The voyages and adventures of the Connectus and the Singulus ( Archived) (886)

Again...

moments later, as promised our good Cpt walks in the room... he walks to the desk and in one quick motion downs the glass of rum... he looks that the bed and sees Sommer appearing to be asleep on her side of the bed...

he walks over and removes his boots sits on the edge. suddenly he feels something squish under him and he stands up, pulls the covers all the way down to the floor and sees what the cause of the squish was....

"oh so you wanna play rough, do you?" he mutters.... then with one swift move he jumps on the bed, landing on his knees, he slips his left fingers under Sommer's laced up girdle and pulls on it just so... she stops faking and looks at him with a bewildered look in her eyes, the cpt then pulls out his knife and holds it with his right hand about 3 inches from her bosoms. suddenly her eyes turn to a look of fear and she lets out a muffled yelp.

the captain then brings the knife down to the lower front of the girdle and again with a swift upward move cuts all the laces freeing the goods inside, which then as if sprung by a hydraulic system of some sort explode outwards....

now that she is free of any restrictions the cpt throws the knife behind his back and it sticks to one of the bed posts at the foot of the bed... he reaches with his right hand, runs his fingers up her neck and then then grabs a firm hold of her locks on the back of the scalp... he lowers himself slowly to her and watches as her passion and lust become ever more evident.. their lips meet and lock together for what feels like an eternity.... she then starts to wrap her arms around him, but then suddenly he grabs on with his left hand, he stands up while still holding the hand and with his right he reaches into his pocket and takes out a key

he then pulls the chest from under the bed, opens it and pulls out a pair of shackles. he secures one end to her right wrist and the other to the top bed post, there is a struggle as she tries to keep him from doing the same to the other hand but she is unseuccesful, then as she's cussing and slithering around, he ties her legs with silk strands to the bottom bed posts....

he then gets up and serves himself another glass of rum....after drinking it, he comes back and pulls the feather out of the rim of his hat... now she knows whats coming and starts to beg for freedom (although she doesnt really want to be free just yet)....

to be continued.....

Well, may as well cross Disney off my list as potential buyers for our story... i wonder if playboy channels interested....

Nice one bro!!! great story!!!

I know, one is all of a quiver.

i thought about Disney too....but that's already been done... we need to take this up a notch and go for the big bucks me thinks !!!!

plus kids these days are so much more aware of stuff than we were that this is nothing for them.....

quite the wordsmith this fella aint he? just imagine the sweet nothings he could whisper in your ear.....

Unshackle me, you bloody cad.

I'll bloody well 'little sips' you in a minute.

My dad is gonna get you, ya know.

i can hear the shotgun being racked as we speak.... Run Forrest Run!!!!

Nah, my dad's great actually.

Not so sure he would be wanting these sort of details though.

He is a pirate himself.

Sod the freaking news, I am reading that all over again.