A Change in Guard (AE x LittleBear)

[AlluringEnigma]

The Dread Pirate Sara Roberts woke to the sound of yelling aboard her ship. She stood up groggily from her hammock, a relic from her early days aboard ships that she had never quite grown out of, and wobbled for a few seconds as she reacquainted herself with the swaying of the ship. Sara stretched her arms out wide, her pert chest at attention, before walking over to the private little area that served as her washroom. She ran her hands through her long flowing hair, straightening it out as best she could, before donning her stolen admiral's hat, a trademark of naval officers that she had dyed purple for her own personal flair.

She then walked out of the cabin, slamming her door open to find out what exactly was happening on board the "Sailor's Delight". The ship itself was prize, to be certain. A frigate with 30 guns to its name, along with the latest advances in rigging and some of the most durable woods of the America's. "What in the fuck are you lot doing!" she exclaimed as she emerged from her cabin, confused at the sight before her.

One half of the ship seemed to contain most of her crew. The other half held most of her officers and a few of her crew as well. It was clear the right side was far bigger than her leadership's side. One of the crewmen stepped forward. "We're done with your rule. You won't let us take slaves like the other Captains, or like your rival. We get almost nothing and take all the risk, ya bitch." he cried, spitting at her feet to punctuate his sentence.

Sara rolled her eyes as she put her hand on her hip. "How many fucking times do I have to explain this? We. Don't. Take. Slaves. I don't want to feed them, I don't want to see them, and I don't want to deal in human lives. If you don't like that, you can leave when we dock."

The rebellious crew members laughed, though everyone seemed to have their hands itching to draw swords and pistols. "You don't seem to get it. This isn't your ship anymore Sara" the leader added with a toothy grin, before drawing his sword and pointing it to her. "Put down your weapons and tell your officers to stand down, and we'll drop you off peacefully at the dock. Otherwise, you won't much like what we agreed upon."

Sara pretended to contemplate his "proposition" for a second, before drawing her twin pistols and blowing the piece of shit away. "You can pry the ship from my cold dead hands" she yelled at the top of her lungs. Just like that, the ship erupted into violence as both sides drew weapons.

Sara shot her other pistol at one of the rebels, scoring another kill as she tossed the flintlock to the side, drawing her ornate golden officer's sword and turning on the nearest member of her former crew. She parried away a half-hearted lunge and then sent her sword plunging into the man's guts. However, as well as she was doing, she could tell the fight was not going her way. For everyone one man who stayed loyal, another two had betrayed her. Soon, her surviving officers had laid their arms down and surrendered, leaving Sara surrounded. She waved her sword threateningly in a circle around her, daring anyone to try her. However, as a couple braver pirates advanced on her, she felt a hard and sharp blow to the back of her head, knocking her unconscious as she tumbled to the deck.

~~

Sara had no perception of time. She had been locked in the brig for days, and only given hard tack and rum to subside on. She had spent her time stewing in silence, swearing vengeance on every last one of the mutinous bastards.

Without warning, a pair of her former crew stepped in and sent another hard blow to her head, knocking her out once more.

~~

Sara was only vaguely aware of her surroundings as she woke. She was surrounded by pirates, though not her own. She could hear a pair of voices haggling over price, though she had no idea what they were buying. She was then thrown to her knees, pulling her out the dazed state she had been in.

Sara took stock of her situation. She was in heavy chains, though her uniform was still on. She was surrounded by another crew of pirates. She looked up only to be met face to face with the eyes of her rival.

"Oh shit" she murmured, hanging her head in resignation.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

The ship groaned beneath her feet as the gentle waves rocked it like a sleeping babe, her eyes on the distant shore that was steadily approaching. A conversation had kept her awake half the night, her eyes sapphire eyes narrowed at the shores of their next port. Her back was stiff from the position she sat in, but it was the only position where she couldn't hear the moaning of their captives.

"They're people, Narinye!" She heard a voice insist in the back of her mind again and she narrowed her eyes again, shaking the thought from her head. The things below deck weren't people. They were livestock, bred like dogs to be sold like cattle. The slave trade had kept her ship on the seas and her coin purse stuffed with gold, her pride swelling greater than that of the others. Previously, she'd been a starving child and she had vowed then she would never grow hungry again.

Narinye had spent her childhood on the streets, surviving from scraps that she could steal and resorting to things that even dogs wouldn't. Her belly had been forever empty and but her will was stronger than any man's. Before her tits could sprout she'd hopped aboard a ship and left for the sea, hair cropped short as if she were a young man in search of his fate on the sea. Puberty hit her like a stone and she was lucky enough to escape before the depravity of man had set in. On her new adventure, she'd quickly become known for her cold demeanor and blunt attitude.

There was no grey area if it meant she could go hungry again. it was a promise to herself that she would never suffer an empty belly or ragged cloth on her skin again. She was better than that.

Her wit was enough to get her into the trade of a pirate, her hands swift and her spine as rigid as steel. Her name was to be feared among the captains, a woman as hard as stone but as tempting as the sea itself. She was everything a woman should be -- full of the fires of battle and the intelligence of a fox. Narinye was a deft foe.

And so, she found herself unable to resist the temptation of slave trade. It was quick cash at the expense of others. And really, who cared about these damned souls anyway? They looked much like her, their skin as dark as the night sky but their eyes were haunted. They reminded her too much of her own mother, a Jamaican whore that had tried to swindle her English father into a marriage. The bitch had been a fool to think that a babe would sway a heart as cold as his. She'd been doubly a fool for abandoning someone such as herself.

She'd paid with her life.

But still, the anger remained until it turned her heart cold towards these people. She sneered at their cries in the night and turned her head from their suffering. They thought this was bad? They didn't know what hunger was yet. They didn't know pain until they'd felt a red-hot poker against their skin as punishment for stealing bread to survive to the next day.

This same arrogance carried over to her dealings with other captains, one in particular a thorn in her side over her haughty nature. Fate had an odd way of working things out and it made her smile to see a pretty and familiar face chained at the slave stalls by the docks, her eager feet taking her from deck to land without so much as a missed step.

There were times when she knew that fate was pushing her in a direction - such as the first time she'd boarded a ship and the first time she'd felt the kiss of another woman.. This was another push.

She stood triumphant before the once proud captain with her hands on her hips, sneering down at her. "Congrats, captain. Welcome to the Black Ann."

Her voice was dark with amusement, her bronzed hand grasping the chains that held Sara to tug them in, the voice rinigng in her head again. They're people.

Anger swelled and she grasped a handful of Sara's hair, dragging her in almost as if she were to kiss her. Narinye's lips did brush Sara's gently, though the touch was anything but romantic, "Kiss my boots, cunt."

 

[AlluringEnigma]

How had it all come to this? She hadn't paid her crew particularly well, but that was standard practice on the high seas. She had been nicer than many of her colleagues, though it was doubtful anyone would call her soft after some of the things she had done as Captain. Could her downfall really have been as simple as avoiding the practice of slavery? She had her own reasons for it of course, some practical and some moral, but she had never imagined that the decision alone would have led to her to here.

Yet there she was, in chains, kneeling before the predatory Captain Narinye.

She was pulled roughly to her feet, the chains on her arms and feet clanging loudly as they stood there in front of the Black Ann, the pair taking a moment to exchange a mutual glare. Her lips brushed against Narinye's a for a fleeting moment, before the pirate captain returned to the hellish sort of behavior that Sara had known her so well for.

Without even thinking, Sara pulled her head back sharply and then sent it rushing into Narinye's face, bloodying the captain and turning to face her crew as they walked away. "You're dead, all of you. I hope you know that" she screamed, her face red with blood and her eyes wild. "I'll spend every moment of my life hunting each and every one of you down. You'll be begging for death by the time I'm done with you" she cried, a few of them nervously laughing as they walked away.

Before she could do anything else, she was tackled to the ground by one of Narinye's crew, one of their members sending a few sharp kicks to her side. She rolled over in pain from the blow, groaning in pain. She tried to grip the blow, but the chains wouldn't allow it. Thus she was left to her agony whilst Narinye recovered her composure.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

There was something delicious and horribly primal about the taste of blood in your mouth, less so when it was one's own. And so, Narinye stood with her lip busted and her pride kicked, though a wicked smile took over her mouth. Her eyes glittered and she knew that this was all she could do. There was no escaping from the Black Ann, and there was no other ship for Sara to run to. All in all, Sara was trapped and she knew it. "So, the bitch has some bite to her after all." She stated, wiping the blood on her sleeve in one quick move, "Let's see how much bark you have when I'm done with ye."

Her crew was quick to work on beating Sara into submission, much the same way they would treat the savages beneath the deck. Her head tilted as she appraised her new pet, reaching down with her blood-sullied hand to grab the chains that held the woman. "Come, dog. We have things to discuss." Narinye would have been kind to a dog on a leash, would have permit it to follow her heels. With Sara, she yanked the chains hard enough to feel her elbows ache with the strain, her wicked smile growing into a mad grin as she lead the woman towards her chambers.

The room was relatively small as far as captain's quarters typically went, though was kept neat enough someone could eat from the floor. The walls were mostly bare, save for the far wall that had a line of handcuffs that had been custom made to hold someone in place with their arms above their head. Narinye gestured to one of her larger shipmates, "Set her up." With that, she tossed the chain free and handed her off, sitting on the bed neatly with her legs crossed.

It wasn't every day that she had her opponent literally chained and weakened, and she thought now of just what it was she would do to the woman. She had to be broken, that much was obvious just by her demeanor. But how?

Her eyes moved over her, licking the last of the blood from her lips. "Betrayed by your crew... Sold as a slave... Bought by your enemy. My, my. Life has been awful hard on you these past few days, hasn't it?" She tilted her head, "Or weeks? How long ago did they turn on you?" She inquired, snatching her flask from the bedside table. It was only half-full and she wished there were more, but she tilted it back and her sapphire eyes danced over the other woman again.

"What am I to do with you now?"

 

[AlluringEnigma]

Sara was dragged roughly through the crowd of sailors and on board the ship. She didn't go without a fight, however, even if she was severely weakened and in great pain from the lethal instinct of Narinye's crew. She writhed and struggled against her chains, but to no use as she was dragged along helplessly into the Captain's Quarters.

Once there, she was lifted up easily by one of the crew members and suspended in the air by her chains, forced to face her new "owner" and unable to do anything in retaliation. The word felt weird in her mouth. Owner. She hated it. It made very part of her being come alight with rage as she realized that Narinye now legally owned her. Sara had never been property before - the feeling was disgusting and belittling.

She glared at Narinye as she spoke. She wanted to stroll across the room and slap the bitch, but instead she was forced to just stew. Hatred for Narinye aside, she still hated her own former crew more, however, and was more than willing to talk about them. "A couple days. Maybe a week. Bastards were upset I wasn't taking slaves and using the profits to pay them more. Maybe I should have found you and put you in the cargo hold, hmmm?" she added, spitting at Narinye's feet, hoping the jab at the Pirate Captain's color would enrage her as much as she thought it would.

"Tell me, do you enjoy keeping your own kind beneath you? I mean, I lie, cheat, murder, and steal without a second glance, but you managed to sink far below me. Not only a slaver, but a slaver of your own people. Tell me Narinye, is there any part of your soul left, or did you sell it all to the devil?" she added with a wicked grin.

She couldn't physically attack Narinye, but she could verbally assault her captor.

 

[HeyThereLittleBear]

Sara was fiery, she had to give the girl that, but honestly there was nothing more than harsh words and spit she could provide now. To say that she was amused was an understatement, Narinye's eyes dancing with laughter as she watched the chained bitch bark as best she could. The insults rolled off the woman's tongue like silk and slid past Narinye as if they hadn't been said, save for a small twitch at the corner of her mouth. Oh, so the woman thought the creatures beneath the deck to be human? She'd obviously never seen how they act when not chained and beaten into submission. Wild dogs, they were.

"Perhaps my blood is why I'm so heartless." She mused, tilting the flask to her mouth again as she enjoyed the last few burning swallows of her drink. She wiped her mouth and exhaled harsh as if she'd drank the best of what had been in the cask, though her eyes watered from how harsh the brew was. It was nearly pure alcohol and made her throat scream, but she didn't dare cough and show weakness.

Instead, she tilted her head and regarded Sara through the haze of drinking on an empty stomach. "Perhaps I should toss you to them. Strip you naked and let them pound your little cunt until we dock again." For some reason, the image of the other woman's cunt tortured, abused, and well-fucked made her own ache with a dull excitement. She licked her lips and pushed herself back up onto her feet, strolling over to her captive foe and sliding her hand slow down the edge of the woman's shirt.

Her fingers moved slow up under the material, tickling over her smooth stomach before coming up to cup her breast in a surprisingly soft grasp. "A good captain always gets their cut of the spoils first," She purred as her fingers grew tight on the breast, thumb stroking across it to play with her nipple softly, "Tell me, when is the last time someone's tasted your cunt?" Her other hand grasped Sara's pants, tugging them down and off her hips in a harsh yank. The material split several seams at once, but she didn't seem to care in the least.

The moved slow over her hip bone, thumb moving to trace down across her stomach and to the other hip bone. "My kind are particularly needy, did you know that? Full of lust and desire." The words were purred, her tone thick as she placed her hand flat against Sara's stomach, fingers pointed down towards her sex. She slid it slow until her fingers cupped the mound between her legs, her middle finger just barely dipping inside of her entrance.