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Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

He was good, she had to give him that, her sword blocking and thrusting as well. Jumping and dodging his strikes against her. She breathed in and shook her head slowly, No not between you and me, you mindless twit. She sneered as his pistol pointed towards her as well she kept hers pointed directly at his chest, her chest heaving up and down heavily. Win by retrieving the chest. She said and swallowed as her left hand twirled her cutlass slowly. That was it, glancing over to see her crew held against their will and she grimaced, closing her eyes before growling. Her lids opened and her blue eyes pierced his, her thumb slowly uncocking her gun and placing it back into it's holster just as her sword dropped to the deck. She could see a few men squirming and her head jerked. Surrender.. She muttered and stepped back, her two black gloved hands raising up as the wind blew, her white blouse and her hair. Fine, take what you want. But you'll never get the code out of me. She muttered, she did have other treasure upon the ship and she swallowed. Her ship slowly rocked against the small waves and she watched Windslow, she had been defeated. She couldn't believe it, with all of the pirates she had fought against, she had to loose against Windslow?
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

Windslow kept his pistol and sword pointed at Bonney, but he nodded to his crew, and they moved quickly to secure the prisoners and take them below to the Laugh 's well-secured brig. Ethel had started the battle with fifteen crewmen, and she had ten left in various states of capability. Windslow would be sure to order medical care for the wounded he wasn't a cruel man, and now that he'd won the fight, he had no reason to wish them any further ill. Bonney, though, he took special care with, knowing she was the most capable one on her ship. He held her under his gun until more crewmen came to cover her, and only then did he holster and sheath his weapons. He moved in to personally disarm and search her. Trust me, Ethel, I'm trying not to take any pleasure in this, he murmured as he frisked her thoroughly, speaking too low for his crew to hear, I mean, under other circumstances this would be a fine lark, but I'm not about to victimize you in this position. He found her pistols, her backup daggers, her tiny backup pistols, two sets of lockpicks, and a variety of other implements of destruction and subterfuge hidden on her person. Windslow knew he didn't have a reputation as a bloodthirsty brigand or a daring cutthroat, but he was smart and methodical and searched her body in every way he could without investigating cavities, his fingers deft and gentle yet insistent against her clothing and flesh. When he was certain he'd deprived her of all the weapons he could, he took a pair of manacles and bound her hands in iron behind her back. Tie her to our mast, he ordered, but don't take any liberties with her! I'm going to want to talk to her later. As they took her away, he turned to his mate to issue other orders. Search this ship from the crow's nest to the bilge. Take all stores, treasure, repair supplies, gunpowder, sails, spare wood, everything we can carry. Strip this boat down. Stack all treasure, including whatever chest you find, probably in the captain's cabin, and put it on the deck all the other stores can be added to our own. He thought for a moment, then sighed. We don't have enough crew to manage both ships, and I don't want to leave her for the Spanish, so once she's stripped down and emptied, scuttle her. We'll continue on the Laugh alone.
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

Ethel Bonney turned and watched as her crew was forced off of her ship and onto the laughs. Shaking her head she backed up though she grunted out as she felt as she ran into something. Glancing back she saw two of his men and she squirmed as their grasps on her arms tightened as they held her arms snugly behind her. Oh yeah..sure. She muttered and glanced to the side, him having found all of her weapons and she sighed softly as they had piled up upon the deck floor and she grimaced as the feel of cold steel was snapped around her wrists behind her back. You best be watchin' yer back, Windslow. She growled and kicked her legs, squirming under the mens grasp. All though she often knew what she was doing and was capable of getting out of sticky situations, she couldn't get out of this. She was clasped in irons and two burly men were dragging her. Her feet touched the deck of the Lovers Laugh and she drug them before putting her dead weight on, trying to make it harder for them. Hearing a chuckle before she cried out in slight pain as the shoved her against the mast. A spare set of rope was wrapped around her legs and then around the mast before around her stomach just under her breasts as it was securely tied behind her and she squirmed. She furrowed her eyes at the men, feeling a few fingers running along her stomach and she leaned back. You 'eard your captain, Back off. She sneered and the men chuckled as they left, watching all of her treasure especially her Mosaic Chest being brought onto the Laugh and she frowned. You can't do this, Windslow!
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

Windslow came back aboard with the huge, strangely designed chest containing the Mosaic Treasure. He gazed coldly at Bonney as the crewmen put the chest down on the deck in front of her. I can, Ethel. And I have. He looked her over, all bound to the mast. With her tight-fitting clothes, and the ropes squeezing under her chest, she looked... really really good. He glanced away, before he had any further reaction. He was still trying to be professional about this, and frankly, he wasn't much of a man for unwilling partners. He'd played with his share of rope, but always with the acceptance of both or all involved. Right now any further thoughts along those lines, despite Bonney's beauty, would be distracting. Look, I want to be fair about this. We took your ship, fair and square, as pirates will. That makes your treasure ours, including the Mosaic booty. However, as I'd rather finish this quickly than take a lot of time figuring out your lock mechanism, I'll give you an equal share of all the proceeds of this voyage, just like any crewmember. I'll even stake your surviving crew, one share for the lot of them. The crew nearby grumbled at this, but Windslow gave them hard looks until they turned away, back to their duties. It's not what you had, but it's the best you'll do now. Plans change, after all.
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

She breathed in, watching just as her chest was brought on board. Her teeth gritting and she squirmed against the wooden mast as her chest heaved up and down. Why would I want to share it with you? Remember...we're pirates. She sneered right back to him and squirmed, though if she did give him the code her crew would be able to have some as well as her. But she wasn't one who liked sharing what she had fought for. She glanced down before shaking her head, No. I was the one who went into the cave and I brought it out. I risked my damn life for that. You'll never get the code out of me. She muttered and glanced to the side. It was true, she had risked too much to just go ahead and give away the code. Why would I do that, if I can't even trust you. You put my crew in the brig, you tie me to a mast. You take everything away of mine and you're about to sink my ship. Why should I believe what you're saying. She said and shook her head. When she met someone new it took a while for her to begin to trust them, especially if they were another pirate. And more so, if it was Windslow. Like I said Earlier, Windslow. You're out of luck. She nodded and gave a small smirk. They would not be able to open it by trying to break it open. It was cursed and it would only open one way but turning the dials on the side of the chest to the exact number and symbols and she turned her head, closing her eyes. And you can't get it out of my crew. Because they won't know it.
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

Windslow oversaw the work as they brought over food stores and water and powder, and all that they could. He listened as the crew picked up their carpentry tools and began to patch the holes in the hull. He even personally selected which of Bonney's cannons were in better condition than the worst of the Laugh 's, so they could change up for better armaments. When the time came, Windslow personally pulled the plugs that let seawater into the bilge, scuttling the ship. He climbed to the deck ahead of the rising waterline, and stepped aboard the Laugh just as the crew was casting off the lines and pulling away. Bonney's ship sank with a quiet burble, and he stood next to her, by the mast, and watched it go down, his hat in hand. She was a good vessel, he murmured to his captive. I regret we couldn't crew her. But I won't leave a good ship for the Spanish to find. Yes, he may have been a pirate, but he was also an Englishman. As the crow's nest disappeared beneath the waves, he turned to her more fully. I've no wish to harm ye, Bloody Ethel. It's just business. I know it's not what you planned. Plans change. Will you take my offer? Even with just a share, it ought to be enough to buy yourself another ship, a better ship. You're many things, Ethel, but not a fool.
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

She seemed to waver everything as it passed by but once seeing and hearing her ship burble and she shook her head. Windslow no! She gasped and whimpered as her ship sunk slowly, tilting over to the side and her head hung low. She had been defeated, and pulled of her pride and sighed softly. She was never sad, but the sight of her ship sinking, her crew locked up in irons in the brig..everything was going wrong. Her eyes traveled over to him and she sighed, biting her bottom lip before she leaned back against the mast. He was damn right she wasn't a fool, though her eyes looked to the deck of his ship. Fine.. She said and shook her head. All right, I gave you what you wanted. Give me and my crew our share and drop us off at port and we'll be on our merry way. She muttered, not so happy. But yeah right, like it would happen that easily. He was a pirate as well why would he make her life easy? When you open it, I have to be there as well. I will not give you the code and be on this mast when you open it. I demand to be there when it's opened. Or no accord. She spoke and gripped the mast with her fingers.
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

Windslow eyed her in return. You're not a fool, and you're not an oath-breaker, either. You'll lie in an instant, but you keep your word once given. At least, that's your reputation. I want you to shake on the deal with me, and I'll let you loose to join your crew. When we get to Tortuga in 3 days, we'll divvy up the shares, and all go our separate ways, very much richer. That's the deal. He nodded to his men, who grudgingly untied her, and took her hands out of the irons. Windslow looked her in the eye. Share for you, share for your crew, no tricks on either side, he said. He spit into his palm and held it out to her, the age-old ritual of sealing an oath. In truth, as he waited for her decision, his mind was on his crew. They didn't much seem to like letting Ethel go, even though it was to make a deal that was better for everyone. He suppressed his frown. The new crew was influencing even the older crewmembers to behave unprofessionally, and with the payday so close, he could hardly get strict with the discipline, lest he risk a mutiny. He just hoped it wouldn't cause a problem in the few days left to go.
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

She didn't know whether to trust him or even accept it, though once her eyes caught sight of him spitting in her hand she knew he was serious and she sighed softly. It was the age-old way of sealing an oath and she stared at his hand. She bit her bottom lip softly before looking back up to him and cocking her head. Fine. You better keep your oath, or I swear on everything holy. You will not live to see the daybreak. She said softly and turned her head. Feeling herself being untied from the mast and her hands released from the irons. Immediately her hands moved to touch her wrists where she had squirmed and rubbed them raw. Though hearing grumbling she glared at his crew, bringing her left hand to her mouth as she spit on her palm before moving it back down and taking his hand, shaking it. She let go before wiping her hand on her pants and turned as she felt a pair of hands on her arms and she knew she'd be taken down to her crew, at least she was able to be with them.
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

The surly crewmembers wrestled Bonney down to the brig area with unnecessary roughness, and she was pretty sure several of those brushes against her private areas weren't accidents. But she wasn't outright molested, and soon she was thrown in with her crew, ten hardy souls, four of which were injured but still going. The cell was small for 11 people, but not horribly so. It would do for the three or so days to Tortuga. That evening, and the two successive evenings, Windslow came down to the brig, bringing the evening meal and acting as ship's doctor he had the most experience with injuries, having been a doctor's assistant for a time before taking up piracy. He always brought better food than they got from the rest of the crew, and they all knew if they did anything to him, their lives were forfeit, so he was safe when he entered the brig cell. While he tended stab wounds and head injuries, he spoke casually, primarily with his patient but also with Captain Bonney. He was keeping his word to hold no grudges. It wasn't much, but it was the only civil conversation she and her crew had with their captors, as the rest of the crew was unaccountably vicious toward them. It wasn't until late at night on the third night, the night before they were expected to sight Tortuga although the winds had been slow, and they were behind schedule that it all came to a head. The captured crew was awoken by a clumsy rattling of keys in the cell door, as four of the burly crew lined up to enter, with three more holding guns on the prisoners to ensure their compliance. All seven stank of rum, and their smiles were more predatory than solicitous. When they finally got the door open, all four shouldered their way in and went straight for Bloody Bonney.
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

Though the days had passed and it shocked Bonney almost at how nice the Captain was being, but then again they did shake their hands on Oath and she sat back. Small conversations between her crew and him. Though most nights speaking with her crew and telling them of what ship they would need to salvage when they got to Tortuga. She knew she wouldn't be able to get a ship from the port of Tortuga, maybe salvage a ship that has no crew upon it. Though her words were cut short as she saw a few men from Windslows crew walking down and to their cell. Cocking her brow to see their guns pointed at her and her crew. What do you think yer doing? She asked just as the cell door was opened and they went directly for her. Eh..back off. She growled and gave a light gasp at the sudden tight grasp on her arms and she was shoved through the door. Eh! Leave our Cap'n alone! She didnt do anything to you! Yeah! Let her go! A few of the men yelled, almost sensing what the men had on their minds. Though when they had brought her down days earlier she had noticed the unnecessary places they were touching. Her private parts most of between her legs and her breasts, though she was brought back as she felt a hand glide up and along her breast. Get yer hand off me. She sneered just as the door to the brig was shut and she had felt something burrowing deep inside of her that she hadn't felt in years....Fear. The looks on their faces, more so in their eyes and the strong odor of rum from their breath and she knew what was going to happen. Windslow! She yelled out as her body squirmed, he may be her enemy but she knew he wouldn't allow this as she writhed under their grasp.
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

A rough hand was clapped over her mouth as soon as she called for Windslow. The seven of them brought her up on deck, nearly carrying her outright, where more of the crew waited. She looked around, and saw just about everybody was there, save a few who were on necessary duty wheelman, lookout and Windslow himself. The other captain was nowhere to be seen. Bonney was taken to the forecastle, where the Mosaic Chest had been moved. Her captor flung her to the wood in front of the chest, and everybody gathered up in a circle around her and the massive container. A swarthy one-eyed man, Van Graaf, one of Windslow's new crew, yet acting as the ringleader of this band, came down to one knee and glowered at her. We don't want to wait until port, he growled. We've been waiting for days. We want to see the treasure NOW. So open it up for us, pretty captain. He took her hand, and laid it upon the first of the coded lock dials. She could smell the rum, and could almost feel the hate and lust radiating from him. She was sharply aware that she was the only woman these sea dogs had seen for weeks, and she was in a very vulnerable position...
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

Bloody Bonney gasped in slight pain as her knees and hands met the deck roughly, on the deck of the ship before the Chest and she breathed in. She peered out, not seeing Windslow and she glared at all of the crew. Yeah well you can wait for tomorrow. As we'll be in Tortuga. Though feeling his hand moving to rest it upon one of the dials that she had to change in order to open it she flung her hand back from the chest, up into the air and managed to have time to curl it as it hit the mans face. Don't touch me. She sneered, I will not open for you. Your Captain did not permit it. She growled and stood up as she pushed herself away from one of the men. This is Ridiculous. You can wait, it's only a couple of hours. She said and turned as she moved to shove herself through the group.
Thread: This video got me so turned on...

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Thread: This video got me so turned on...

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Thread: Mixed Blood [Exelis & Blue]

Draco Malfoy. Age seventeen, only son of the prestigious Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, ex-Death Eater?. Engaged. The blonde couldn??t help but cringe at the thought of his arranged marriage. He had always known that he would somehow be forced into an engagement after all, purebloods were far and few and it was only a matter of time before he??d be told to marry one of them. However, ever since the wizarding war ended, the Ministry had been trying to promote better relations with muggles in the wake of their recent history of poor affairs. Now, purebloods were forced to marry muggles or mudbloods. They weren??t even given the courtesy of half-bloods. It seemed like the Ministry was just looking for a way to make everyone in the damn world a witch or wizard. Draco recalled the pure, white anger that surged in his chest when he first got the letter. It felt as if his parents were betraying him, forcing him to marry a mudblood? and what was even worse, he was set up with Hermione Granger. Couldn??t they have pulled a few strings to ensure him a better pick? But then again, after Voldemort??s fall, the family was lucky for not being sent to Azkaban for their crimes as Death Eaters. He threw the letter into the fireplace, growling swears beneath his breath. His foul mood kept the rest of the Slytherins in the common room from getting anywhere near him for a few days. Just as his bad temper seemed to be calming down, Dumbledore had summoned him to his office for a word. Turns out, the old bat congratulated him for his soon-to-be marriage and even arranged a room just for him and his bride to be. Draco thanked his headmaster by throwing one of his many trinkets against the wall as he stormed out of the room. When he returned to his dormitory, he found all of his possessions gone and a small note was left on his bed in Dumbledore??s handwriting. ??I??ve saved you the trouble of moving your things. I hope you enjoy your new room??. After much more cursing and carrying on, Malfoy made his way out of the dorm that had been his temporary home for six years and into the new one he was bound to hate. Of course, the room was nice enough. It resembled much like a sitting room and- oh, for christ??s sake, only one bed. Draco would rearrange that later. Either that, or he??d gladly sleep on the couch instead of sharing a bed with that Granger girl. Draco sunk into one of the chairs with a low growl, handsome features twisted slightly in aggravation. He would have thought his final year at Hogwarts would be somewhat enjoyable, free from his duties to Voldemort and being able to actually relax for the first time in a long time. It seems like fate had its mind set against Draco and was willing to deal out one cruel hand after another. What a drag.
Thread: Mixed Blood [Exelis & Blue]

She couldn't believe it. She couldn't god-damned well believe it. Believing the Malfoy's offer for her hand to be a hoax, she'd accepted. Hoping that the one little loophole that would have allowed her freedome from the damned law would carry through, she hadn't damned well expected the offer that they'd sent to be GENUINE. Making Ron repeal his offer so he could make sure he got his sweetheart for his bride after recieving Malfoy's offer, all the damned bastards had to do was repeal their offer and have the git marry whoever they'd really wanted him to marry in the first place and she would have been fine. She mumbled angrilly about stupid wizards as she walked to the room that she knew was reserved by Dumbledoor for her and her new... ick... Fiance. She said the words to open the rooms that they were alotted and blanched as she saw the Ferret. I didn't think you'd be here yet, she said, glaring at him darkly. Why the hell hadn't he repealed his damned offer before it was passed through the ministry, she couldn't help but wonder. And if she didn't have an angry Crookshanks in a cat carrier, she would have demanded an answer then but instead she put down the carrier and let the small little beast out. The cat purred once let out, prancing about and looking before going back to her and weaving his way between her legs, rubbing against her. Yes, yes... This was the perfect set of rooms for his mistress. One big bed and a male to keep her from snuggling him to death in her sleep. The cat looked at Malfoy as if he were looking at a pet, believing himself to be above everyone and everything save for Hermione. Hm, yes... The male would do. Powerful enough, fit enough and attractive by human means. The cat seemed to smile as it looked at Draco. Yes. He'd do quite nicely to keep his mistress company.