seekndestroy: well then i better hold off on the continuation till a different time..... wouldnt want you to spill more coffee.... or cause some soilage !!!! after all you dont know what else i have in the chest !!
I'll spend the day picking up my laces then shall I?
seekndestroy: well then i better hold off on the continuation till a different time..... wouldnt want you to spill more coffee.... or cause some soilage !!!! after all you dont know what else i have in the chest !!
What else is in the chest? Sod the coffee, curiosity got the better of me.
seekndestroy: you could have just said that you want to hear the rest... ya know?
Oh no, Captain, you have me shackled and unable to speak. Terrified of that feather.
She lies there looking up at him, with wide eyes and trying to speak for fear of that feather and the mercy she knows she will have to show. She knows that he will not allow her to speak. He is enjoying the fear she is displaying now.
He grins wickedly at her knowing full well she is his prisoner and she cannot escape. He inspects her nails, 'shabby those are, I need to get you to a manicurist, I can't have my wench not looking good' He mockingly tells her.
She struggles, attempting to wrestle free, but she knows she is trapped and eventually the struggle subsides and she relaxes. She realises that she has to give in, it was futile to escape, he had her trapped. Her mind is wandering and a jumble, but she manages to find the words...
'So then Captain, am all yours, now what you gonna do with me?' She hears her own words come out in a steady voice, gives herself some congratulations for managing to sound so together. Her eyes dart to the door, fearful of who may enter and see her like this, Summer would laugh her own bodice off at this, but then Sommer realises that Summer is probably in the same position in Captain ARG'S cabin.
Panic begins to set in again, she talks to herself silently, telling herself, there is nothing else for it.
Sommerauer71: Oh no, Captain, you have me shackled and unable to speak. Terrified of that feather.
She lies there looking up at him, with wide eyes and trying to speak for fear of that feather and the mercy she knows she will have to show. She knows that he will not allow her to speak. He is enjoying the fear she is displaying now.
He grins wickedly at her knowing full well she is his prisoner and she cannot escape. He inspects her nails, 'shabby those are, I need to get you to a manicurist, I can't have my wench not looking good' He mockingly tells her.
She struggles, attempting to wrestle free, but she knows she is trapped and eventually the struggle subsides and she relaxes. She realises that she has to give in, it was futile to escape, he had her trapped. Her mind is wandering and a jumble, but she manages to find the words...
'So then Captain, am all yours, now what you gonna do with me?' She hears her own words come out in a steady voice, gives herself some congratulations for managing to sound so together. Her eyes dart to the door, fearful of who may enter and see her like this, Summer would laugh her own bodice off at this, but then Sommer realises that Summer is probably in the same position in Captain ARG'S cabin.
Panic begins to set in again, she talks to herself silently, telling herself, there is nothing else for it.
She has to beg him...
... the cpt calmly walks around to her side of the bed and then back to the other, all the meanwhile looking at her with a grin on his face and mischievous eyes, he is pondering where to start. as he walks he pulls the feather up to his face and lightly strokes it to aling all the tiny threads... everytime Sommer looks at the feather her unclothed body trembles in anticipation whilst at the same time taking a deep breath and holding it as if preparing for the inevitable. then the Cpt walks away to the desk once more and she breathes out in relief.
this time as he comes back to the bed, he brings the rum bottle with him. he then takes a good swig out of it and offers the bottle to Sommer. she lifts her head off the pillow and he gently holds it as he pours some elixir into her mouth. then suddenly he again grabs a firm hold of her hair as he puts the bottle on a nightstand. he turnes back to her and places a velvet thread around in her mouth tying it at the back of her head while muttering: "so you dont wake the crew, my darling wench"...
he runs the feather down the lenght of her body milimiters away from her skin... her body tightens in anticipation. finally the feather makes contact to the bottom of her right foot, she slithers around violently while letting out muffled screams through the gag..
then the next foot, and slowly the feather starts moving up the right leg in a zigzag motion from the inside to the outside and back in. as he reaches the knee she is almost exhausted from all the violent spasm. the good Cpt is amused at the rythmic movements of her bossoms as she wreaths....
he stops just for a few moments which he uses to remove some of his clothing
seekndestroy: ... the cpt calmly walks around to her side of the bed and then back to the other, all the meanwhile looking at her with a grin on his face and mischievous eyes, he is pondering where to start. as he walks he pulls the feather up to his face and lightly strokes it to aling all the tiny threads... everytime Sommer looks at the feather her unclothed body trembles in anticipation whilst at the same time taking a deep breath and holding it as if preparing for the inevitable. then the Cpt walks away to the desk once more and she breathes out in relief.
this time as he comes back to the bed, he brings the rum bottle with him. he then takes a good swig out of it and offers the bottle to Sommer. she lifts her head off the pillow and he gently holds it as he pours some elixir into her mouth. then suddenly he again grabs a firm hold of her hair as he puts the bottle on a nightstand. he turnes back to her and places a velvet thread around in her mouth tying it at the back of her head while muttering: "so you dont wake the crew, my darling wench"...
he runs the feather down the lenght of her body milimiters away from her skin... her body tightens in anticipation. finally the feather makes contact to the bottom of her right foot, she slithers around violently while letting out muffled screams through the gag..
then the next foot, and slowly the feather starts moving up the right leg in a zigzag motion from the inside to the outside and back in. as he reaches the knee she is almost exhausted from all the violent spasm. the good Cpt is amused at the rythmic movements of her bossoms as she wreaths....
he stops just for a few moments which he uses to remove some of his clothing
seekndestroy: ... the cpt calmly walks around to her side of the bed and then back to the other, all the meanwhile looking at her with a grin on his face and mischievous eyes, he is pondering where to start. as he walks he pulls the feather up to his face and lightly strokes it to aling all the tiny threads... everytime Sommer looks at the feather her unclothed body trembles in anticipation whilst at the same time taking a deep breath and holding it as if preparing for the inevitable. then the Cpt walks away to the desk once more and she breathes out in relief.
this time as he comes back to the bed, he brings the rum bottle with him. he then takes a good swig out of it and offers the bottle to Sommer. she lifts her head off the pillow and he gently holds it as he pours some elixir into her mouth. then suddenly he again grabs a firm hold of her hair as he puts the bottle on a nightstand. he turnes back to her and places a velvet thread around in her mouth tying it at the back of her head while muttering: "so you dont wake the crew, my darling wench"...
he runs the feather down the lenght of her body milimiters away from her skin... her body tightens in anticipation. finally the feather makes contact to the bottom of her right foot, she slithers around violently while letting out muffled screams through the gag..
then the next foot, and slowly the feather starts moving up the right leg in a zigzag motion from the inside to the outside and back in. as he reaches the knee she is almost exhausted from all the violent spasm. the good Cpt is amused at the rythmic movements of her bossoms as she wreaths....
he stops just for a few moments which he uses to remove some of his clothing
Arealguy69: OMG is it getting hot in here or is it just me?
its just u..... but if u prefer we can just play monopoly or something... dont want to turn your great entertaining thread into a tasteless, offensive story....
seekndestroy: its just u..... but if u prefer we can just play monopoly or something... dont want to turn your great entertaining thread into a tasteless, offensive story....
Actually it may be providing some titillation for the reading public...
seekndestroy: wow... needed it to keep her awake apparently... and here i was thinking that i would be able to keep her entertained.... so much for my theory....i feel soooo much better now !!!!! hehehehe
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Not so sure he would be wanting these sort of details though.
He is a pirate himself.
No.. i guess he wouldnt want to know his daughter is a world class scrubber...