The Siren

Title: The Siren
Author: Hellborne (the_ferret_mom@yahoo.com)
Age Rating: 18+

Disclaimer: Characters, if you saw them in the movie, not mine. See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.

Typing convention: / is used for thoughts. * - * - * is used for scene changes and passages of time.

Summary: Will has been abducted by The Siren, a beautiful pirate captain with a crew of women. It's Jack's job to get him back, and he seems scared about it. Many surprises.

Warnings: H/C, angst, lemon, rape, Het.

Betas: The two greatest BetaGoddesses in the world, Pendragginink and Littlebird! You're both truly magnificent, and I wouldn't be able to write half as well without you!

NOTE: Written during our homeless phase, typed on May 7th, 2004 at the MGM Grand Hotel while waiting to see a new TV pilot. Seven of our ferrets are still in the pound (can't afford $35/each to get them out), and they'll kill four of them in less than a week from now (May 21, 2004) because they've got health problems (we run a ferret hospice and shelter, so many of the ferrets we get are terminal...we give them a loving home till they finally pass on, and then cry for weeks afterward). So...now that you know what we went through from April 30th through May 10th, maybe you'll hit the REVIEW button to make me feel better. Remember, I want your HONEST opinion of the story...good, bad or ugly, I love the reviews!

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Chapter 3 - Trepidation & Seduction

"Why wouldn't Will want to come back to you and the Pearl?"

"Well, it could be for a few different reasons, depending on what she's done with him. If he's been given to the crew, he'll be doing menial labor; scrubbin' the decks, bilge crew, galley...and pleasuring any of the crew wot wants him. And as he's of a type of man they see as good lookin', he'll be very popular, so to speak. Now, if Angeline keeps him to herself, he'll have his nights free to relax or whatever he wishes to do, pampered in her cabin, and he'll spend his days satisfying her and sleeping. There may be other small chores, but essentially he'll be her pampered cabin boy. Not many men can resist that for long."

"Jack, I know she's your sister, but how do you know so much about the running of her ship?"

"Because she threw me to her crew for over a year last time I saw her. So you may be able to understand my slight agitation at meetin' up with her again. I don't know what she may want from me this time."

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Will's handler brought him into the captain's cabin, latched his leash onto a hook in the headboard of the bed, and left. Will had only a moment to glance around the cabin before his father walked in and sat next to him.

"Will, I'm sorry I didn't look for ye, lad. When I was acursed, once I was free I was hiding from Barbossa, since I still felt miserable about marooning Jack and believed Barbossa had killed you, since I knew you had my coin. When The Siren, Angeline, found me, I stayed with her to be a close to 'Jack' as possible, since I thought he was dead. But as time went on, I grew to love Angeline. You will too."

"But why does she treat men so cruelly?"

"Look around, you Will. When you woke up in the brig, was it the hard, cold brig of a man's ship? No. The men who are the crew's property happily do the small chores they are given, as the rewards are quite sweet. The only rules regarding men are, quite simply, speak only when spoken to, no clothing, as it can be used to hide weapons, and do whatever any crewmember wishes. And as the ladies' wishes are QUITE reasonable, most of the men stay on even after they are told they may leave. In fact, you are currently the only man here against his will at all. So give Angeline a chance. She doesn't treat anyone cruelly. She's a lot like Jack in many ways. Is he cruel?"

At that moment, the door opened and Angeline walked in. She grinned at the two Turners. "Getting reacquainted? Plotting an escape? Discussing me or my little brother? Or perhaps the freedom of being a slave on the White Rose, eh? While I aught to allow you both all the time I promised, I'm going to have to 'borrow' Will for a small time. I wish to explain some of the 'benefits' of staying to him. Bill, please keep everyone out until I say otherwise." Bill nodded and left, closing the door behind him.

Angeline looked at Will intently. "You look so much like Bill used to look when he was your age."

"You knew my father when he was my age?"

"Of course! Jackie and I used to captain the Black Pearl together. Bill was our first mate till Jackie and I parted company. Baby brother got the Pearl and Bill, while the rest of the crew went with me on this ship, which I renamed the White Rose. That would be close to thirteen years ago." She grinned. I believe I got the better end of that deal. Jack's new crew was Barbossa and his men. On the other hand, I started replacing my crew with women, and rewrote the articles to what they are today. There are actually two men from the old crew still on the Rose, plus your father. Now, lean back and relax while I show you some of the intimate pleasures in store for you."

"No thank you. I really think I'll wait till I get back to Port Royal." He drew his legs up and wrapped his arms around them.

Angeline undressed. "Young William, I will first apologize, and I mean this sincerely. Under normal circumstances, I am quite patient and wait for a man to choose to bed me. However, though I wish it could be that way, we have only three days before Jack arrives, and by then I intend you to be mine." She turned toward Will with a dagger in her hand. "So I must insist. Now, lean back and relax. I shall not tie you down unless you fight me. I wish this to be pleasant for you. In fact, the leash is symbolic only, so if you wish, I'll remove it for our bed play."

Will made a noncommittal grunt and lay back stiffly like an automaton.

"So that's how you want it, eh?" She unlatched the leash from Will's collar. "All right then." She moved to the foot of the bed and crawled slowly to his feet, taking his big toe sensuously into her mouth while pressing his other foot to her chest and pushing her breasts together, trapping it there. She moved her mouth to the trapped foot, darting her tongue between his toes and taking them one by one into her mouth as she rubbed her pert, light pink nipples along the sides of his foot as he watched, curious. He couldn't even imagine Elizabeth doing something like this.

Will smiled, trying not to giggle. Angeline began licking up the front ridge of his foot, all the way to his knee, then dipped her head to the underside of his knee and suckled there. Will's manhood twitched, starting to come to life.

Angeline smiled. "I knew I'd find it. Give up, boy, and enjoy it. Your father has enjoyed it several times a day since the curse was lifted. Or is it because you're afraid that I'll be too much for you, eh?"

"I'm saving myself for another."

"Don't worry, boy. You'll have more experience to bring her pleasure once I'm done with you."

"I'd also like to have a say in the matter."

"I told you I'm sorry about that. But we don't have the time. Perhaps you would rather have control. All that I must insist on is that you do sample my pleasures. The method is up to you." She sat back on her legs between Will's knees, smiling just like Jack whenever he felt like looking "innocent." She looked just as silly to Will as Jack did when he did it, so Will laughed. "You need to change your facial expressions; Jack uses that one too often to be of any use."

"No worries. So do I." She smiled genuinely and took his hand. "I'll make you a promise, young William. Take me this once. Let me give you as much pleasure as I can. If you never wish it again, so be it; I'll never ask it again, and when baby brother arrives, I shall send you over without a fight. Do we have an accord?" She held out her hand.

Will thought about it. On the one hand, he thought he wouldn't have any problems refusing her after merely one tumble, but his mind kept screaming at him that his father was still here by his own choice and as much as warned him that she could seduce him permanently. But he knew in his heart that nothing could change his mind about going back to the Pearl and eventually, Port Royal. He took her hand and kissed it. "We do."

She moved over him, then slid down his side to lay next to him, her head propped up on her elbow, a tiny smile on her lips.

He leaned over and kissed her. Her mouth opened in welcome and he entered with his tongue, tasting her teeth, lips and mouth. She tasted like spiced rum and lime, but sweetened. Her tongue darted under his, then around and over it, inviting him deeper. He moved one hand to her breast, cupping it and running his thumb over her nipple. She moaned around his tongue, then started sucking on it as he fondled her.

He shivered as she moved one hand in to play with his nipple, the other to play with the hair behind his ear. But when she brought one foot up to tickle his balls, he gasped, his manhood getting completely erect almost instantly. /Sweet Jesus! She's agile as a monkey!/

He took both of her breasts in his hands. They were small and firm, holding their shape perfectly as if the hands of time stood still for her. He hadn't been lying when he told her how young she looked. Her body had barely any flair to her hips and a perfectly flat belly, showing she'd never had children. Her face showed her to be no older than twenty. She had no age or sun lines on her creamy white skin. In fact, she was quite petit, standing no taller than five feet. Her hands were surprisingly soft, inasmuch as she was the captain of a pirate ship. Her feet were every bit as soft as her hands, with long, gentle toes that seemed to operate so much like fingers that when he closed his eyes, it felt like he was being touched by two women!

Angeline lay Will on his back with his knees bent, moved her mouth to his throat and let both of her hands massage his nipples. Her foot remained at his balls, playing with them, and then quite suddenly he felt something strange at his rear opening. He gulped and looked down, seeing a glistening one-inch bead on a leather string between her toes. There were more beads beyond that one. She maneuvered the bead to his entrance and pushed it gently into his opening, never once stopping the delightful ministrations to his nipples and balls. He hissed at the pressure to his muscles, but the pleasure overload he was receiving countermanded any real pain he felt. She moved her mouth down to one nipple, moving her hand to his manhood, giving butterfly touches up and down its length with her nimble fingers, never stopping the gentle massage of his sac by her toes.

The moan that escaped his throat made Angeline smile as she moved her mouth up the side of his chest to inside his upper arm. She nipped as he felt another bead pushed into his heat and his breath hitched, his manhood now throbbing for release.

He started to move his hands down her sides, feeling the slight curve of her waist and resting them on her hips. He'd never felt such softness before. Her skin was like white satin and he reveled in it, just holding and stroking her hips, watching her breasts move as she breathed. He felt four more beads move into his body in succession, not even caring anymore about the pressure there because of all of the other feelings he was having, not all of them physical.

Seeing Will's breathing become uneven with desire, Angeline moved away from him for only a moment, moving on top of his hips, his manhood trapped in the cleft of her arse. She put her hands behind her head and ruffled her hair as he watched her body stretch. He moved a hand to her womanhood, parting the soft rose petals he found as she lifted herself slightly to make it more accessible to him. She looked down at his face, which was lit up like a child at Christmas. "Is there anything here that you find to your liking, young Will?"

"You are beautiful, Captain."

"Angeline."

"You do look like an angel, all in white. And are soft as I would imagine they are." He sat up, Angeline in his lap. She wrapped her legs around him as he bent his head in and took a nipple in his mouth, alternately licking the tip and sucking gently. He found a small, very hard nub between the now very wet area between her legs and rubbed his finger against it, making her squirm. "You like that?"

Her voice was deep and throaty. "Oh yes. You must be a real virgin not to know."

"I told you I was-"

"Saving yourself." He took hold of the nub and didn't let go. Angeline started to wimper, shivering. He moved his hand slightly, sending two fingers inside her, massaging against that nub every time he moved. Angeline started to pant. She moved his hand away and lifted herself over his manhood, plunging herself down to the hilt.

Will almost came from the shock of that hot, wet sheath around his member. He'd never felt anything like it before; not even when he would massage himself in the bathtub! And the wet sheath began to move, though Angeline didn't. It's as if it were alive on its own, massaging him, swallowing him...and then Angeline shrieked and began moving up and down his shaft fast, her womanhood dripping in her ecstasy. Seeing her completely undone, rocking and moving upon him, her inner muscles going wild along his manhood sent Will into bliss. His hips started bucking and he started shooting his seed inside her. She seemed to notice and stretched backward, almost doubling herself, and grabbed the leather thong holding the beads together. She pulled them out of him at a speed that had him scream in rapture. His mind could register nothing but their combined heat at his groin, the muscles inside her womanhood milking his manhood dry; the pure pleasure she was wracking out of him, yet sharing in herself. The room had disappeared; there was nothing but the pair of them and the screaming...it was a few seconds before he realized it was his own voice. He came hard and long; longer than he thought possible, and when she finally finished with him and they both collapsed, Angeline on top of him, his spent manhood in a pool of their union, he knew he was hers forever.

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The next three days went by in a blur. When he wasn't sleeping, he was at Angeline's tender mercies, screaming her name and dying in her arms, to be resurrected again by the miracle of her soft body.

But on the third day, he finally had time to think of what he'd done. And when she came into the cabin in the afternoon, lust in her eyes, he stopped her. "Angeline, you are truly an angel from heaven. But I have my duty to go back to the Pearl and Port Royal to my love. You said that when the Pearl arrived, if I wished I could go free. While I know I'll miss you immensely, and probably wish later that I'd stayed, I cannot in good conscience stay with you now."

Angeline sighed. "So be it. When baby brother comes over for our discussion, you will stay obedient and silent and you will go back to the Pearl. That is the only way these negotiations will progress properly. If you speak or signal to Jackie in any way, the negotiations are over, and make no mistake, I'll kill him."

"And my father?"

"If he wishes to go back to the Pearl, he's free to do so. But again, during the negotiations, there will be NO communication either between you or with my brother or Jackie will be the one to suffer. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good." She turned on her heel and left the cabin.

Bill walked into the cabin. "Angeline said we could talk. I haven't seen her this upset for a long time. What did you tell her?"

"That I'm going back to the Pearl."

Bill stared at him. "After the screams and moans of the last three days, I'd think that you loved Angeline now."

"I do. But there's someone in Port Royal that I've loved since I was a child, and I promised her I'd return and marry her. I love her completely, and whatever Angeline does won't change that."

"I see. I hope the girl is worth it."

"She is. She's refused to marry any of her station, and is waiting for me. I need to prove myself to her father, but I think I can do that now. I've saved every farthing I've gotten since joining the crew, including my share of the Isle de Muerta, so I'm actually richer than her father. When I get back to Port Royal, I'll be buying a mansion and filling it with servants to show her father what I've become. Then he'll let me marry her and we can be happy."

"Why didn't you two run away? Jack would have performed the ceremony himself if you'd asked him."

"Elizabeth wanted to...but I wanted to appease her father and do it right. It's the only way I'd be willing to take her as my wife. And I think she respects me for it. I know her father does. Of course...he keeps trying to get her to marry various aristocrats, but from what I've heard, Commodore Norrington himself has kept him from forcing her to marry one of them."

"Sounds like the Commodore is a good friend for you."

Will laughed. "He'd like as not enjoy seeing me hang now. I'm a pirate after all. But his love for Elizabeth and his respect for her wishes keeps her safe for me, and me from the gallows, I hope." He looked at Bill earnestly. "Father, I want you to come with me. Meet Elizabeth. Show Jack that you're alive and well...I know he felt bad hearing that you'd been killed. Then, after the wedding, if you want, you can go back to Angeline."

"If she'll have me."

"Father, she loves you. You know that. She'll take you back."

"Just till after the wedding then. All right."

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Will and Angeline made love one last time before the Pearl was sighted. Will knew he'd miss her, but still insisted that he had to go back.

"Remember...one word or signal and I'll kill him."

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That evening, as the Pearl drew near the Rose while flying a flag of truce, the crew of the Pearl couldn't help but gawk. The lady pirates had gone all out, dressing as seductively as possible. Each wore pearls and jewels of distinction, their shirts mere silk scarves tied together strategically, but hiding almost nothing. The Pearl's crew could make out the naked men doing their chores around the ship, one of them with his head buried in one pirate's nether curls, his head moving up and down, making her squeal in pleasure. It was all they could do to keep themselves on the Pearl and not abandon ship for fairer visions.

Finally, Jack saw a figure walk out of the captain's cabin. It looked like Will, but more muscular, and more lines in his face. His hair was a bit longer, and... /My gods! It's Bill!!!/ Bill was followed by Will, and finally by Angeline. /She hasn't changed a bit./ "Ahoy White Rose! The Captain of the Black Pearl wishes a parley with the Captain of the White Rose!"

Angeline answered him herself. "Ahoy Black Pearl! Come on over, baby brother, and we can talk! But come alone!"

Jack mumbled something unintelligible as the crew of the Rose ran out a plank between the two ships. Jack strode over, head held high, only an occasional nervous twitch of his fingers belying his courage. He jumped down onto the deck of the Rose and proceeded into the captain's cabin, followed by Angeline and the Turners.

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TBC

A/N: Considering all the stress I've got, could you *PLEASE* hit that review button and let me know how I'm doing? This muse is getting depressed...so who knows where the plot might go!