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Kidnapped by Pirates

"Men are very possessive." Lucille answered, rolling her eyes a bit. She sounded very much like her grandmother in teaching the ways of being a woman, and not a low-lying whore. "They want their women to be their own. If you are not a virgin, you are partially belonging to someone else." After than, she made a disgusted noise as he continued to move towards her, not letting her have any personal space. "I am not enoying myself, captain, so you need not worry about that."

Pushing herself towards the very edge of the bed, she made a loud huff, and then closed her eyes once more, pretending to ignore him. But the fact was, it was very hard to ignore such a man. Yes, he was slightly annoying, but he was gorgeous, and at least somewhat entertaining. Still, it would be nice to get a few minutes of peaceful post-sleep rest. "Now, don't you have.... pirate things to do?"
 
He chuckled, "oh but taking advantage of young women is a very piratey thing to do lass." Ah, this girl was proving to be entertaining. Reaching by the side of the bed he pulled up the half-empty bottle of rum from before. "Here we go, nothing like some spitfire to start the day." He took a generous swig, feeling the burn of the alcohol down his throat and letting out a content sigh. He once again pushed it towards her. "Drink," he ordered. She didn't like it before, but after enough tries he knew she'd grow to like it. Alcohol had that effect on people.

"Bah, I don't see much reason fer that." He told her as he pressed the bottle into her hands. "I remember a village of natives on a far away island, the girls would fuck any man they wanted and by God did they want to fuck almost every man on the ship." He lay his head back at the memory, thinking back on those times. "Course having a virgin is most pleasin' as well, just to see the reactions."
 
Lucille took the bottle from him, if only to keep him quiet. She took a small sip, and then shoved it back towards him. Her nose wrinkled, and she stuck her tongue out in disgust. "Its revolting." She gagged, and then wiped her tongue on her arm. Still, it did wake her up a bit. Sitting in bed, she rolled her eyes at him. "I wasn't referring to savages and pirates. I don't care what their opinion on women is." She huffed.

"Generals, nobles, dashing philosophers... Their opinion matters. What you want in a woman has absolutely no affect on me." Kicking the sheets off of her, and directly onto him, she got out of bed, and went towards the area her kitten was perching. Gently stroking the gray fur, she sighed. "Now do I get to eat something?"
 
He pulled the covers off his face, only smirking at her despite her attitude. "You have alot to learn about the world girly. In this world those oh-so-dashing and wonderful nobles and generals of the land are by far the most corrupt and savage men than any I've sailed with." He kicked back the covers, revealing himself again as naked as she was as he got to his feet and walked over to a small barrel in the corner. "Trust me lass, the only difference between them and me is that their profession is legal."

Digging into the barrel he pulled out a pair of juicy apples and an orange, something that was quite rare on a ship of this sort. "Eat up," he said as he tossed them to her one at a time. "Those spoil fast at sea, so we're feasting on 'em fast."
 
Lucille rolled her eyes at the captain, ignoring his comments. "You can say what you like. They didn't raid a town for no apparent reason." Sighing, she caught the fruit, and set it on the counter. Walking towards the side of the bed, she picked up her clothes, and began to redress herself. It wasn't exactly comfortable to walk around naked on a ship.

Once she was dressed she went back to the fruit, and took a bite. "Do you have a bit of meat?" She asked, looking towards the small Antoinette. Cats would eat fruit, but she was sure her pampered feline was going to be difficult. Letting out another sigh, she began to devour the apple. "Is there any way that you could... bathe today? Clean the sheets? This room is disgusting. I would be much more likely to do what you wanted if I was staying somewhere with hygiene."
 
Rogers leaned forward, giving her a big theatrical bow. "Why of course my lady, whatever you say. I'll have the boys change the linens and sweep up. Lord knows they've been wanting to spruce up the place." The sarcasm was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. "And I believe my first mate saw some storm clouds approaching, so we have the rain to clean us by later in the afternoon." Little did she know that was the complete truth in terms of how pirates bathed.

Stopping with his teasing he walked over to her, leaning over her and giving her a smug grin. "You will do as I say whether you like it or not Miss Lucille. Do not forget, I am the man in charge on this ship and you are nothing more than my captive."
 
Once again rolling her eyes, Lucille paid no attention to Rogers' sarcasm. Instead, she focused completely on her breakfast and the kitten beside her. "As long as you get the stench off of you." She muttered as he moved towards her. And whether or not she wanted to be completely unafraid of him, there was still a pit of sickness in her stomach when he leaned right over her.

"Just because someone is in charge doesn't mean people listen." She sent him a cold glare. "You don't listen to the king, nor any other authority figure. Your a hypocrite yourself." Huffing, she finished her apple, and set the core to the side. Peeling her orange, she offered him a slice. "Citrus is a good smell."
 
He took the slice and popped it into his mouth, eating it with satisfaction. "The smell may be pleasant, but you best be getting used to the smell of seawater and tar. On this ship that's the best you'll get." He turned away from her and rustled up some of his own clothing, putting on the finer clothes of a Captain.

"You're still young and naive, you think that piracy was my first choice?" He placed his hat on, glaring at her a bit at her backtalk. "I was one of your kings finest privateers, fighting against the Spanish in the war." That was true, and as he told her he clenched his fist as the memory came back. Turning to face her he grabbed her arm and starting dragging her towards the door. "Now, we have business to take care of before the day is through."
 
Lucille didn't look up from her meal when he spoke. Instead she focused completely on one spot on the floor, too scared to look up. She could sense anger. Sarcasm, hitting, cutting - she could handle that. It was yelling that made her cringe. She feared people being angry at her, yelling at her. It always made her freeze and silence herself. Even so, when he grabbed her arm, she snapped out of her 'trance'.

"What business?" She asked, trying to get to her feet. Fighting a bit, she thrashed her arms from side to side, and kicked a bit. She didn't like being dragged anywhere either. Still, as they went out the door, she made sure that Antoinette was still in the room as the door closed. She didn't know what she would do without that cat. "I can walk by myself, ya know!"
 
On the deck many of the pirates were already hard at work. Men called to each other as they worked the rigging and swabbed the deck, keeping the ship in shape for sailing and combat. While they were an unruly lot they knew what they were doing and like clockwork they brought The Good Fortune to life.

Roger brought Lucille to the center deck, calling out to his men. "Alright lads, we have us here the girl who is going to get us the bounty we deserve!" The men let out a hearty "yarr" and some gave her a leer, having tasted her last night. None of the other girls were on deck, stashed below for later use so she was truly alone amongst these men.

"No one's to be touchin' her!" he ordered. "We need her looking in one piece for her father so the son of a bitch will pay us the ransom. Anyone layin' a finger on her will answer to me!" He grolwed the last part, making sure they understood. "Now then, how much do you think we should ask him for? After sampling her delights I was thinking we should raise the price a tad." That got a good laugh from the men.
 
Lucille could only blush as she was pulled to center stage on the deck. She wanted to jab at this captain, to run back and hide beneath the covers. It wasn't hope, but it was the closest thing she got to being alone. But she didn't say a word the entire time, and instead gave Rogers a nasty glare, her bright blue eyes glazing over until they looked like ice.

After a moment of being laughed and toyed at, she elbowed him, but only slightly - not enough to even spook the man. She didn't want any more trouble. Wrangling her wrist out of his hand she stomped her foot. "I don't know why you need me out here to make this decision. Let me go back into the cabin. Or at least go see the other girls."
 
The crowd of pirates let out an "ooh" and several cat calls at her outburst, laughing at her predicament. Roger held up his hands in mock surrender, playing along with the little show. "Now please Miss Lucille, I was only trying to pay you a compliment regarding your fine figure to the men. Didn't mean no disrespect." He chuckled and whistled for one of the men to come forward, a large hulk of a African who wore little else but his breeches. "Take her to see the other girls Ceaser," Roger's ordered, "no doubt the princess wants to meet with her subjects."

Ceaser nodded and grabbed Lucille roughly by the arm, dragging her below deck to the holds. It was dark down there, lit only by a few lanterns. One could hear the sound of rats scurrying about, truly a dreadful place.

Soon enough she was brought to the end of the hold, were no less than fifteen young girls were all being held in the room that had been turned into a makeshift brothel. There clothes were in different states of dissaray, some wearing next to nothing. The only real mercy they had were the blankets and few pillows that lined the floor, though in many places it held the stains of spilled seed and virgin blood from the rapes that had taken place the night before. Several of the girls looked up at Lucille as she entered, being either friends or maids from her estate.
 
Lucille's face turned beet red at all the cat calls thrown her way. But despite her disposition, she didn't drop her head. She glared at Roger and the men around him, wishing they would all drop dead on spot. Still, it was a bit of a shock when the large man grabbed her by the arm. She wanted to kick at him, but she hadn't gone through with longings in quite some time.

As they went below deck, she began to recognize faces. Of maids, of friends, acquaintances... All bruised, bloody, and terribly depressed. The blond girl gulped at the sight. What could she do to help? Nothing! She was just as much a captive as they were! But she had been brought above ground...

Lucille went over to the other side of the room, where a few girls backed up in fear, not recognizing her as a woman. "Are you alright?" She asked quietly, knowing very well they weren't. Picking up clothes off the floor, she gently placed them on a table, and looked around. No one seemed to be speak. As if they had all become mute. "Why the hell are we down here?" One girl snapped, sounding on the verge of tears. Lucille couldn't answer, feeling her own eyes well up. Instead, she began to walk to the other part of the lower ship. Grabbing blankets, pillows, some large shirts and breeches, she ran over to the girls. "Here. Try and make due with these items. We might get off still, you just have to be patient."
 
It was several hours before Roger came down for her, finding her amidst the girls and trying to make things better for them. He gave her credit there, she didn't back down when it came to helping her people, and he could respect that. "Ahoy there girl!" he called out to her, ignoring the other women. "It be time for your father to be making his payment for ye, so get ready to be shoving off."

As he said this some girls looked hopeful at the possibility of leaving, but right behind Roger was a couple of pirates who broke that hope, leering at the girls as they moved in for another fucking. It was obvious the deal only applied to Lucille.
 
Lucille only hung her head when they mentioned taking her home. She knew these girls wouldn't be coming with her, and whats worse, they had such terrible conditions! She had a lump in her throat, and merely nodded in his direction, slowly exiting the room and climbing up the ladder. Once on deck, she turned around, her head still somewhat drooping.

"You really should let those girls go." She mumbled, and then began to move towards his cabin, avoiding the glances from the other men. "They never did anything to you." Sighing, she opened his door, and found Antoinette on the bed. Scooping up her kitten, she held her against her bosom. "Its terrible you can watch them suffer like that."
 
Roger let his men past to enjoy the girls as he led her back to his cabin for her kitten. He laughed a bit at her request, knowing she didn't know what the other girls fate would be. "Aye, maybe so, but your colony can't really afford the ransom I would like for them. I know a good brothel that would pay good money for them, so that's were they'll go."

Taking her by the arm he pulled her outside again, pointing towards a rowboat that moved slowly in the water towards them from her island home. "There be your father's ride and ransom. It was a pleasure Miss Lucille.
 
Lucille huffed as she was pulled outside. Watching the rowboat, she wiggled out of his grasp, and just stared into the water. "Fine then. You have no reason to be near me. Go get the money and let me leave." She raised her chin a bit, a stared into the water. The small gray kitten looked at Roger with a bit of dismay, she had liked that man. He was big and warm and gave her food.

Still, as the boat came, Lucille felt herself getting more and more nervous. There was only one man in the boat, and she wasn't too sure she recognized him. Licking her lips, she glanced around a bit. What if this wasn't going to go as planned?
 
Roger was getting a little concerned himself. There was only one rower on the boat, something that didn't make much sense. Usually father's would send groups of solders or armed men with the ransom to make sure their family were returned, or even come along themselves. Why only send the one?

Roger would soon find his answers as the rowboat came up along the side of the ship and a line was cast down for him. The pirates all gathered round, being held back by the large African to keep their distance so the man had his space. Eventually the rower made his way to the deck by the rope ladder, revealing himself to be an ugly, hunch-backed man that Lucille would recognize as working with some of the barn animals. He came up to Roger and handed him a letter and turned to leave without a word.

"Hold on a tic," Roger snapped at him, "what it blazes is this all about?"

The hunchback looked back and shrugged, "that's all I was paid fer. I'll be taking my leave now."

Roger stared at the man as if he had grown another head as the hunchback left, looking over the letter that had been given to him. As his eyes scanned the paper he let out a chuckle, which turned into a laugh, which then turned into side-splitting chortle. As he laughed he handed the letter to Lucille, his men still confused over the letter and wondering where their money was.

It wasn't coming. The letter was her father's notice that he would not be paying the ransom, the price being far too high as he knew the pirates would take advantage of her and thus her value as a marriageable girl had fallen.
 
Lucille watched in utter horror as the one man climbed up the ship, handed the letter, and left. Her heart seemed to stop beating, and the small kitten even seemed to be surprised. She heard a deadly chuckle come from Roger, and she didn't even want to read the letter. Before he could hand it to her, a burst of anger ran through her. She rushed to the man who had brought the letter, and with a harsh shove, she pushed him over the side of the ship, and into the water.

Her face was red with anger as she watched the man flail in the water, moving back towards the row boat. She picked up the letter without a word off the ground, and ran back into the cabin. Her entire face was stinging as she sat Antoinette down on the bed, before moving on herself. Opening the letter, a warm salty tear fell from her eyes, and onto the paper, ruining a few words. But as she scanned down the short note from her father, she still got the message. More and more tears fell, until the paper was more modern art than a letter.

She tossed the parchment aside, and screamed into a pillow, feeling completely and utterly useless. How could her father not want her back? How could her family betray her in such a way? Leave her alone on this ship, with these men, to be violated - and most likely killed. She kicked the sheets before moving under them, taking the gray animal with her. And there she stayed, hidden from the world, sobbing.
 
All the pirates laughed as the man splashed about in the water, trying to get back into his boat but having trouble gripping the sides sue to his deformity. Roger was the only one to hold his tongue, his own mirth already settled to be replaced with annoyance. He had been counting on Lucille to fetch him a good amount of silver, not fir her father to leave her to the wolves. Even Roger had to admit, that was a mark of a evil to abandon ones flesh like that. Though Roger may not have been completely innocent, no doubt having some bastard child somewhere on the shores of a raided village.

Following Lucile he entered his cabin, finding her just as he expected. "Well, you're in quite a bind now lass." He told her, closing the door behind him. "You're father has made it clear he won't be paying the ransom, so what are we to do with you..."

He tapped his chin in thought, "Well, I suppose you'd still fetch a fine price at one of the brothels in Tortuga. That may be the right move..."
 
Lucille didn't move when Roger's came in. She kept crying, but despite his words, it slowly seemed to clear up. She was filled more with anger now than anything else. Eventually, she was merely sniffling. "I don't care." She lied. Turning her cheek on the pillow, she looked at the man. "Every other girl is going there... Why not me..." She sighed heavily, and then rolled over, covering herself with a blanket.

"But can I at least stay here until then?" Her voice was low, and her eyes barely looked up. The small kitten gently nuzzled against her, trying to cheer her master up, but Lucille remained in the same position. Keeping her head close to the pillow, she continued to sniffle, her breath heavy. "I mean, its not my fault my father doesn't want me."
 
Roger tapped his chin in thought. "Interesting request lass. You see, there really isn't much incentive for me to keep you up in me cabin. It would be the gentlemanly thing to do, but I am far from the gentlemen."

An occasion such as this (one were he just lost quite a bit of silver) required some heavy drinking, so Roger pulled out another rum bottle. "You're a feisty girl, and that can be troubling after a time. It would be easier on me ears if I just sent you down to the other whores-to-be below."

He drank strait from the bottle, letting out a satisfied gasp as he finished off half of it in one go. "Unless of course, you make it worth my while."
 
Lucille grumbled as Roger spoke, obviously not wanting to hear whatever he was rambling about. Still, at his last statement she curled the blankets around her, covering the top of her head. After a moment she looked much like a human cocoon. Curling up into a ball, she didn't speak or move, as if she was trying to hide from him.

She remained in that position for quite some time. Minutes ticked by, but eventually she felt the heat in the blankets to be too much, and she poked out her head for air. "Its not fair." She said after a moment of breathing. "I lost a lot here too. Its not as if I want to stay on this ship. So why won't you leave me be?"
 
Roger only laughed and strode over to her, sitting on the bed and grabbing her chin so she was looking at him. "Girl, you didn't lose anything. You were cast aside, thrown out!"

He took another deep swig and grinned at her. "You sit there, crying over how you lost your home and life but look what they did for you! Your father threw you to the wolves when it was too "inconvenient" for him. Look at the truth girl, how good could that life had been if your family doesn't care enough to save ye?"

It was cold, hard, and it was the truth. Roger held her the bottle. "Life isn't fair girl, but I can be." He pressed the bottle into her hands, knowing she didn't care for it but knowing she had little choice. "I can either toss you in the brig with the other girls, let every man on the ship have his way with you, or you can stay in my cabin." He looked her in the eye as he leaned back on the bed. "But like I said, why should I keep a girl like you in here, away from the others? What do I gain from it?"
 
"I did too!" Lucille whined back at him. "I lost everything that was mine. I had enough possessions on my own that I could buy my freedom back from you. Trust me, you might have looted the town but you didn't get half of my family's wealth."

Sighing, she wiped her hand on the opening of the bottle, and took a small drink. Pushing it back towards him, she flopped onto the bed, and pulled her curls out of her face. "You gain the knowledge that you did a kind act...?" She had to grin at the suggestion, and then rolling over to face him, she gave the man a hug. "You could just be very nice and let me stay here and sleep."
 
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