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I had a wonderful Pirate RP started with a sweet lady, but she has had to drop out of most of her RPs due to school. So read and let me know if something like this interests you this matches your style. Below was her opener and my response. If interested, please PM me to discuss how you might choose to do a pirate adventure.
Lan.
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Asha frowned as the captain paced before her. The woman was so much smaller than she was and she had the sexy curvy body that so many Spaniard women did. Why couldn't she be slim and wiry like her cousins? Why did she have to inherit her father's size an mass? Back home it wouldn't have been a problem. The men liked larger women and if she was strong then she made a good warrior's wife. Amidst this crew, however, she stuck out like a sore thumb. There were many different races aboard including some Africans and former Caribbean slaves. She had a good five inches at least on all of them...including the men. She was a freak.
"I want you to deal with him, Asha." The captain finally spoke and she didn't have to ask who she was talking about. Their recent captive was less than thrilled to be there and he made it painfully clear to all of the crew. Some of the girls had come up covered in food, others had come up red faced and angry. Asha had never been below decks to see their captive but she had heard much about him. "I don't care how just make sure he's mostly in one piece." Asha smiled a dangerous smile and nodded her head, tightly braided curls falling into her face. She could certainly make this white man mind.
She left the captain's cabin without a word, as she so often did, and made her way to the brig. This was going to be...interesting. "Out." Was all she had to say to make the two women who were guarding the man scurry up the ladder. She then made her way into the light, settling herself on a large crate and staring at the man. "You are very small for someone 'oo 'as caused so much trouble." She said slowly in her thick Jamaican accent.
(my reply)
Boots , the Cabin boy had listened to the conversation as he tidied up. That Scots Laird was going to catch it now. He had been taken two days ago from the same ship and he had little sympathy for the egotistical man. The man had smacked him when he'd decided his boots weren't shiny enough. Others of the crew had been crueler.
Strangely, since he arrived on this freebooter ship, his life had been better. The captain only seemed to notice him when she needed something. Most of the crew seem to have taken him as a mascot. He was small for his age, shorter than almost all the crew. Most surprising had been the giantess Asha, who had been extremely gentle with him and had broken the neck of the man beating him to pack his bag to escape the pirates. He had not been able to walk that day, and she had carried him over.
He'd wondered how he'd been accepted so well. Had Asha said something to the captain and crew. His chores done, he tagged along after the big amazon. "Hey Asha, I know a secret about the Scot." He grabbed her big hand with both of his and leaned back playfully. "His funny bag that goes over that patterned skirt...if it gets dirty, he has a fit. It means a ton to him...you might get his cooperation. Is that worth a big Asha hug?" He was somewhat innocent, but not so much that being hugged by a woman with breasts like large melons didn't thrill him.
After departing, he got a snack from the cook, the only other male on board. Snacking here was allowed and encouraged in his case. It was wonderful.
Returning to the washroom, he began to scrub bras and undies. It was hard to do with this harsh soap.
In the brig, Laird Dougal MacDougal of the Keiths was sneering at the two fleeing women. Serve him swill would they? He'd show them! But when the giantess pulled open his cell he stood and worried. He was pretty tall, but she topped even him by four inches.
"All right Ye mickle mare. What d'Ye want here? To take me order for real food?"
Lan.
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Asha frowned as the captain paced before her. The woman was so much smaller than she was and she had the sexy curvy body that so many Spaniard women did. Why couldn't she be slim and wiry like her cousins? Why did she have to inherit her father's size an mass? Back home it wouldn't have been a problem. The men liked larger women and if she was strong then she made a good warrior's wife. Amidst this crew, however, she stuck out like a sore thumb. There were many different races aboard including some Africans and former Caribbean slaves. She had a good five inches at least on all of them...including the men. She was a freak.
"I want you to deal with him, Asha." The captain finally spoke and she didn't have to ask who she was talking about. Their recent captive was less than thrilled to be there and he made it painfully clear to all of the crew. Some of the girls had come up covered in food, others had come up red faced and angry. Asha had never been below decks to see their captive but she had heard much about him. "I don't care how just make sure he's mostly in one piece." Asha smiled a dangerous smile and nodded her head, tightly braided curls falling into her face. She could certainly make this white man mind.
She left the captain's cabin without a word, as she so often did, and made her way to the brig. This was going to be...interesting. "Out." Was all she had to say to make the two women who were guarding the man scurry up the ladder. She then made her way into the light, settling herself on a large crate and staring at the man. "You are very small for someone 'oo 'as caused so much trouble." She said slowly in her thick Jamaican accent.
(my reply)
Boots , the Cabin boy had listened to the conversation as he tidied up. That Scots Laird was going to catch it now. He had been taken two days ago from the same ship and he had little sympathy for the egotistical man. The man had smacked him when he'd decided his boots weren't shiny enough. Others of the crew had been crueler.
Strangely, since he arrived on this freebooter ship, his life had been better. The captain only seemed to notice him when she needed something. Most of the crew seem to have taken him as a mascot. He was small for his age, shorter than almost all the crew. Most surprising had been the giantess Asha, who had been extremely gentle with him and had broken the neck of the man beating him to pack his bag to escape the pirates. He had not been able to walk that day, and she had carried him over.
He'd wondered how he'd been accepted so well. Had Asha said something to the captain and crew. His chores done, he tagged along after the big amazon. "Hey Asha, I know a secret about the Scot." He grabbed her big hand with both of his and leaned back playfully. "His funny bag that goes over that patterned skirt...if it gets dirty, he has a fit. It means a ton to him...you might get his cooperation. Is that worth a big Asha hug?" He was somewhat innocent, but not so much that being hugged by a woman with breasts like large melons didn't thrill him.
After departing, he got a snack from the cook, the only other male on board. Snacking here was allowed and encouraged in his case. It was wonderful.
Returning to the washroom, he began to scrub bras and undies. It was hard to do with this harsh soap.
In the brig, Laird Dougal MacDougal of the Keiths was sneering at the two fleeing women. Serve him swill would they? He'd show them! But when the giantess pulled open his cell he stood and worried. He was pretty tall, but she topped even him by four inches.
"All right Ye mickle mare. What d'Ye want here? To take me order for real food?"
