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The Only Rules That Matter: Exploration (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

“Maybe we can even find one of those websites, do it live?” Jenny asked, sounding excited. Or should we edit it first and claim they're deleted scenes? Those movies are trash though, I'm not even in them!”

“I like the website idea,” John declared, emerging from the closet. “Might be fun to splice them into a bootleg copy, though. Torrent the thing, just to see what happens. And they’re not that bad!”

“Who'm I supposed to be while we redo this scene?” Jenny demanded, indignant. “Not that tart!"

John laughed, fumbling with the tripod. “Well, if we’re reshooting this scene, you’d be the fearsome Red Jenny, captured by the notorious Captain Jack Sparrow and used for his wicked pleasure!” He got the camera locked in place. “Unless you wantto put a wig on and pretend to be Liz - just to fuck with Will, really.” He flashed her a grin, then checked the alignment of the camera. “Probably not, though. Anyway, you wanna finish the scene first, or hit play and follow along? I figure we can tie you to the bed, either way.”
 
"Well Red Jenny isn't in the fucking movies, is she?" Jenny argued as he dug in a closet and she pulled out a laptop, searching for a site and making a throw-away account. "How're we supposed to sell it as deleted scenes if I'm not in them? And of course you like them; Johnny's got you to a T." She generally vacillated between calling the movies trash for having nothing about her or their children, and laughing in delight just because John had been played so perfectly. They'd set it a little later than it had happened, though, and Mistress Ching had been quite old, much to her disgust. "And if I wanted to fuck with Will," she added with a crooked smile, "I'd just...well, fuck with him. Or fuck him. Either way. Oh!" Her eyes lit up. "If this does well I can put on the wig and fuck Will and make a mint!"

With the camera set up John offered to either finish the scene or play along. Jenny pursed her lips in thought for a few moments. "Let's follow along," she decided. "Reviews said the film was good, just the production value was horrible. Should we give 'em a strip show first? Or do you wanna tear my clothes off my body and rape me like you did her?"
 
“If this does well, then remember the movies have a me and Wll and Liz triangle going on,” John laughed. “So you’d need to put on the wig and fuck both of us.” He scratched his chin, considering. “You wouldn’t make a convincing Liz, though. You’re nowhere near flat chested enough.” He checked the camera one more time. “Anyway, how do you want to do this?”

“Let's follow along," she decided. "Reviews said the film was good, just the production value was horrible.”

“Fair enough,” John agreed, grabbing the remote and rewinding. “Hang on.” He tapped the r it’d button on th camera, and then the play button on the remote. In the big screen, the sword fight ‘raged’.

“Should we give 'em a strip show first?” Jenny asked. “Or do you wanna tear my clothes off my body and rape me like you did her?"

John watched the screen for a moment, then stepped in front of the camera and grabbed her by the throat. “Kill you?" he quoted along with the movie. “Oh, no. There are far better uses for a lovely wench like you." His grip tightened, just a little, as he cupped and squeezed her breast through her shirt. “Many better uses.”

His fingers hooked in her neckline, tearing her shirt open to the waist. Then he pushed her to her knees, transferring his grip to her curly red hair as he did. “Many uses,” he repeated, opening his fly and rubbing the slick head of his cock against her lips.
 
"Oh the horror!" Jenny faked terror at the thought of having to fuck both of them, giggling when he asserted that she wasn't flat-chested enough. "Well it's porn; I doubt they'll be terribly upset about Elizabeth having bigger tits. You and Will are just very convincing Johnny and Orlando lookalikes, you know."

Now this wasn't fair; he already knew his lines! Jenny recalled them as best she could, though the TV was probably quiet enough that the pervs watching wouldn't notice if she messed up a little. John's hand shot out to her throat, squeezing her throat and then her breast. She gasped in surprise as he ripped her shirt open, then pushed her to her knees. She moaned and took his entire shaft into his mouth, her head bobbing up and down for a beat or two, before she brought her lips to his head. Then she remembered that the girl had remembered she was supposed to be resisting.

"I'll never be your whore!" she declared dramatically. "I'll die first!"
 
On the screen, if he cared to look, he could watch himself fucking his ginger costar’s sweet mouth. For first, if she hadn’t been a good lay, Although it might be that fucking her on camera made the memories hotter. But then Jenny let his dick slip from her mouth as he echoed the actress’ line: “I'll never be your whore!" she declared dramatically. "I'll die first!"

Shit! He had a little ne here! What was it? Oh, yes... “I have better plans than killing you,” he repeated along with his onscreen image. He watched himself grab his costar’s hair and drive his cock back into her mouth, then followed suit. More or less. Knowing Jenny better and knowing that she had a taste for rough treatment, he jerked her head back and gripped her “I’ll show you what it means to defy Captain Jack!” he announced nicer, squeezing to force her mouth open. He gripped his cock with his free hand, forcing his blunt head past her lips until he could feel it pressing against the back of her throat. “Suck that dick,” he growled, turning a little to give the camera a better shot of her tits and his spit-slick dick pumping in and out of her mouth. “Suck it Ike your life depends on it!”
 
Jenny moaned around his shaft, sucking obediently as she looked up at her husband. He was treating her a little rougher than it looked like he had the little ginger...good. He turned to the camera a little and she tilted her body as well, knowing that whoever was watching would probably also want to see more of her tits. Pervs probably couldn't wait to watch her being raped...but it was all in good fun. She sucked hard on John's cock, moaning around it, before sliding her lips up his shaft and sucking on his head before letting it come out of her mouth with a soft pop.

"Why? Because you can't give it to me like a real man?" she challenged along with the ginger. With a grin she licked up his shaft with just the tip of her tongue, teasing his head and enjoying his reactions. Her cunt ached for him, to be used and abused the way it looked like the girl on screen was about to get it. And the best part was that people would pay actual money to watch it happen.
 
"Why?" Jenny laughed, echoing the cheesy dialogue of his costar. "Because you can't give it to me like a real man?"

Well, fuck. How was his line supposed to go? He'd been too busy enjoying the feel of Jenny's lips on his dick to pay much attention to the screen, so he'd missed what he'd said originally. So, by way of improvisation, he slapped his wife. Not hard, just enough to turn her head towards the camera. Sound effects could be added in post-production, after all. "Is that what you think?" he mocked, trying to sound menacing instead of just barely avoiding bursting into laughter. "Well, you Irish slut, you've never had anyone like Captain Jack Sparrow!"

On the screen, he was busily shackling his costar to the ship's wheel - a daft idea, that, but it did look hot. Maybe they should have set the camera up on deck? Oh well, no matter. He settled for grabbing Jenny's hair and throwing her across the bed, then using his weight to hold her in place as he grabbed the shackles she kept under the bed for special occasions. They clicked with a satisfying metallic sound as he looped them over the headboard and clasped them around her wrists.

"A real man, Red Jenny?" he laughed again, trying to sound evil as he ground his spit-slick cock against her ass and gripped her breasts, pinching her nipples. Then he dragged her pants down over her ass and flung them aside. "I said I'd have you, whore." His fingers slid over her slit, opening her to the view of the camera. Then, because she'd specifically requested it, he bit down on his mirth. "Prepare to be boarded!"
 
Jenny wished he'd slapped her harder. Instead she took what she was given without complaint before putting up a token struggle as he pinned her on the bed. Her cunt ached when he grabbed the shackles and cuffed her and tethered her to the headboard. She didn't stop struggling, but moaned when he ground against her ass, pushing back into him. Oh right, the camera! Through the hair fallen across her face she looked into the camera with desperation. She was able to read a few of the comments in the chat box to the side, mostly demanding he punish her harder or rape her, or both. One commenter mentioned how delicious the fear in her eyes were, while another mentioned how grateful she ought to be for being allowed to swallow a cock like that.

"Prepare to be boarded!" John declared, forcing Jenny to drop her face into the pillow to hide the laughter. She couldn't believe he'd actually done it!

"Never!" she cried. "I'll never give in to you!"

~*~

May gripped the spokes on the wheel as Jack played with her pussy. He ground his cock against her ass and slid his fingers along her slit, making her bite her lip and moan. The camera caught a close-up of her reaction as he finally entered her and she gasped.

"Mmm you like it rough, don't you?" she purred before gasping again when he thrust into her. "Oh God that cock!"
 
Turned on as he was, his declaration and Jenny’s response nearly made him burst out laughing. God, that had been lame. Even for porn. But then he noticed the scrolling lines of text on the computer, and - wait. They were live? He’d thought they were filming for later, but Jenny must have already set things up. Some of the language the viewers were using would have gotten them cold-cocked in real life, and most of them were variations on “rape her” and “punish her”. They... did know this was an act? Right?

Still, give the viewers what they want, right? And Jenny did have a taste for the rough.

“Never?” he snarled, grabbing her hair and pulling, forcing her to stare at the camera. His free hand curled around his dick, rubbing it against her dripping slit. “Captain Jack Sparrow takes what he wants!” As he said it he drove himself into her, hard enough to slam her upper body into the headboard, and holy fuck if she wasn’t wet and ready for him! Remembering to make it look good for the camera, he jerked back up n her hair as he thrust into her once more. “Not so high and me they now, are you?”


Well. It seemed his costar could fuck just as well as she could give head. “I’m not the only one who likes it rough, I see,” he replied, squeezing May’s breasts and pinching her nipples as he strolled led into her. Her walls clenched rhythmic calmly around him, making him really consider going off script and just enjoy the ride. But, hell. He was getting paid for this. So he pulled her back, making her lean forward further and further.

“That’s right,” he growled, spreading his stance so the camera could get a good shot of his cock stroking in and out of her. “Tell the whole world how much you love Captain Jack’s dick!”
 
Jenny hissed as she inhaled when he pulled her hair and forced her to look at the camera. She cried out as he drove into her, slamming her body against the headboard and leaving her dazed for the barest moment when her head banged against the hard wood. That was it right there! Abuse me. I deserve it. She let out a strangled gasp when he thrust into her again. Her hands gripped the chains attached to the shackles, knuckles turning white.

"Fuck you!" she spat over her shoulder at him. "I knew it before and I'll say it again: You don't know how to take me like a real man!"

~*~

May arched her back as John pulled, forcing her breasts out almost against the wheel. She supposed that made sense for the viewers who were interested in her breasts. He was surprisingly gentle as he "raped" her...well, gentle for the scene, anyway. Not like real rape, she was certain, and pleasantly considerate of her comfort. She moaned as he pistoned his hips, thrusting in and out.

"God I love it," she choked out between moans and cries of ecstasy. "But I hate you!" May bit her lip as she looked at the camera, then the director for some sort of direction. It took him a minute to catch her look--his own erection was clear as he watched them--but when he did he motioned for her to struggle more. She obeyed, tugging at her restraints. "But is this really the best you can do?" she taunted.
 
“Like a real man?” Jack echoed, wondering what the hell his line was now, anyway. It had been a few decades, and they hadn’t exactly finished watching the scene, let alone the whole movie. Still, at this point, he could probably get away with improvising. So he slapped Jenny’s ass hard. “And what does a whore like you know about real men, hm?” Jerking back on her hair once more, he hauled her up so the camera could get a clear view of his cock slamming into her once more.

“Whores have to take whatever they can get,” he sneered, trying to ignore how hot it was to fuck her on camera. “But real men get whatever they can take!” He pushed her forward once more, pressing her face into the mattress as he drove himself into her. “And you’ve never had a man like Captain Jack, I wager!” Jerking her head back up once more, forcefully by her deeper into his dick as he did, he forced her to stare into the camera. “Have you?”



The next part of the scene, he vaguely remembered, made no damn sense at all. Not for an actual sailor by ship, at least. But hell, this wasn’t exactly a documentary, was it? So he pulled out, slapping her rump as he did. “The best I can do?” he laughed. “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet!” With that he spun the wheel, and hoped she was as flexible as he’d been assured,

And she did as.

The wheel spun halfway, forcing his costar to shift and twist and arch. In the end her calves were flat on the deck, body bent backwards as she held a bridge pose with her arms above her head. And fuck if the effortless way she maintained the posture wasn’t smoking hot. “You,” he said, sliding by his slick cock over her slit as he went to his knees on the deck, “have never had anyone like Captain Jack!” He let his head press into her folds, teasing her clit without penetrating her. “Have you?”
 
"I know they can take me better than this," Jenny sneered. Harder! Her face pressed into the mattress, restricting her ability to breathe. It was strangely thrilling. Sure she'd been choked before, but she wasn't sure she'd ever been smothered...

She breathed in sharply when he dragged her back up and demanded to know whether she'd ever had a man like him. "You can say that again," she laughed, grunting as he thrust into her then moaning that porno sort of moan that didn't need to be in sync with the context. "Pathetic little bitch!" She gasped in pain and let her mouth fall open as he thrust harder into her punitively.

~*~

The spin of the wheel was unexpected, but May went with it easily. She had always been flexible, an attribute which Max said made her the perfect All Goddess, and twisted her upper body as the wheel spun. Her lower body followed agilely and her feet were flat on the deck, back arched, until it appeared her costar was going down. Promptly she got to her knees, her shins on the deck but her body arched so that she wasn't sitting on her heels, knees spread.

May bit her lip as John slid his cock over her slit and teased her clit. Her insides clenched in need and her back arched farther. "No," she panted, aching for his cock. "I've never had a man like you..." She groaned and pressed her chest out, letting her head loll back.
 
Well, after that he’d need to come up with a response - a difficult thing to do, when he was balls deep in Jenny and turned on a fuck because it was live and streaming. But then he saw the riding crop still lying by on her end table, a thing she hadn’t put away after the Jamaican lass she’d had over last week. Leaning forward and grabbing it, he cracked it across her ass. “Mouthy bitch, aren’t you?” he laughed, feeling her clench around him. He struck again, leaving a red stripe on the bare skin of her back.

She moaned as he struck again, the crack impressively loud. “You’ll learn some respect,” he tod her, driving his length into her as he smacked her ass with the crop. “Or I’ll give you to my crew, next. They aren’t so gentle as old Captain Jack.” He gave her another slap for good measure, leaving another red streak on her rump.

Fuck, though, he was getting close. Better give the audience a good show. Gripping the crop in both hands, he slid it over her face and pressed it against her lips. When she opened her mouth he pulled back, using it as a bridle to force her to rear up until her wrists strained against the chains. "Scream for me," he growled, slamming into her harder. "Scream for me, while I pump you full of cum."



"No, you haven't," John replied, rubbing his length faster against her clit. He stole a furtive glance at the camera and director, who was made a quick gesture inserting his middle finger between a circle of thumb and forefinger. "But you will."

Gripping his cock, he stroked his blunt head over her dripping lips. Then he slid backwards, leaving her exposed for the camera. "But you're going to beg me to fuck you, Red Jenny." His mouth closed over her slit, tongue thrusting deep into her. He explored her walls for a minute, then sucked noisily at her clit. "You're going to beg me, before I use you to get myself off."
 
She didn't see him grab it, but Jenny felt the crack of the riding crop against her skin and cried out, clenching around him at the stinging pain. Another cry of pleasure tore raggedly from her throat when he brought it across her back.

"Mouthy?" she laughed. "You've no idea." She moaned when John cracked it loudly against her flesh again, insisting on teaching her respect or else he'd give her to the crew. "Why don't you fuck like them, then?" she challenged, grunting in a painful sort of pleasure as he thrust harder and hit her again.

The crop became a bit and bridle when John put it between her teeth. Jenny's fingers curled around the chains of the shackles, her knuckles turning white as she gripped them and he forced her to pull up and back. Her shoulders ached and her hands had lost feeling from the wrists-down and...yes it felt like one shoulder had been dislocated. God he was hot when he hurt her! She cried out when he demanded, screaming as he fucked her harder. Fuck she was close...If there were some way to ask him to choke her without ruining it for the audience...

A furtive glance at the screen revealed comments about how much of a slut she was, about how hard John should hit her or what he should do to her next. One faction seemed to think that she was enjoying being raped too much, and that he ought to make her cry. That sounded a little hot, actually...

~*~

The camera closed in on her dripping cunt before taking a wider angle again as John came back into frame, promising he was going to make her beg. May gasped and cried out when he thrust his tongue inside her and sucked at her clit. She was going to beg him...and she was very much okay with that. She gripped the pegs of the helm and bit her lower lip, trying to focus on not coming too close too soon.

"Please Jack..." she moaned as he licked her clit. "I want you inside me...want you to fuck me hard..."
 
Jenny screamed, a sound that could have been pleasure or fear of pain. A sound that would have worried him if he wasn’t feeling the way her cunt was squeezing his cock while he pounded into her. She was certainly getting into the little rape scene they were playing out on camera. And he knew his wife well enough to know where her mind would be going in this particular game. So he let go of the crop, slowly ding his arm under hers and over her breasts to grab her throat.

“Not so high and mighty now, are you?” he snarled, squeezing until he could feel her struggling for breath. “Red Jenny, Queen of the South Sea.” He drove himself into her, fingers squeezing hard enough to leave bruises on her pale skin. “Just a cheap whore now, aren’t you? Just a cheap little whore getting off on getting raped by Captain Jack.” He drove into her again. “Cum on my dick, bitch. Show my crew just how much you love getting raped.”



Jack grinned against her slit, then slid two fingers inside her. They moved in and out, thrusting in time with his tongue and lips. Finally, when her pleas had become incoherent groans and her quivering body was on the edge of orgasm, he withdrew. “My cock?” he asked, licking her juices from his lips as he stared down at her. Then, slowly, he fed his aching meat into her - he had to go slow, he knew, because the sight and feel of her slit engulfing his cock made him want to just pound into her until he came.

He stopped moving, once he was buried completely in her. “Beg me again,” he ordered, brushing his thumb over her clit. “Beg me to get you off.”
 
Jenny made a faint choking noise, her cunt clenching hard around her husband's cock as he pounded her, and out of the corner of her eye she saw the pace of the live comments quicken. This was what they had asked for, and what she had wanted, and a little nugget of panic lodged itself in her gut as she struggled for breath. Even after all these centuries she hadn't managed to suppress her most basic survival instincts, despite having "died" many, many times. Even so, a choked moan escaped when he demanded she cum; she was close already.

"Fuck...you..." she rasped, defiant to the end, before moaning again and tightening her grip on her chains since she couldn't pull at his hand. John squeezed her throat harder, making her breath come in uneven, choked gasps. But despite that--or perhaps because of it--she reached that peak and fell off of it with a scream, cumming hard around his throbbing cock.

~*~

She wasn't entirely certain that he was truly Disconnected at all. The way he worked his tongue and lips, the way he fingered her, all spoke of a higher enlightenment. But when he withdrew, just as her Third Eye was beginning to open and the God-Soul to welcome her, she gasped and involuntarily threw her body forward as much as her bonds would allow, dismayed at the sudden lack of contact.

"My cock?" he asked, licking her juices from his lips as he stared down at her.

May nodded frantically. "Please," she pleaded. She gasped again and moaned as he slowly slid inside her, once again letting her head fall back and concentrating on not cumming just at the feeling of fulfillment. Then he stopped moving and she pulled her head up, begging him with her eyes. But that wasn't enough. "Please, Captain Jack," she groaned, moving on his cock in any way she could. "Please make me cum."
 
“Slut,” Jack groaned as he felt Jenny cum. “Whore.”

It was an effort of will to take the next action, but this was porn. So he dragged Jenny off his dick, shoving her for are so her face was pressed into the headboard. Only then did he climax, as the cool air caressed his wet meat. Thick ropes of cum splattered her back, dripping down her ribs and onto the covers. He gripped her hair, jerking her back as he stroked himself. More cum spattered the small of her back and her rear, dripping down the cleft of her ass and her inner thighs. When he did as spent, he wiped his seed and her juices off in her hair, then rose. “I’ll be back,” he threatened, slapping her sticky ass. “And maybe I’ll bring Will with me. You just think about what two of us will do to you, slut.”

Then he moved off, stepping out of camera range and moving behind it. His hand hovered over the power button, but he didn’t touch it. Not yet. Jenny, he knew, would want to stay on display for their audience a little longer.



John slid his hands over his costar’s hips and downwards, cupping her ass as he thrust into her. Was there dialog right now? He didn’t remember, so he ad-libbed. “Cum on me,” he groaned, thrusting deep and hard. “You’ve got such a sweet, tight snatch baby. You feel so fucking good on me.” He changed tempo for a moment, fucking hard and fast. “You gonna milk the cum out f me? Gonna use that tight cunt to milk the cum out of this thick dick?”
 
Jenny couldn't help but wince a little when her head hit the headboard, then again, crying out as he jerked her hair back and wiped off his dick. She'd have to get back at him for that later; thank God the Pearl had spontaneously developed indoor plumbing--including a full bathroom with a shower--some time back in the early nineteen thirties. Her chest heaved, breasts pressed out, as she watched John go behind the camera. She sat there for a few moments, still panting for air, her knees spread toward the camera in an awkward-but-revealing three-quarters turn before her eyes drifted slowly directly to the camera.

"I'll be waiting." With that she glanced to her husband to switch the power off and sagged a little, her shoulders aching. She had for that moment between exposing herself to the camera and indicating that he should turn it off read comments as they'd scrolled along the screen.

cut the bitch!
u call that rape???
he should of choked her til she past out&& fucked the body
fuk yea harder
make her scream more
so fukkin hot
shoulda cut the bitchs throat

Amongst the comments about how hot it had been, comments on her body or on his, on how much their viewers got off on the rape, comments like these scrolled along the livechat, sometimes faster than she could read. Some complained that the rape hadn't looked real enough, others that she hadn't screamed enough or loudly enough, while still others suggested that he should have choked her into unconsciousness or even killed her mid-orgasm. It would have been alarming if she hadn't already seen centuries of human depravity. The death camps alone had seriously shaken her faith in the inherent goodness of humanity, and then those villagers in My Lai...

She shook her head, refusing to go back to those dark places. It had taken her years and much substance abuse to keep herself from sliding back into those memories, and those were just in the past century alone. Jenny knew better than to suggest to John that perhaps these commentors had a point, that it would make it more believable or hotter if he killed her just as she came. It would only make him worry, and while he didn't often say anything she saw the way he looked at her when she was on a bender, or even just self-medicating to get through the day. She wouldn't worry him further by mentioning that she thought it might be hot, too. The way he'd described that time Delia had ripped his throat out hadn't sounded so bad, after all...

"You're lucky we've got a shower," she teased, waiting for John to unshackle her. "You know how much I hate getting cum in my hair. Face? Sure, why not...but it's just impossible to get out of hair!"

~*~

"Oh God yes!" May moaned, gripping the pegs of the wheel as her costar fucked her. "Fuck I love your dick Captain Jack!" If she could only angle her hips just right... "Fuck!" She screamed and arched her back, her orgasm taking her by surprise and, between the wheel and John, lifting her entirely off of the deck as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in. "Cum inside me Jack," she begged, moving on his cock through her orgasm. "Fuck me harder and cum inside me!"
 
Damn, she was a good fuck. Really, he'd have to get her name and number and invite her home to meet Jenny. His wife would love her. Or, at least, enjoy fucking her. But for now, he was having to concentrate on not cumming as she climaxed on his cock. "Cum inside me Jack," she begged, making him really want to do that very thing. "Fuck me harder and cum inside me!" Sadly, he was aware that wasn't what the film director wanted. So he slammed into her twice more, bringing himself right to the brink of orgasm, then strained to pull himself out.

For the most part, he succeeded.

The first spurt of cum erupted into the slick vice of her cunt. Then he was out, sliding his cock across the slick lips of her pussy, using the feel of her body to drive his pleasure. His seed sprayed in thick jets, splattering her breasts and belly to flow down her sides and drip to the deck. Dimly he was aware of the cameraman moving in, narrowing the focus to capture footage of his pearly seed glistening on her pale flesh. "And... cut!" the director called.

John bit his lip, gasping as one last gush of seed coated and filled her navel. Then a stagehand was untying his costar and handing both of them towels. "Great take," the director said. "Fucking great, really hot."



"You're lucky we've got a shower," Jenny teased. "You know how much I hate getting cum in my hair. Face? Sure, why not...but it's just impossible to get out of hair!"

"It made sense at the time," John laughed, unlocking the cuffs. "Our audience thought it worked, though. Although some of them are real paper tigers." He tossed the cuffs aside and handed her a towel. "They talk a good game of being sick fucks, really." Watching her expression as she toweled off a little, he gave her a little smile. "I know you, though. One of these days you're going to insist I try choking you unconscious while I fuck you, aren't you?" Shaking his head, he slapped her ass. "Come on. Let's go get showered and get some food. There's still a lesbian scene and a threesome to watch."
 
"That was unreal, man!" May giggled and lowered her feet carefully to the deck, taking care not to put her foot in cum. She felt lightheaded as she wiped herself off and stretched her shoulders while Max glowered darkly from the sidelines. "I'm really looking forward to the next few scenes with you. You've got a real spark in you, y'know?"

~*~

John guessed her game and Jenny faked an innocent look, hoping he didn't take her too seriously, then laughed. He slapped her ass and headed to the shower, but she stayed behind for a moment. Glancing up and listening to make sure she heard the shower running, Jenny pulled her gear from the nightstand drawer. She'd been starting to feel sobriety edge back in, had been trying to use the rough sex to distract her from it, but now coming down from the adrenaline high of that she could feel it again. The track marks were minor wounds; they would be healed by the time she got to the shower anyway...
 
A Midsummer Night's Trick


The Otherworld Doldrums
1795

Despite the warmth, Jenny shivered as they pulled away from the sands of Davy Jones's locker. They had left Chang Tao Ling chained to a post which seemed to be there just for that purpose, shrieking into the oblivion. She didn't know what happened to them after they left, only that nobody was there whenever they returned. Sometimes there were footprints leading away from the post, sometimes chains left in the sand, other times there was simply nothing; no trace that anybody had been there. The only constant was the endless sand and sky, the post, and the tally marks Jenny scratched into the wood each time they left someone there. It was always her who chained them up, since they didn't know what would happen if John set foot ashore to try and do it, and she had carved a fifth tick into the post before walking away from Chang. The first time it had bothered her as the spirit formerly known as the Headless Horseman had shrieked and fought, begging her not to leave him there, but it was getting disturbingly easy by now.

What had also disturbed her was the feeling tugging at her heart after she had straightened from carving her mark on the post. For a long two minutes Jenny hadn't heard the wizard's shrieking or felt the hot wind burning her skin. She had felt something watching her from beyond the sands. It was ancient and angry, and it had called to her. She had been temped for a few seconds to stay and search for it, to ameliorate its pain with that maternal instinct she had, before the appearance of Anne, thought long dormant. But John had asked what the matter was and she had shaken it off and turned shipward again, unable to leave that feeling behind. The Locker's tug at her heart loosened gradually as they pulled farther and farther from shore, an otherworldly wind moving the Pearl in a way it wouldn't move mortal ships, but she still felt it like a grain of sand in her shoe. The blond fairy, the male who insisted upon walking around shirtless, leaned next to her against the rail and silently watched with her as they left land behind again. A smirk played quietly at the corner of his lip.

"What?" she snapped irritably, receiving only a shrug in reply though the smirk didn't move.

The naked redhead who had appeared aboard with the others walked past John at the forecastle, chuckling and shaking her head. "I don't understand you humans," she admitted. Her voice was melodic and glittery, with a ribbon of shadow which ran through it. She smiled, showing her wickedly pointed teeth, and nodded in greeting to the armored blonde female who joined them while her hands rested on John's shoulders. "I hear your soul, Jack Sparrow. It cries out, longing for a woman it shall never have again, while your loins burn for another." One hand slid down and gently gripped his dick. "And yet you are still conflicted, as though you must choose one or the other."
 
Jenny was feeling moody again. She always did, after visiting the Locker. So did he, to tell the truth, but for admittedly different reasons. The melancholy about her always increased after she’d shackled someone, too. It was a duty she’d taken on herself, although he wasn’t sure if it was to spare him the memories or for fear the Licker would claim him. So he held her briefly, and then turned his attention to sailing away.

That was when two of the Good Neighbors approached him. "I don't understand you humans,"said one, the naked redhead who’d look quite fetching if it wasn’t for the mouth full of fangs.

“In fairness,” John responded, aimed no for politeness, “we humans don’t really understand the Lords and Ladies either.”

She laughed at that, fangs flashing in the light of Oceanus. "I hear your soul, Jack Sparrow.”

“John,” he corrected reflexively. “Captain Jack Sparrow died a long time ago.”

“But the dead may sail Oceanus as easily as the living,” the blonde woman assured him. “And the soul of the Black Pearl calls out to Captain Jack.”

“It cries out,” the redhead repeated, one hand trailed by down his chest, “longing for a woman it shall never have again, while your loins burn for another."

“What are you-yike!” The sound exploded from him as her hand squeezed his dick through his pants. It was hard, because - well because, fangs or no, she was shaped like an extremely attractive woman.

“And yet you are still conflicted,” she smiled, squeezing experimentally, “as though you must choose one or the other."

-*-

“What?" Jenny snapped, irritably.

The shirtless blonde elf looked at her curiously. “I hear your heart, Fair One,” he said in a voice like the purring of a great cat. “It yearns for Trickster Jack, and yet it yearns for more.” He shifted and languidly reached out an arm, toying with a strand of her copper hair. “Máthair Inbhuanaithe has touched you, and you yearn for her touch as well.”

“She yearns for many things,” murmured the black-armored warrior. Long blonde hair spilled around their shoulders, but a fearsome black mask concealed their features. Long, slim fingers combed through her hair and brushed the back of her neck. “Freedom. Joy.” The slim fingers traced downwards, caressing the skin exposed at her throat. “Passion.”

-*-

John tried his best to not give offense as he pulled away from the nude elf’s touch. “There’s no conflict,” he said, desperately trying to believe it was true, acutely aware of his recent betrayal. “My soul longs for my wife.” He glanced down at her, conversing with others of the Good Neughbors. “I am happily married, after all.”
 
"Jack," Jenny spat, trying to ignore the way the elf's lithe muscles moved as he reached out to play with her hair. "I've always hated Jack and I had more than enough of him for three lifetimes, thank you. My heart doesn't yearn for Jack; it belongs to John. Y'know, my husband."

"Máthair Inbhuanaithe has touched you, and you yearn for her touch as well," he said, still toying with one long curl. She didn't know who that was and yet...it felt as though she did. Somewhere deep down she knew he spoke the truth...and even deeper down she wanted him to do more than just play with her hair.

"She yearns for many things," murmured the black-armored warrior, coming up behind her. "Freedom. Joy." She shivered as their long, slender fingers brushed the back of her neck and whispered over her throat. "Passion."

"I have those things," Jenny insisted. "No need to yearn for what you've already got. I'm a happily married woman."

It sounded hollow even as she said it. Marriage was the problem, wasn't it? She had her freedom to go wherever she wished in the wide world, to move on to the Afterlife, to seek that vague Something in the wastes of the Locker...and yet here she was, tied to the same man for more than a hundred years, helping to clean up his mess. Again. That mistake with Yu Yan, it hadn't been cheating, not really. A woman couldn't have sex with a woman, after all, and therefore it wasn't cheating. But it had exposed a raw nerve, one wherein she longed for more than the husband she had loved enough to follow into this hellish limbo of an afterlife. She longed for something new, something exotic, something just...not him. It wasn't that she didn't love him--she did, with all her heart--but her body and soul ached for more. It ached for new places, for new people, new experiences, it ached to be off of this fucking boat once and for all. It ached to know what the elf felt like against her naked skin.

"And anyway, it's none of your business." Jenny tried to make herself move away from the rail, away from them, but found herself unable to.

~*~

"Of course," the blonde agreed, taking John's hands in her own and sliding them over the redhead's body. "Who said you didn't long for your wife?"

"Not us," the other agreed, purring as the blonde slid John's hands over her breasts. "We simply wanted to point out that you have the freedom to choose." She produced a cup, seemingly from nowhere, and offered it to him. "You have the freedom to choose not to choose between longing and lust, Jack Sparrow." She held the cup to his lips. "It's all the same in the dark."

"And it is getting dark..." The blonde nodded at the sunset, which had been sunrise moments ago. "Come with us, Jack." It was her turn to assess what he had to offer and to exchange anticipatory looks with the redhead. "Drink with us and take advantage of that freedom."
 
“Business?” The shirtless blonde sounded amused. “We speak not of business, Fair One. We speak of yearning of pleasure.”

“Of exploration,” whispered the black-armored elf. “Of the desire for new experiences.” Their fingers slowly traced her back, exploring the curve of her spine.

The blonde elf caught her hands gently, leading them to his bare chest. “The desire to explore,” he murmured, his sweet-smelling breath hit on her lips. He slid her hand over his stomach, letting her feel the hard shape of his cock. “To discover new delights, expanding your experiences.”

Gentle, strong hands leaned her head back on a black-armored shoulder. “To see what is known from a new perspective,” they whispered, lightly turning her face so she could see John on the forecastle. A small fruit, like a peach made of gold, pressed against her lips.

-*-

The fairy wine was sweet as he swallowed it without thinking, caught off guard as he was by the red-haired elf. Heat suffused him, making him gasp as the blonde elf pressed against him, pinning him against the other. “It is Midsummer Eve,” she told him, her tongue a line of slick fire as she tasted the wine that had dropped down his chin.

“A time of celebration,” the redhead laughed, taking a mouthful of the wine and pulling him into a kiss. The sweet fire combined with the earthy scent of the fairy, inflaming him as he drink from her. “A time to celebrate the joys of living.” She purred as John ground against her, as he sucked the last of the wine from her lips.

Slim hands opened his shir, slid it from his shoulders. “There is no shame, Trickster Jack,” murmured a voice in his ear, punctuating the words with stinging bites that made his cock ache more. “All acts of pleasure are acts or worship.”

Fuck, he wanted the elf pressed against him. Both the elves. But... “Jenny,” he moaned, trying to push away. “I... Jenny...”

“Look at her,” the blonde whispered, fingers loosening his belt as the redhead slowly encircled his cock with her fingers. “All acts, Jack. Yours and hers both.”
 
The blonde's lips traced a line of fire from the corner of his mouth, along his jaw, and down his throat as Jack sipped wine from the redhead's mouth. Her slender fingers made quick work of his shirt, pulling the laces open and sliding it over his shoulders. She pressed her forehead against his temple as he ground against her sister, drinking deeply.

"There is no shame, Trickster Jack," she murmured in his ear, nipping at his throat, his chin, his jaw, his earlobe. "All acts of pleasure are acts of worship."

He made a weak attempt at pushing away, causing her to laugh. "Look at her," she whispered, sliding her hands down his chest to his belt to loosen it. "All acts, Jack. Yours and hers both." Indeed it looked as though Jenny were enjoying the company of her brothers even as Jack was enjoying theirs. "To deny yourself is to die a thousand little deaths."

"And not the right kind of little deaths," the redhead giggled. "Aching need makes terrible liars of us all, Jack." Slowly she sank to her knees, gripping the base of his cock and sliding her mouth over his shaft.

"Is this what she looked like, Jack?" the blonde whispered, reaching down and gently pressing the redhead further down his cock until she had swallowed all of him. Her tongue slithered along the underside of his shaft as she slid her mouth back up and sucked on the tip. "Is this what she felt like?" She kissed his throat and brought one of his hands to her breast, still woefully clothed. "It must not have been very much different," she purred, "nothing but ginger for centuries. Haven't you ever heard that variety is the spice of life?" She grinned as she tugged at the laces of her armor and encouraged his hands to wander her body while her free hand still gently pressed the redhead up and down his cock, gripping her hair. "Worship with us, Trickster Jack."

~*~

Without realizing one of her hands had drifted to the blond's hip while the other slowly stroked his cock through his pants. It was long and thick and entirely new. She had never, she realized, felt another man's dick until that farmboy, Adam, some fifty or so years ago. And even then it was now only a faded memory. She couldn't remember any more what it had felt like in her hand, only how badly she had yearned for him to fill her, ached for him to pin her up against a tree and fuck her senseless. Jenny's breast heaved as she slowly stroked his cock and she shivered when she felt the other's fingers slither down her spine.

"I...I can't..." she muttered weakly. She allowed the fae in black armor to turn her head to watch her husband with the two women. Her instinctual reaction was anger as she saw red hair bobbing at waist height, but she was quickly distracted by the blonde's long, pale fingers tangled in her hair, pushing her down onto her husband's cock. "I shouldn't..."

The fruit pressed against her lips and Jenny took a bite almost instinctively; she was unable to make herself pry her hands away from the lithe body in front of her nor to lift her head from the armor against the broader body behind. It tasted at once like a strange fruit she had once had called a papaya, and another called a dragonfruit. But more than that, it tasted of possibilities: It tasted of a life with a grown-up Anne at the cost of her husband's soul. It tasted of a cozy caravan wagon far from the ocean, with warm gypsy music and four children who adored their stepfather and four half-siblings. It tasted of the best years of her life given over to flirting and fucking and drinking. It tasted of China and waking up with her head on warm, supple breasts and a beautiful woman's tongue deep in her cunt. It tasted of a longer life, of grandchildren she would have seen to grow older, of an actual headstone with her body interred beneath it, of eternal life in paradise with her loved ones. The strange fruit, in other words, tasted of freedom.

"I can't..." she whimpered, not fighting as her hair was brushed away from her face, as strange lips caressed her neck, as slender but strong fingers gripped her hips. "I...I want..." But Jenny couldn't give voice to what she wanted, not as two pairs of foreign hands caressed her body.
 
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