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Thread: Cutting Old Ties (for  Vivid Fizz)

He larger hand took her own, the softness of her skin contrasting with his own hard body as he felt her fingers settle on his palm. You've made me a very happy man Miss Devan. Like a true gentleman he led her out towards the dance floor, making his way through past the gentry who kept their comments to themselves. Her father could scarcely interrupt a dance without making hurting his own reputation, giving Ripley enough time for his plan to commence. The moment they stepped out onto the dance floor was the signal his cohort had been waiting for. Without anyone taking note the disguised servant left the room, heading for the highest floor and entering the first empty seaside room he could find. It was dark , the ocean shrouded under the blanket of night as the new moon lay overhead. Though one could see nothing out at sea the man prepared his signal, three lanterns lit in succession, and quickly left the room secure in the knowledge his comrades would soon be joining him. As for Ripley he kept himself occupied with the dance, though it was as much of a farce as Rebecca seemed to intend. The movements were well-practiced, but that was all they were. Her own lack of enthusiasm mixed with Ripleys preoccupation made the entire event almost humorous for it was obvious to anyone with half a mind that the beautiful young lady couldn't stand the Captain. Ripley himself didn't seem very enthusiastic either, his eyes always darting around the room as if expecting someone to come and stop them. If only they knew. The gentle music was suddenly interrupted by the most thunderous crashes from upstairs, one that shook the very foundations of the home and sent cracks of plaster falling upon the party-goers below. The screams of men and women quickly followed as a series of explosions followed suite, bright flares of orange lighting up outside as cannonballs rained down upon the colony. Ripley was on Rebecca at once, his arm wrapping around her waste and pulling her to his hard body. This was what he had been looking forward to all night! Someone's attacking the island, he hissed, seemingly in anger. The crowd surged as another volly hit outside, the people in panic. Never taking his arm off of her Ripley pushed them both against the wall, allowing them to escape the stampede. I know you don't care for me, he said, steel eyes looking into her own. but I must insist on getting you to safety before this place is reduced to rubble. Another cannon shot. I know I am the cad in your eyes, but believe when I say I will get you to safety. Trust me Rebecca.
Thread: Cutting Old Ties (for  Vivid Fizz)

Rebecca spun with him and followed his movements with a grace and elegance most women of the day were to have. Though there was no emotion in it. There was only the repetitiveness of her movements, having been done hundreds of times before, that kept her from tripping. If he were to misstep even once she would fall over due to her lack of awareness. It was a dull faade. The good captain did not even whisper those oh so clichd sweet nothings into her ear like he normally did. That was somewhat of a disappointment, some of the sappier lines really brought the beautiful lady to tears from a laughing fit. Though, suddenly, their farce was interrupted. A crash from upstairs shook the building. She gripped the arm of the Captain almost immediately and, as the second series of cannon fire, she let out a small scream. How could this have happened?! Her father had just signed that damned piece of paper so things like this would not happen! Anger, fear, and panic worked their way through her body. A dullness had clouded her mind. All of her was torn in so many directions that she was completely unsure what to do other than stare out in shock. The screaming in the hall had gotten worse people were trying to push each other out of the way to get to the exits. Many had fallen and were being stepped over and on in the mad dash of the crowd. Rebecca hardly recognized that Captain Ripley had pulled him to her or had moved them away from the stampede of panicking ball attendees. Her entire frame was a tremble and she looked up at him with fear in her eyes. F-f-fine, she managed to stammer out before another shot rumbled the building, eliciting another scream from her. She held on to him tighter, pressing her body firmly to his in the process. Yes. Out. All she wanted was out of that horrible place.
Thread: Cutting Old Ties (for  Vivid Fizz)

She was being much more cooperative than he had thought she would be, though the way she trembled in his hands made it clear she was in very little state to resist. On top of that the look of very real fear in her beautiful eyes, eyes usually turned his way with a look of annoyance or hatred, had been more satisfying than he expected it to be. He would have loved to see the look in her father's eyes as he watched his daughter being snatched away by the very man who once protected her but sadly he already had a small window of time to work with. Keeping his vice-like hold around her Ripley pushed into the crowd, carefully moving with it across the hall. Her father was no doubt searching for her, though since the guards would be preoccupied he had little to worry about. The sea captain steered the two of them through the throngs, physically shoving men and women aside when he had to as the explosions continued outside. The first blow to the upper right side of the mansion was the only planned attack on the home, the rest would simply be cover fire to distract the colony from his real ploy. Elbowing one of the aristocrats who blocked his path he finally dragged Rebecca to the locked red door he had made sure would be prepared for this occasion. Three knocks upon the door and it was opened from the inside, the servant that had acted as his man on the inside waiting for them. Ello Captain, the man said as he locked the door behind them. All's been prepared at the western docks. Our boys should keep the cannons on 'em for a little while longer to make good our escape. And the fortress? Ripley asked, all pretense of hiding what was going on having left him the moment that door was locked. The man gave him an evil grin. They didn't notice their guns had been sabotaged until it was too late. You can see the fires burning from here. Excellent, Ripley smirked. He twisted the younger woman in his arms to face him. She was truly a symbol of fine breeding and naivety. Almost a shame that he would be dragging her into his world. Almost. Do try and not struggle. I'd rather not have to knock you unconscious. Before he had even finished his cohort threw a large burlap sack over her head, pulling it far down her dress as he could as Ripley held her in place. Soon after a rope was made to complete the package, wrapping around arms and securing her for their journey.
Thread: Cutting Old Ties (for  Vivid Fizz)

The beautiful debutant kept her head buried in his chest as he pushed through the crowd. Whatever was going on, she did not want to see. The sounds of what were happening were enough! Captain Ripley could do all of the work of saving her, Rebecca did not mind in the least. Hopefully her father was alright. All she wanted was to see her daddy and cry in his arms like she had when she was a little girl. In those arms was protection and safety. Just like the arms of the captain. Perhaps she had been wrong about him. As they rushed she looked up at him, seeing him in a completely different light now. Instead of heading out, however, he lead her to a red door. He knocked on it three times. What was he doing? Was he daft? But that would have been much better than what she witnessed. As things unfolded it became all too clear what was happening. The good captain had planned all of this! She shot him a fierce look. The anger inside of her was boiling so fiercely inside of her that she could not speak. Not struggle? How could he expect her not to put up a fight. She was going to scream and squirm but before she could do any of that. Something fell over her head, making everything go black. She let out a high pitched squeal. Fighting back was completely impossible at this point. A rope had come quickly around and tied her arms and legs in place. She let out another scream and another and another until her voice was hoarse. You cad! she said, her voice cracking terribly. You bastard! You you there were not words strong enough to describe the vileness of the captain. My father will see you executed for this! I promise that you will hang!
Thread: Cutting Old Ties (for  Vivid Fizz)

The captain could only smile at her last threat. Better to die by the noose than in the gutter my dear, he remarked as he reached into his coat. The next sound she would hear was the click of a flintlock pistol being cocked near her ear. Now my sweet Rebecca he told her sweetly, using her name for the first time. The end of his gun was pushed into her chest, the deadly weapon ready to end her life at any moment. I would hate to go to all this trouble to see your exquisite form ruined by your blood, but if you so much as draw any attention to us with your screams I will have little hesitation in shooting you. Am I clear? The pistol pressed harder into her soft body and Ripley wondered if this was the closest the governor's daughter had come to death. His crewman had already opened the window that would lead to their escape. It had all been planned out beforehand, a quick trek through the jungle to the western port were his ship was already ready to set sail. It would be some time before the governor learned of what really happened as his other ship laid waste to the eastern side. Gripping her by the hips Ripley through the young lady over his shoulder like she was a sack of flour. It was unfortunate her body was hidden underneath that layer of burlap, otherwise he would have enjoyed the view of her backside and the feel of her pressed up against him. Soon they where outside, the sounds of the cannon fire slowly softening as they pushed through the jungle brush. Mud splashed around their feet and plants scratched at them but just as they expected they met with no resistance. Anyone running into the jungle now would only be a towns person trying to escape the blasts and of no mind to pay them any attention. The entire journey Ripley never once allowed his beautiful prize to drop, his body used to such treks. His crew was already waiting for him at the docks. Ten strong men armed to the teeth and keeping an eye out for anyone who shouldn't be around. Put her in the boat and cast off! Their captain ordered, passing off the bound Rebecca to some of the men who quickly pushing her into the back of one of the rowboats, but not before getting a few feels for the lovely form hidden under the sack.
Thread: Cutting Old Ties (for  Vivid Fizz)

She felt as if she would faint! The sound of a pistol being readied to fire sounded in her ear and even through the thick burlap of the bag she had unceremoniously been stuffed into, she could feel a barrel being pressed into her chest. Rebecca stood still and instantly quieted. There was no point in getting herself murdered. The bitter taste of betrayal, anger, hate, and panic rested silently on her tongue. If she had eaten something before hand she would have thrown up at that moment. Luckily she had been running late and unable to have even a bite of her supper. He grabbed her hips and threw her over his shoulder. She gave a grunt for having the wind being slightly knocked out of her. Just as she was demanded, she did not make a noise. Though she desperately wanted to. When she was on the traitors ship, she would certainly vocalize how exactly she felt. As she was carried along she began to think of some choice words to use. After minutes of hurried sloshing around they stopped. Mr. Ripley ordered that she be taken to the back of the rowboat. Groping hands came up and got cheap feels at her body. Her cheeks burnt and she demanded that they kept their disgusting hands off of her, even if it were through a sack that they were getting their jollies. She wanted to scream something but she saved her pent up rage for later. Oh, Edward Ripley may have thought he had seen Hell but he was never at the end of Lady Rebeccas burning anger.
Thread: Cutting Old Ties (for  Vivid Fizz)

Everything went off without a hitch, their prize along with several other valuables made off with during the panic spelling victory for their plans. Soon enough the lovely young woman was taken on board the ship and pushed against the mast, her arms untied and the burlap ripped off her body. Awaiting her with eager eyes was a collection of miscreants from across the Caribbean. These men were true sailors, not at all the prim and proper men that her lifestyle promoted. Many were scarred and dirty and stared at her with an evil glare. Much like their Captain they too were spurned by the recent call to peace and many would have liked to settle their accounts with the governor's offspring then and there. It was a fair blessing that their Captain commanded so much respect from them that they held themselves back. Ripley himself stood in front of her, pistol at his side and his sword drawn. He was already breaking up the crew after they got an eyeful of her, ordering them to man their stations and get the vessel moving. This was his element, the place were the true Edward Ripley could thrive. With an arrogant smirk he turned to his captive and gave her a mock bow. I hope my lady found her journey comfortable. Allow me to be the first to welcome you to The Good Fortune , your new home for the next several weeks until your father can provide the ransom that he should find sometime tomorrow morning.
Thread: Cutting Old Ties (for  Vivid Fizz)

Rebecca grumbled as she was push against something hard, a slight pain resonating between her shoulder blades. The bag was taken off of her head. Her masterpiece hairstyle that her maid had spent hours perfecting now hung about her shoulders. All of the money that had been wasted on the gown, it was now wrinkled and torn. Even her pannier had been crushed. That hardly mattered. Every member of the crew had gathered around her it seemed. They had ravenous looks on their faces. Unease set in her stomach. Never before had she been around such men, men that were filthy and rough. A feeling of helplessness encased her and she pressed herself against the mast. Fortunately that had more sense than to launch themselves at her. The beautiful governors daughter glared as Ripley cleared away the men. Her eyes narrowed on his form and she actually let out a feral growl as he approached her. There was absolutely nothing she could do. The bastard had a pistol and his sword was drawn. As he spoke she became more disgusted and angry. He had kidnapped her for ransom! Some choice words flittered around in her mind and she had to use every last bit of her willpower to stop herself from attacking him. This is completely and utterly insane, she snapped at him. Take me back home at once! My father will have you executed for this offense! Those same words had no effect on him before she had been taken aboard the ship. Her delicate hands were curled into tight little fists. Damn you Edward Ripley! Damn you! Damn you! DAMN YOU! She was nearly shrieking as she finished her last profanity towards the end of her words. With a huff she crossed her arms in front of her chest. I will simply not speak with you until my father sends ships to send me. It should not take long. In the morning, maybe midday, I will be going back to my home and you, dear captain, will be dead.
Thread: Cutting Old Ties (for  Vivid Fizz)

The good captain patiently waited for his captive to finish her little outburst. To him nothing she said or did at this point mattered. The way she cursed his name and shot daggers out of her eyes only served to amuse him now as for all intents and purposes he had done what he had set out to do. He had made his point to the governor, may the man go to his grave with full knowledge of the misery he caused. Are you finished? He inquired after she fell into silence, his sword suddenly raising up towards her neck. You've always been an outspoken girl. Never could hide your distaste for someone, especially me. He chuckled. But I believe I should inform you that any rescue attempt you're dreaming up by your father is nowhere near to the reality of your situation. Or perhaps you weren't aware of the reason your father hired privateers like me in the first place? He stepped closer, all personal boundaries thrown aside as his hand stroked her once-pristine hair. My dear, your father cannot send out his ships because you are looking at them. Your father commissioned me to run his ships, to capture merchant ships of our enemies the Spanish and French, and to protect English Jamaica. Besides this one and the one that attacked your home all he has left are a gaggle of fifth-rate sloops barely fit to preform merchant duties. And I suspect he'll have some trouble getting a crew together. Suddenly he grasped her chin forcing her to look at him as he pressed himself against her, blade resting against her throat. He had often boasted of his skill with a blade to the young women of Jamaica and now she was getting a first hand look at it. And why do you think I would allow you to live in the event of our defeat? His eyes were shape and intense, the eyes of a man who had killed up close before. Your position as the governors daughter will not protect you here Rebecca, he spoke her name for the first time, the pretense of politeness dropped. Many of the men on this ship are angry with your good father and lack my patience. They would simply rape and kill you now and be done with it.
Thread: Cutting Old Ties (for  Vivid Fizz)

Feeling the cold blade against her throat, Rebecca froze. Fear weakened her glare. This man had completely and utterly betrayed her and her father. There was no telling what he was capable of. Her mouth dried and she swallowed harshly. Her eyes never left his and as he stepped closer she had to bite her tongue to keep from saying anything. Anger flashed in her eyes once more as he touched her hair. More anger as he spoke because she knew it was true. Her father had given Edward Ripley the best ships of the fleet. Now he was using them in a dastardly way. She snarled as he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him as he pressed closer still. Rebecca did not like how close he was. This was all a game to intimidate her. He wanted to see her fear and wanted her to know that she was the helpless one. Well. She was just going to have to show him that she wasnt afraid of him. You think you can make me fear you? she asked in a whisper. What is keeping you from allowing your men such a revenge? You can lie easily enough. Say that I am alive but really I am moldering away at the bottom of the ocean. Her eyes narrowed on him. Why even bother keeping me alive at all? Isnt it considered bad luck to have a woman on board anyway? My father, whether you like it or not, is going to find a way to make you pay for my imprisonment on this ship. Sorely Rebecca wanted to push him away. To slap him and cause him discomfort and pain.
Thread: Party playmates(Fiye)

It was late in the evening when Miyu was getting ready for the party putting on her costume she looked herself over embarrassed by how much skin was showing. A friend of hers suggested she wear something different from the usual princess costume she wore every Halloween. She was going for Dizzy, her favorite character from Guilty gear but it was a poor representation. She wore the black skimpy body suit with black thigh high boots something of a tail dangling from her behind, and small wings strapped to her shoulders one colored a spotty grey. It wasnt the highest quality costume but it still gave her sex appeal. She almost changed but didnt. It was going on 6 and party would be starting in an hour. Deciding to leave a little early since she was going to walk she made her way out of her bedroom adjusting the thong she wore as she made her way down the hallway to her door. Walking out she saw the younger kids going from home to home trick-or-treating. She walked down the street feeling the warm night air on her skin her arms crossed in front of her. She was a few minutes from the school when someone appeared in front of her. He was thin dressed as a fairy with large delicate dark blue wings his hair was spiked blonde and red, his eyes were eerie, they almost glistened pearly grey his skin was greyed. She looked him over noting the delicate detail of his costume. Youre costume is amazing. She said with a smile, he gave her an exaggerated bow reaching into his pocket he pulled his hand out, it appeared to be empty but hed blown gently a fine shimmery powder puffed in her face making her sneeze. She waved her hands when the powder cleared he was gone. She looked around mystified not seeing the stranger she rubbed her eyes making her way towards the school seeing people starting to head inside. Well that was weird She said as she made her way to the entrance already hearing the music blaring in the Gym. Well here goes She said as she made her way inside getting a few looks and whistles over her costume feeling embarrassed she walked in standing against the wall hoping someone she knew would come. Miyu Bertin 17 Long teal hair often worn in 2 pig tails Big blue eyes Shes a petite girl only about 56 about 113 pounds. Shes a happy-go-lucky, friendly but generally keeps to herself. The school was having a big Halloween party and she was looking forward to it. Dressing up and pretending to be someone else for the night maybe even get to hang out with someone.
Thread: ~sjdude~ and ~naochan~

Queen Jorja glanced around a little bit as she opened a secret door in the wall and went through it, closing it tight behind her so that it looked like nothing was there. She picked up her large dress and hurried down the passage to a secret room that her and her lover had found. But, the thing was, she would not be with her husband tonight. She was having an affair with one of the high knights. She had found that she loved being with him more than she loved being with her husband, so much more. And if she had it her way, she would leave her husband in an instant to be with her knight, but she knew she could not do that. The king might kill him and that was the last thing she wanted.
Thread: ~sjdude~ and ~naochan~

Sir Eric had been waiting nearly an hour for his Queen. He had been keeping this affair with her for sometime time, and he still felt anxious whenever she came to him. He often wondered if it would be the King's guards who would visit him, instead of his royal lover. He had never been married, and never had really considered it, but this woman, Jorja, enticed him beyond all belief. He'd do practically anything for her. He lay on the bed, clad only in a thin shirt and trousers, waiting for his queen.
Thread: ~sjdude~ and ~naochan~

She smiled when she said Eric on the bed. She immediately started to untie the back of her dress as she walked over to the bed. It fell to the ground, leaving her in the thin under dress. She crawled onto the bed and kissed his lips. I am sorry I kept you waiting, she whispered softly, laying down next to him. It was hard to get away tonight. The king would not go to sleep, she whispered, putting her hand on his stomach.
Thread: ~sjdude~ and ~naochan~

He offered her a sly little grin. I wonder however you did it. Eric teased her, brushing back her hair slightly as he leaned in to kiss her very slowly. He felt a raw, primal hunger inside of him, like whenever he was with her. Though, I suppose, you are very imaginative...
Thread: ~sjdude~ and ~naochan~

Jorja shrugged her shoulders. Me and the king do not sleep in the same room, you know, she said, nodding her head. But he likes to be with me before we go to bed, she said softly before kissing him back. She moved so that she was lying on top of him.
Thread: ~sjdude~ and ~naochan~

He slid a hand down her back, finding the curve of her back. How fortunate, Eric leaned up, kissing her slowly again. Eric looked deep into her eyes, longing for her. Do you have anything you're needed for tomorrow morning?