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Thread: The Virgin Prize [Prince & LingeringDesire]

Emme tipped her head at him as he spoke the name she gave him, but she didn't like the look of the grin that crossed his lips. At least his weapons were put away for the moment, and she was sufficiently covered. She watched his hands and growled when he grasped her upper arm. Eyes widened as he cut the clasp to her cloak away. Putrid pirate, I'm hardly a sufficient captive... merely a prisoner passed from one dinghy to the next. Ha! Prisoner indeed... As if she was going to give away her name, station or anything pertinent to THIS fool. You wouldn't dare... She shrieked as he flicked the knife and drug it along the expensive dress. Cutting it away and exposing her creamy flesh for all to see. Emme thought she might as well have been naked for the amount of flesh he exposed. She let him play tailor for the moment... biding the time until he loosed her from his hard grip. Emmeline turned her bright blue eyes to the mess of fabric left on the floor of the captains cabin. She stomped her foot in rage. Her raven locks falling from the combs as she huffed. How dare you ruin MY dress, you filthy man. She reared her hand back and slapped at him, not truly aiming and her hand making contact with his muscular upper arm. NO... I am no harlot and shall not be seen like this! Dropping she picked up some of the nearly sheer and body obscuring under dress bits on the floor. tucking pieces here and there she made a pair of short sleeves and a ruffle that obscured her breasts from being on display by tucking some fabric into her corset. I dare thee to cut more than my clothes... I'd rather die than be seen with the likes of you and your pitiful men! Besides the captain hasn't a clue who I am either... a simple captive of this vessel, same as I shall be for yours... She smirked and stomped out on to the upper deck. He didn't scare her, with his sword and his threats. After all, her father would rescue her before the day was out or well, as soon as word got back to him that the vessel she was on had been under siege. Slim fingers worked to set to rights her tresses as the men gawked at her. Frowning at the captain tied to the mast she jerked her head this was and that, to keep tabs on the men that looked her over like a prize winning heifer at the stockades. Her fiance wouldn't stand for this either, his own ship was docked in Charleston and then he'd be joining his betrothed and her family for the winter in the Caribbean. Then they would arrive back to Charleston and marry the following spring. It was all set in stone and she would stand for nothing less. Emmeline Fortner... daughter to Governor Fortner of St. Masses of the Caribbean Isles. the captain spewed out, when asked. I'm sorry my lady, but my head is important to me. Please... Set me free and I'll carry whatever message you wish the Governor to receive.
Thread: The Virgin Prize [Prince & LingeringDesire]

Emmeline snarled at his slap, of all the insufferable men she'd met, HE was the worst. Keeping her head high, she ignored the comments of the men. Doubting the captain would do any of the things the men suggested around her once he found out WHO she was. She knew the orders given the man that captained her to the Caribbean, his entire family. He was only doing his job after all. Her lips curled into a frown, though they both knew it was all an act and each had their roles. Steely blue eyes fell the Captain as the news came about. She almost gave him a haughty little smile, almost. She was rather pleased to see his jaw slack and agape. Good, she thought, THAT shut him up. She knew her father had clout and that she would be worth a lot more alive than dead. Though whatever happened to her, she felt she might be able to push it aside and go back to how it all once was. The crew was silent too, before the admission of who she was, but now they all kind of stood there, mumbling to themselves and each other. Emme felt as though she could of jumped into the water and swam home at this rate, but alas, they recovered with the triumphant return of their leaders bravado. She sneered at him, his pleasure in all this was over exuberant and she wished him silent. She watched him crouch to speak privately with the former Captain. Curious as to what could have been said on her behalf, she stepped closer. She glanced at the captain, returning his soft smile with a shake of her head. He was selling her to the shark and she was supposed to be happy about it? Eyes wide at the news he passed she stepped back blushing. Though, on second thought, perhaps that was to be her saving grace. Silently she waited for them to hammer out the details, head still high and proud. A little more fearful than before. Soon he was standing and she was addressed, rolling her eyes at him and his foolish little grin. She moved ahead of him, clamoring to the board that connected the two ships. Pantalets showed as she crawled up to it. Righting herself she walked across with no issue, hopping off the other side and stomping to his quarters. She'd have locked herself in if she thought it worth anything or he didn't have the key stowed away in a pocket. Spinning to face him within she snarled, I will NOT be growing more acquainted with the likes of you, you impudent mongrel. You know who I am and how I must be returned, you touch me and my fiancee will have your head on a platter. She lied through her teeth about her betrothed, knowing neither really cared for the other in such a way, but some lies were necessary. Besides that, she was worth revenge and she assumed Charles would agree.Charles loves me, the silly captain left out that part of things... any part of me that is touched will be removed similarly ... on your body. Emme crossed her arms, only serving to press her breasts higher up and for the little scrap of fabric to flutter to the ground.
Thread: The Virgin Prize [Prince & LingeringDesire]

Emme turned her face away from him, hating to watch as his eyes suggested the things he wanted to do to her were far from noble. However, his hand caused her to falter as he grabbed her breast. Her eyes shot to him but that was all she moved for a full minute, her hands batted his away, How dare you soil me with such filth! Surely he can make up which he wishes to remove, Captain. She stumbled through her words as he backed her into a large wooden chair, the plush seat caressing her bum. She glared at him, 'You wouldn't dare!' She seemed to say with her look, but her mouth was silent, for once. No! she gasped, seeing what he had pulled out when he spun. he was much to quick and her struggle was futile. As he wrapped line around her she felt his hand tracing her clothing a little too much. Are you enjoying yourself? She snarled at him. Huffing and writhing in her position she only caused her little cover ups to come out and her breasts to push up higher. No... no, no NO. N-not in here! She exclaimed as he began stripping. She squeezed her blue eyes tightly shut, but it was to no avail. The silence of his undressing and the fact she couldn't defend herself if he came at her with her eyes closed. but to watch him would be wrong... she told herself even as her eyes opened and drug over his firm body, the hair she could comb her fingers through and the strong back she could pretend to feel under her hands. her eyes dropped lower, to his firm buttocks outlined perfectly in his breeches. Swallowing hard she turned her eyes too look at something, anything else. Next, she heard the boots fall, one at a time they clunked to the wooden floor. Her eyes moved to his again, one of his winking at her, she licked her dry lower lip once as he pulled the fabric free. Stubbornly she gazed into his eyes, not daring to look elsewhere. But she couldn't help it, her blue gaze flitted lower to the dangling member between his legs. Emmeline didn't blush, she simply gazed at him curiously. How could such a thing cause virgins to cry, she wondered. Having heard her maids and married cousins talk of it frequently. Her eyes moved over his strong legs and back up to his face as he spoke. Her brows furrowed at him, You think me daft? She questioned, not knowing what he meant but not letting on that she was lost. She scoffed as he kissed ht air at her and then wiggled his ass. Foolish imbecile! She yelled after him, the door closing behind him. She didn't take a moment to ponder what he meant, she began moving her wrists and trying to get free. Though it seemed he had her locked up tight. Oh god, father, please find me and soon... before this vile man has me doing things a lady ought not do... She whimpered, allowing herself to cry for the first time since she'd been taken.
Thread: The Virgin Prize [Prince & LingeringDesire]

His cheering of her own were ignored, much like his little comments. She was only showing him what he could never have. Emme knew of the bounty and knew of the promises made, if she was returned whole. Teasing him was all she had left and so then it would start. He wanted to play games, she was up for the challenge, especially if the prize was his head. Simply put, she had nothing to lose. Of course she despised her fiance and wanted nothing to do with him, this was an out on all accords if he took her and if not, then at least she'd have a bit of fun. Shaking her head she moved to the mirror to tame her wild locks, Hardly... she replied, twisting the strands away from her face and securing them with combs. her eyes settled on him as he closed the distance, caressing her hand with his lips. She blushed, the flood of emotion filling her with something more than chaste flirting and soft touches. Watching as he turned from her, she released her breath and moved to his side, taking the offered glass. Emmeline didn't hesitate to sit, at least across the table there was less chance of more going on between them. Not that it wasn't her goal to have him soil her, but not yet, she needed a bit of time to settle herself and tame her fears. The wine in her shaky hand helped, though she took a quick drink before settling it against the table top. Her eyes landed on him, lips curling back into a smile. No matter what he wore she could close her eyes and imagine him bare. She wasn't convinced this was a good thing. You won't touch me, it's your head on the gallows if you do... this much I know. However, my father is a reasonable man and if things are returned... unspoiled and untouched things might bode well for you. She smiled at him over her wine glass, I think I know my own fate, but then again I can always take things in my own hand if necessary. However, you feel you have my fate in your hand, giving me off to a man that could never love me and sees me only as a way to further his line or keeping me for your men to plunder when you are through with me. Either way, my fate isn't something I wish to discuss. She drank down her wine, emptying the glass before starting on her beets. What I would like to know, dear captain, is your story. Why chose this life or did it chose you? I am at your mercy, please enlighten me. She held out her glass for him to fill again as she chewed her beet. It was tender and delicious, the bread soft and the butter smooth and salty. It was a divine meal for being on a pirate ship, especially when all she thought they ate were salted or pickled herring and sea tack each meal. And of course, drank rum to top it off, not wine.
Thread: The Virgin Prize [Prince & LingeringDesire]

She bit her lip and watched as he moved across to the door, shouting for water. It was a rather quick process and as soon as he had the water she turned to face him. His words made her unsteady, want to run away or something. She felt like prey that the hunter was after, the way he said bedding led her to think other things would be afoot. Did he honestly think after one night she would give in to him and allow him betwixt her thighs? She wasn't some street harlot, she had morals and wanted to wait at least one more night before he soiled her. She took a step back as he closed the distance between them. Emme was unsure of his actions and she didn't want him taking advantage of her. Oh! She exclaimed, when he tugged the gown from her hands. Her eyes left his to roam his chest, soft fingers lifted, but she forced them back to her sides. To touch him now would only further spur his actions, something she wasn't sure she was quite ready for. Down to his fingers as he worked the rag into the water and then a bit of soap. Feeling the intensity of his gaze her eyes moved back up to his. Locking on his desire filled orbs. Letting out her breath in an oomph as he jerked her closer and against him, she leaned back and stared at him, bracing herself with her hands on his chest. His words caused her blue eyes to widen slightly as she watched his face slowly lower. Her hands slid up to his shoulders as he leaned, her lips soft and moist parted for him as her eyes closed and she followed his lead on the first touch. Emmeline couldn't stop it, even if she wanted to, and she didn't. The kiss was magical and expert. Her own tongue left her mouth to touch his and glide past into his warm depths. Whimpering softly into the kiss as he began to wash her. His actions normal as could be until her breasts got a longer washing. She quivered and moaned into their kiss as his hands moved over the hard peaks of her breasts. Slowly she felt herself giving over to the pleasure. Allowing the pleasure to course through her veins and down into other places. The dark curls of her sex were already damp, but now they grew more so as she thought of the further touches she would receive. Curls of desire swept through her as his hand moved lower, the circles causing her to whimper and writhe with need. Her hands, that had once laid flat on his shoulders, now curled into the flesh for support. Finding herself wanting that touch scared her a bit. But as he asked she spread her legs, she didn't even have to think about it. Widening the distance between her feet she gazed up at him, her fingers stroking down his chest, over his stomach and back up. After all, he made her feel good... why couldn't she return the favor? With her legs spread and her hand trailing his torso, Emme felt the need welling up in her for his touch. Though it still scared her a bit, she wanted it. Feeling as though she could stop him before things go to far out of her control. At least this was her thoughts on the matter.
Thread: The Virgin Prize [Prince & LingeringDesire]

The cloth in his grasp ran along her thighs, gently. But then, the slight touch came and she shook like a leaf on the tree in autumn. His fingers brushed against her sex gently, with the rag. The touch was a whisper of the touch she knew he could give, the touch she craved. Her hands that had trailed his body with thoughts of touching him, now clung to his side in an attempt to keep her upright. Please, her mouth moved and the words, almost silently, fell from it. Emmeline whimpered as his words hit her, her fingers growing brave once more and dragging along the waistband of his pants. She aimed to please him, though the thoughts he brought to the surface took her mind away from her task. Long enough that he could press her against the wall. She bit her lip and looked up into his eyes, it was pure desire she saw and radiated. Mouth falling open briefly as he revealed himself to her. She licked her lips, hunger apparent. Even though she wasn't entirely sure what she should do. She glanced between it and his face as he stood there, it's warmth ghosting her soft pale flesh. Gone was her foolish little game, pure desire ran through her veins. Her fingers moved out away from her, the tips of one just grazing the head of his cock before he was lifting it up to be cuffed. No, please... I wish to touch you. She begged him. But his lips silenced her, his cock hard and hot against her pale stomach. She moaned into the heated kiss as he grasped her other hand and cuffed it as well. Please, do not... She whispered. It wasn't a plea not to have her. But for her to participate. Though it was painfully clear she would participate whether she wanted to or not. When he took the choice away she didn't want to play. Her lips settled into a firm line and she refused to meet his gaze. She wanted the choice but she also wanted his touch. Gentle or not she wanted the touch between her legs, even if she wanted to fight it now while being pinned to the wall. Their bodies touched fully, inch against inch. He was deliciously warm, she trembled against him as he gave her an intimacy she'd never been party to before. his fingers began to tease her, she pitched and whined against him, trying to deny that the touch was something she even wanted, but she did. Even she couldn't deny the fire that burned in her light blue orbs for the captain. She bit her lip and turned her eyes away, blinking them open and closed rapidly. Upset he'd taken her touch of him away. She felt her skin quivering as his hand lowered, part of her wishing he'd hurry up so that it could be finished, the anticipation.
Thread: His Little Pet (Sweetsubmission x ovalteenies)

It had been another long, boring day of school, and it wasn't even close to being done yet. Jamie could not wait to get out of this place god forsaken place, with its nerds, and text books, and boring teachers. She tapped her pencil on her desk repeatedly, and sneered at the teacher, who was giving some sort of lecture at the front of the class, not that she had been paying any attention. She was dressed in a short black skirt, with thigh highs underneath, and a tight, white, button up blouse. She twisted her light brown hair around her finger and rolled her eyes. She suddenly sat back in her chair and sized up the teacher. Her straight posture and crossed legs almost demanded attention towards herself. And when, Mr. Teacherman, is there ever going to help us in our lives? You're so boring that I couldn't have paid attention to any of that if I tried. her words with filled with insult, her eyebrows raised high as she spook. She met his eyes dead on, and a small smile started curling her lip as some of her classmates laughed, most trying to conceal their humor.
Thread: His Little Pet (Sweetsubmission x ovalteenies)

As students would have it, any class hour for teachers can be just as grueling for them too, most especially if the students were giving a full show of their indifference with the ongoing class. This happens to be the case of what Joshua Liet is experiencing right now. In the midst of a biology class, one less than savory girl voiced out her displeasure with the subject. He turned his attention towards Jaime, his pale olive tan skin evident under the light, the dark ash brown hair on his head waving ever slightly with how snappy he turned. A man in his early 30's, quips like that don't really sit well with him. Still, he kept his composure and hid his underlying irritation, straightening up his dark blue suit jacket and laying down the marker on his desk. Do tell, Ms. Jaime, of what would make you pay attention. he called out to her, thinking of something that would put this girl in her place. Surely someone of your abilities would help make this class less boring.
Thread: His Little Pet (Sweetsubmission x ovalteenies)

Jamie laughed at his reaction, other classmates had the same response. She leaned back in her chair and tapped her foot slowly, taking her time in responding. Well. Mr. Liet, she said, rolling her eyes as she said his name. Almost anything else would be much more interesting than this. She looked around, her hair falling over her shoulders. Some of the boys winked at her, and she just grinned back before turning her attention back to the teacher.
Thread: His Little Pet (Sweetsubmission x ovalteenies)

Anything? he kept his tone calm still even though half of his class were already laughing, even the ones who restrained their laughter had joined the ruckus. The school were expectant of this behavior, so as to not disturb other classes, each room were fitted to be both sound proof and isolated from the outside. This Jamie would prove to be quite the hard dog to be broken, not really caring about her grades, he can't threaten her parents either as they seemed to have given up on the girl. Beyond this point, he would have to do anything to keep her in line, morals aside. Very well. he said softly, his tone quite cold as he started walking through the columns of students, brushing his hair up that would sometimes make his female students turn his way. Would you please stand up and follow me up front? he said, reaching out his hand to her.
Thread: His Little Pet (Sweetsubmission x ovalteenies)

She watched him walk towards her, her eyebrows raised and her arms crossed over her chest. She scoffed and completely ignored his hand, though after a moment she did stand up, mostly out of curiosity than wanting to follow his rules, plus it was wasting class time, which was quite amazing. She rolled his eyes, Now what? she asked him, glaring at him, her blue eyes bright with the thought of being able to embarrass him even more. She smoothed down her dangerous short skirt and recrossed her arms.
Thread: His Little Pet (Sweetsubmission x ovalteenies)

He smiled a soft smile as she stood up, irritation mild in his veins now even when seeing her make blatant her own apathy. The class begun the murmur as he took hold of her hand and half walked, half dragged her to the front and up the short platform where his desk is. He positioned her in front and facing the still murmuring group of students, some of them growing rather antsy from the display. Standing behind her, his hands grazed across her long light brown hair. Let's tackle human anatomy for now, class. he called out to them, loud enough to silence the mutterings of everyone. He pulled at the leather belt looped around his pants while his other hand took hold of her wrist, forcing it to her back, wrapping the belt around it before pulling her other hand back until both her hands were tied firmly behind her. More specifically, female anatomy. he said as he grab hold of Jamie's blouse and pulled them apart with force that buttons flew out.
Thread: His Little Pet (Sweetsubmission x ovalteenies)

She followed him, becoming slightly nervous, though she didn't let it show through her perfect features. She stumbled along and stood where he positioned her. And than he spook, his words shook her and she started to struggle slightly, mumbling that it wasn't funny. Her eyes opened wide when he grabbed her wrists, and she started to turn to confront him, than she was bound. What are you- she was quickly cut off when he blouse was ripped off. Her face flushed a crimson red and she struggled against the belt, trying to free her hands. Ok, Mr. Liet, I get it! Alright! This isn't funny! she said, keeping her eyes off of her classmates, and trying to wiggle her hands free.
Thread: His Little Pet (Sweetsubmission x ovalteenies)

Hush now, Jamie. We're in the middle of a class. It's rude to talk in the middle of a lecture. he said softly to her as he went back over to his desk, grabbing a pair of scissors from the drawer. Now, female anatomy is one of life's greatest arts. he continued, now his 'lecture' intended for everyone in the room to hear. He slipped the shears to the middle of her bra and snipped at it, letting loose her breasts as the underwear swung to the sides still strapped to her shoulders. And as most great arts go, it should be well appreciated. he placed the scissors back on top of the desk as his hands went to work on groping at her perky breasts.
Thread: His Little Pet (Sweetsubmission x ovalteenies)

She was breathing heavy now, her eyes wide as she looked around in panic. She searched the faces of her classmates, but the girls seemed to shocked to do anything, and the guys... Well they were having other thoughts. She watched as her bra fell away from her body, leaving her even more exposed, and her face got even more red. She jerked at his touch and pushed back against him, trying to get him away from her, anything! Stop it Joshua! she demanded, her wrists now bruised from trying to escape the belt that was tied around them.