious again.

"Ethel, it's you and me against my whole crew, and neither one of us is in a shape to fight that many. But your crew is still in the brig. If we can get there, we can fight. This time, the tables are turned; the mutineers are drunk, and your crew are rested and sober. But I need your help to get there. Ethel, I know you're hurting, but we need to move. Can you work with me?" He paused, thinking of a different tactic. "We need to get vengeance, Ethel. Revenge."
 
Hugging her knees to her chest she let her tears fall free and down her body onto the hardwood floor beneath her. Peering up, her body jerked as he stood in front of her with the sheet. Her hand trembled up a bit and took it before pulling back, she almost couldn't stand being near...a man. Even though he had been drugged, something could happen and everything that did happen to her only made her more frightened and she wrapped it around herself. Pushing herself up from the floor her legs quivering in pain and in weakness, not able to feel anything in her body.

Bruises forming already on her thighs, stomach and breasts. A black eye forming and yet, her body was all still numb from everything. She nodded her head slowly and she looked down to the floor and closed her eyes as she could see the fluids and fear once more struck her face and quite cruelly this time. What if...? That was the main question in her mind right now, what if they got her pregnant? She feared for that so much right now, not that she didn't like children.

But she was raped by all of those men and with how much they had..released into her. There was no doubt she was pregnant. She wiped her face and she turned on her heel before she glanced around and leaned over, pulling the pistol from his holster and her eyes turned from fear and into rage. Sure she was weak but she was angered enough that she could just kill them all right now. Though she sighed and set it back down into it, knowing she coudln't go out in just the sheet and try to fight them off.

After all, they could easily hear each and every drunken men standing out behind the door. Moving over, her clothes had been ripped and shredded, she found that she was able to use some of his clothes. A white button up shirt, one that was overly big but buttoned it up and pulled on a pair of his pants and tucked the bottoms into her boots. Grabbing a belt and wrapping it around, she was dressed once again. It looked as if nothing had happened to her, but if someone could look beyond her clothing they would see a used, bruised and beaten body. She grabbed the pistol once more and she turned, leavig to the door, to unlock it and step out.
 
Windslow had let her draw his pistol, and let her ransack his chest of clothes. He politely avoided watching her as she cleaned herself up a little and dressed herself, instead busying himself with painstakingly filling a canvas bag with loaded pistols and any bladed weapons he could find. However, when she took up his pistol and started for the door, he intercepted her.

"Are you suicidal, lass? One shot and one blade against at least 10 able bodied ones? Ethel, I know you're hurt, and I know you want vengeance, but play it smart. There's one thing I'm good at, it's what my career is based on, and that's planning. I think I have a plan, but you just have to work with me and not do anything suicidal. And we get your crew, and we cleanse this ship, and you get your revenge. Can you do this, Ethel?"

He wanted to grab her, to impress upon her the seriousness of the situation, but he couldn't touch her, not after what she'd been through. A part of his brain noticed how good she looked in his clothing, but again, not appropriate.
 
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