The L Word (Marie and Russian)

[Marie Massacre]

Adrielle, known to the other nobles and her friends as Ellie, try to look around. She had just woken up. She wasn't sure where she was. All she was remembered was her father telling her to hide as quickly as she could, and a man in black and red finding her. The everything went black. She remembered now, pirates. She tried to move, but her hands were bound. She wasn't sure it was a good a idea, but she let out a loud scream. Knowing someone had to hear her.

Alex cursed when he heard her scream. He bolted to the storage area. Pulling her from the crate he'd put her in and pulled her to her feet outside. "Shut the hell up, you're going to get me in trouble. And you don't want me in trouble now do you?" He asked.

"Go to hell pirate!" Ellie said spitting on him. Alex wiped the spit from his face, backhanding her. Sending her to the floor of the ship, which caused her to cry out. He knelt down next to her, his hand raised to hit her again.

 

[Russian Vodka]

Captain Gareth Williams was busy talking with the first mate at that point in time. They'd just robbed and sunk a trade vessel coming from Europe to the Carribean. His men had loaded all of value on board, taking care of the crew and the guests on the other ship before sinking it. His lot was a ruthless one, cunning and skilled as he was, he was the one who commandeered them. And now they were headed for Tortuga, they needed to get rid of their latest plunders, make some money so the crew could get their share.

Though he was unaware of what was happening, one of the men soon came to him, mentioning he'd heard a scream, someone female, when he'd been helping the cook. The two begun talking, Gareth obviously interested in finding out about this new rumour, though he wasn't too worried about searching the ship. Usually females didn't last very long on board.

 

[Marie Massacre]

Ellie felt him just beating her for a while until she stopped screaming. He forced a gag into her mouth, tears beginning to fall down her cheeks. Looking up at him. He looked ragged. Her ripped her underwear off, pulling up her dress. Rolling her over onto her front. Tears pouring down her cheeks. He moved on foot so his boot was resting against her cheek. Holding her face down as he dragged her hips back up. Pulling back to spit on her nether regions. Smearing it around a bit, before unbuckling his pants and pulling his manhood from them. Pushing into her with little remorse. Breaking her hymen and sending blood pouring down her thighs. She spit out the make shift gag and screamed, very loudly.

 

[Russian Vodka]

Gareth soon heard the loud scream, making him bolt. "Downstairs Marco!" He yelped to the first mate who joined him. He already had a pistol out as he flung himself down into the hold of the ship. He could tell where the noise was coming from exactly. Though as they arrived, he saw Alex, one of the more ruthless men under his command, making him snarl. "You miserable, mudbuttoned maggot of a bastard woman's womb!" He roared, pulling out his pistol. If Marco hadn't grabbed his shoulder, he would've fired it straight into Alex's face, though as he was moved, his aim went off, the bullet slamming into his hip, shattering the bone, though not pushing through.

 

[Marie Massacre]

Ellie was sobbing on the floor. Tears pouring down her cheeks, her entire body was shaking. It was obvious what he had been doing to her from the fact that her entire lower body was still exposed. Blood soaking her dress. She quickly scampered away, hiding behind some barrels. A trail of blood leading the way to her. She pulled her knees up to her chest, tears pouring down her face.

 

[Russian Vodka]

Gareth pulled himself from Marco, seeing the girl on the floor as he knelt next to her. "Come. Arms around my neck." He told her, lifting her up, letting her get her arms around his neck. "Don't fight or I might end up dropping you." He warned her as he begun walking, easily, along the rocking ship, down towards his private cabin.

 

[Marie Massacre]

Ellie fought a bit at first, pushing his hands away. Obviously scared he'd just pick up where the other man had left off. Tears pouring down her cheeks. But then she stopped fighting. Wrapping her arms around him, not fighting him. Still sobbing though as he carried her. She didn't know where he was taking her, but every man on the ship had heard her screams.

 

[Russian Vodka]

Moving into the cabin, Gareth had ignored every man on the way, ignored how her blood had stained his shirt as he put her down on the bed, removing his loose shirt, letting her see his upper body. "Marco! Get me some bandages, hot water and some clean rags!" He yelled, the first mate nodding from the doorway as he went to get the items mentioned. He then turned back to her. "How did you end up on board of my ship?" He asked her curiously.

 

[Marie Massacre]

"I... I don't know... My father told me to hide... And I did... A man found me and everything went black... I woke up and he hit me again..." Ellie said. It was obvious she was being honest. She had no idea what was happening, or why she was there. She was sobbing softly. "If anything you should be able to tell me..." She spoke with a soft voice, and an obvious British accent.

 

[Russian Vodka]

Hearing her story, Gareth nodded. She was able to tell just where her accent came from. "Well, you're aboard the Royal Duchess." He told her, letting his arms wide. He was obviously muscular, though not to the extreme. "A privateer sailing currently under French colours." He told her with a smug grin. "They pay the best for any British vessel we sink in return for the captain's logs." He told her, knowing there was a sizeable stack on the table in the room.

 

[Marie Massacre]

"Then my parents are dead..." Ellie said softly. Looking up at him. "I should have known...." She closed her eyes. Her pelvic area aching. She hated that bastard for what he'd done to her. He took her innocence, he ruined her for the mans he would eventually marry.

 

[Russian Vodka]

"I apologise for your loss." Gareth said, moving towards her. "But I am a privateer, and my contract states that I'm not obliged to take prisoners." He told her calmly, hearing Marco coming back in with the water, rags and bandages. "Now, lie on your back and let me tend to your wounds." He told her, moving the bowl of water to the bedside table, followed by the rags and bandages next to her on the bed.

 

[Marie Massacre]

Ellie laid back on the bed. Her dress covering her now. Not letting him see much, the dress covered most everything. She would let him move it out of the way if he was so intent on cleaning her up. She knew the bandages wouldn't help with where the damage was, but she's let him try if he didn't try to do the same thing.

 

[Russian Vodka]

Gareth wasn't interested in doing the same thing to her that Alex had done. He moved in with a wet rag, letting her feel him wash her lower body, her nether regions too, cleaning the blood off before applying pressure, using the bandages to cover as much as possible before locking it off tightly, letting a rag remain there to soak as much blood as it could. "Do you want a drink to help calm the pain?" He asked her as he finished up.