Playing With Chains version 2.3

Author’s Note: This is just my alternate ending to the story already posted here on adult-fanfiction.org. Okay, with some other revisions, too. I wrote all pre-coital prose, so now I’m doing my version of the naughty bits. I don’t think I got Jack’s personality very well, I do apologize, but this is a PWP. Forgive and forget, eh? Please? Bear with this chick, she’s not a Mary Sue, but she’s not very developed either, so blah blah. Please do review...I can’t bribe you, I know. But I hardly ever get inspiration to post, so some reviews would be nice and ducky of you. Rock on.

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“...and ye’r going to stay in ‘ere til we get to Port Royale!”

And with that, the second set of handcuffs was roughly clicked shuthe she stocky, and rather dirty,
pirate stood back as though to admire his work in chaining his victim to the cell bars. He grinned
menacingly, giving the man a swift kick in the stomach and spitting on him. He gasped and
almost fell forward, but his bound wrists kept him from doing so.

The pirate laughed lowly. “Ooooh, them Brits are goin’ to have fun with ye...but until then...”
The pirate stooped down to look into the man’s face, “...ye’ll be keepin’ yer hands off the lady.
Savin’ her for the captain...and the rest of us after that!” He grinned maliciously, casting a glance
over his shoulder at the woman in the corner of the cell, daring her to speak up. Without another
word, he left the cell, slamming and locking the door behind him before stalking away and up to
the main deck.

Jack Sparrow wearily took in his surroundings. His body was worn from battling the ship’s fierce
crew. His head throbbed as he leaned against the cool rusted bars of the cell, closing his eyes.
His arms and legs ached from fighting; his wrists stretched the already torn muscles, his arms
spread on either side and handcuffed to the bars. At least he was sitting.

He was in the belly of the ship. The dank air held a musty odor, moist and permeating. He could
also smell the scent of the girl’s perfume--something sweet, fruitlike...maybe apples, even. In the
dim light, he could see the numerous boxes surrounding the cell on either side. He could see how
tightly packed this lower deck was. Probably why there was only one cell for their joke of a brig.

What caught his eye most was the girl in the corner--eighteen, nineteen or so. Pretty, he thought.
He looked her up and down, sizing her up. Long raven hair curled about her smooth face, falling
to her hips. Bright blue eyes gazed at him from their refuge under thick eyelashes, shyly almost.
Her full lips curved into a half-smile as his eyes plunged down her neck to her chest where his
scrutiny met cleav Th The exceedingly low neck of her cherry-colored dress displayed a
satisfying amount of her chest, the fitted bodice showing him her delectable curves. Suddenly, he
felt much more awake and not so weary.

“So, who’s winning?”

Her voice surprised him, he hadn’t expected her to say anything--she hadn’t when the other pirate
came in.

“What?” he asked, a little bewildered by the simple question.

“Who’s winning the staring contest? You or my breasts?”

‘Well,’ he thought, ‘*she’s* blunt.’ As much as he would have liked to, and normally would
have, answer her question with a lewd response, he *was* the one chained up and at anyone’s
mercy...he didn’t want to provoke something in this fetching girl before him. Afterall, his cheek
*had* met the palms of many a pretty girl still in their petticoats.

She didn’t look that harmful, though. She rose from her submissive position in the corner and sat
across from him on the floor. Her smile seemed mischievous as she made herself as comfortable
as she could on the hard wooden floor, leaning against the bars and bending her legs enough for
her skirt to reveal skin from the knees down.

Something in her grin, and in the manner in which she allowed her skirts to let her legs to show,
Jack could tell this was going to be an interesting trip, even if it ended in Port Royale. “What’s
your name, love?” he asked, cracking a golden-toothed smile.

ianaiana. Yours?”

“Captain Jack Sparrow.”

Her eyes narrowed in acknowledgment. “So you’re the one the Brits are looking for...with quite
the price on your head, as I understand it?”

“Aye, that I am, love.”

“I’ve heard of you,” she said knowingly. “How is it you’ve managed to be chained to the bars of
a brig?”

“Well, I’d be guessin’ that these pirates be wantin’ that bounty on my li’l ol’ head,” he began
matter-of-factly. “’Tis most likely why they attacked me ship, takin’ meself and leavin’ me crew.
I’d also be guessin’ I’m shackled up and ye’r not because they seem to think they’re havin’ their
way with ye, and they don’t be wantin’ me plunderin’ their treasure. Savvy?”

She nodded, wistfullness fleeting across her face, silently pondering her situation.

Jack softly broke the silence. “What’s yer story, love? What’s a pretty lass like yerself doin’ in
the belly of a pirate ship?”

Adriana sighed, as though it would better prepare her for her storytelling. “Well,” she began
confidently enough, “I’m actually from Sonrisa. It’s a small shipping, beach settlement. These
pirates docked in Sonrisa just last night--to pick up goods, stretch their legs, I don’t know. I
know at least one of them was looking for “pleasurable company” you could say. I’d just
happened to be taking a shortcut home through this side street when I ran into one of these men.
He figured I was a prostitute, and before I could say anything, he showed me the few gold coins
he was willing to pay me.”

“Are you a prostitute?” Jack interrupted.

“Are you a eunuch?”

“Point taken, love. Continue.”

Adriana hiked one side of her skirt up, revealing much more of her wonderful leg than Jack
would’ve thought, plus a garter belt holding a small dagger. She removed the weapon, leaving
her dress the way it was. “So,” she began again in low voice, her fingers trailing the blade
dreamily, “I played along with him. I saw where he’d put the coins after he showed me them. I
played along just enough to make him vulnerable, then snatched the coins away and ran off.”

She languidly fingered the metal and looked up at him. It struck her right then just how attractive
he was. The black kohl undis eis eyes accented his mysteriousness. Dark brown eyes studied her
attentively. g blg black hair speckled with beads and leather spilled out from underneath a red
bandanna. Matching black mustache and goatee framed that mischievous smile that never seemed
to leave his face.

She dragged the dagger up her leg and stomach, letting it settle around her chest. The dagger
seemed to take on a life of its own, tracing her breasts as she continued. Jack definitely took note
of it.

“Anyway, he ran after me, extremely upset as you could imagine. Sadly, I had the fortune of
tripping over my own skirt and he caught up with me and took me back on the ship. I saw the
captain, and he decided my punishment would be having to stay around long enough to satisfy the
whole crew’s pleasure at their leisure, especially now that it wasn’t costing them anything. They
set sail not long after I was taken down here, so they’re still busy doing things, fortunately.”

Jack had certainly paid attention to her story. Or rather, the gestures accompanying it. He didn’t
speak at first. His eyes darkened, and her own fell to the noticeable bulge in his pants that he
regretted he could not hide.He cHe cleared his throat. “Stealing, lying, leaving a man behind...sounds like ye’v got a bit of pirate
in ye.”

She broke into a full smile. “No, but I will soon enough.” She looked at him to make sure he
understood her implication. His eyes widened--he’d gotten the message. But why’d she look
happy about it?

“I’m sorry about that, love. I’d help ye out of ‘ere, but...” he rattled his chaio sho show his
predicament.

Adriana rose and walked the few paces to him, standing over him now. He looked rather
vulnerable just sitting there gazing up at her, all chained up...

“Captain Sparrow, I think you can help me.”

She slunk down and bunched her skirt to her waist, straddling his hips. Her lips were mere inches
from his countenance. He was surprisingly attractive for a pirate. She had to admit that since he
had been in the cell, he had sparked her desire. And now she was sitting on his. She ground her
hips into his, producing a small gasp from him. The chains rattled again as he tried to move,
wanting so badly just to hold onto her or pin her down and have his way with her. He’d be no
better than the pirates on the deck above him, but his passion was getting the better of him.

“Happy to be of service, love.” Oh yes, he was definitely willing to help another damsel in
distress.

She ran the tip of the blade from his chin to navel. She put the dagger down. Her hands dove into
his tunic, wide open and revealing his tanned chest and stomach. She simply ran her hands along
his sides, apparently enough to send shivers up his spine. One hand left his shirt, traveling lower
and into the waist of his pants. She liked what she found there, and he did too, it seemed, as she
stroked him slowly, base to tip and back. He lowly hummed his approval and swiveled his hips.

“Good,” she said ily.ily. “Maybe I could help you, too.” She closed the gap between their lips,
mouths hungrily fusing together in pure lust. Their tongues tangled, tasting each other. One
tasted of rum, the other of apples. Somewhere in the back of his mind he explored the multiple
meanings that statement could have, but coherent thought rapidly faded as nimble hands undid his
breeches, freeing his rigid member as her tongue worked wonders on his jaw all the way down to
his neck.

Her lips continued their trail down his throat and played around his collarbone and chest. Her
hand never ceased the slow teasing stroking of his manhood. He groaned softly and thrust upward
into her hand, desperately seeking more...more pressure, more speed, anything... She’d kissed
and nibbled her way down his toned chest and stomach, finally reaching his impressive erection.
Piercing blues eyes once again peered at him from under those longs lashes; she gazed up at him
with a feral smile upon her lips, delighting in the intense desire she saw in his eyes.

His breathing was heavy from anticipation. He eagerly and desperately awaited her next move;
he wanted her so badly...he wanted her to quell his aching arousal. As he watched her, her tongue
snaked out from between passion-bruised lips, tentatively tasting him. His hips twitched upward
instinctively. She slowly licked him from base to tip, smooth, even strokes. Her tongue twirled
around the tip after several licks, only to be rewarded with his heavy breathing and the consistent
thrusting of his hips...a non-verbal plea, begging her to finish what she started or at least provide
less teasing ministrations. She’d give him what he wanted for now.

Her hands splayed across his legs, stroking from his knees to the apex of his thighs. One hand
went to cup his balls as her mouth enveloped as much of him as it could. When that warm, moist
cavern closed around him and began moving up and down his length, his eyes screwed shut at the
first waves of pleasure he felt. His hips bucked into her in time with her rhythm. He made an
effort at stifling his groans by biting his own lip, but he was so close...he could feel himself so
very close to that precipice of ecstasy as he thrust more frantically...oh lord, so deliciously
close...when she stopped.

“Wha--?! Why--?!” Jack was panting and frantic. “WHY DID YE BLOODY STOP?!”

The chains rattled with his futile attempt to lunge at her. Adriana grabbed her dagger and held it
to his throat. His movements stopped immediately.

“Adriana, just...what did...I don’t....why are ye teasin’ me?!” he asked exasperatedly.

“Because, Jack,” she replied coolly, “I’m a tease.”

He was too focused on the knife at his neck to inform her of his captain status.

“I might as well have some fun before they rape me and throw me overboard.” She sat back
down opposite him again, setting the knife down beside her. The hem of her skirt resided at the
top of her parted thighs. The exhibitionist in her was coming out at the most inappropriate time
(on a pirate ship where she faced almost certain death?), but as far as the current situation went
(sharing a brig with a fiendishly sexy pirate whom she’d already aroused then left hanging, no pun
intended), she didn’t mind going with it.

She untied the laces that held the front of her bodice together. She let the loose material fall away
and expose her ample breasts. She could tell Jack had been searching for a snide comeback, but
saw that intelligible thought had left him again. His gaze was fastened on her chest and those taut
pink nipples she lazily pinched and teased. When one hand slid down her stomach and
disappeared between her legs...and when her head fell back with her mouth gaping in rapture...it
was more than he could bear. His mouth agape had gone dry at the display of utterly erotic
exhibitionism. Sadistic in her sexual ways she may be, but watching her pleasure herself
transcended arousal in itself...it was beautiful, and it surprised him that he’d never actually seen a
woman do it before.

Bearing witness to this glorious show of sensuality, even in this little brig, brought his bated desire
back with a feverish intensity. He was achingly hard and he even though he knew he’d been in
more situations where his life had practically slipped away from him, this particular one frustrated
him more than any of them combined. He could escape British Naval officers, undead pirates...he
could probably even think of a way to escape the irons that bound him to these bars...if only his
mind weren’t completely lost in a fog of lust...

He heard the small gasp that suddenly burst from her. He heard her breath quickening. He saw
lithe fingers pinch those hardened peaks in turn. He saw her hips frantically rocking to the
frenzied rubbing at her feminine nub. He didn’t even realize his own hips were going in time to
her rhythm, but thrusting into nothing but air. She was so painfully close...she needed that one last
thing to put her over the edge...

“I want to put my lips on you right now.”

Through her passion-hazed mind, she heard it. Her eyes popped open without slowing her
movements. When she saw the craving in his eyes, his swollen member throbbing as he thrust into
nothing...the image of his lips on her soft core, lapping away at her came unbidden into her mind.
She could feel his tongue flicking and stroking her bud into ecstasy...and that was what it took.
Her body tensed as she rubbed furiously at her clit, and a wanton cry escaped her lips as the first
glorious waves of climax overtook her. All Jack could do was watch.

The waves gradually subsided, leaving a very sated Adriana slumped against the bars and a very
sexually frustrated Jack wondering if anyone on deck had heard her.

Jack was too frustrated by his unsatisfied need and too sober to even think about what to do. Here
he was chained up and totally exposed with a very attractive and very sexually deviant woman.
He didn’t notice her move toward him.

Adriana had crawled over to him, and kneeling between his legs, took his face in her hands. His
breath staggered from anticipation and need, and was stolen again from him when she kissed him.
Her pliant lips nipped at his as his tongue sought and gained entrance. He felt her brush against
his throbbing manhood and groaned into her mouth. She suddenly broke away, breathless, but
didn’t waste time. She quickly moved to straddle him, skirt around her waist and bodice half
undone. Bracing herself on a bar behind his head, she impaled herself on him, both of them crying
out their gratitude for penetration.

She set a steady pace with the easy rocking of her hips. Her breasts bounced with her hasty
tempo. Her free hand clutched the back of her head, but discreetly pulled something out. Jack
met her downward thrusts with his fervent upward movements. As she leaned over him and
captured one imprisoned wrist, he caught one rosy nipple in his mouth and suckled on it, causing
her breathy moans to ascend an octave. She urgently rode him faster, his hand on her waist urging
her on.

Wait, his hand on her...?

He glanced at his right wrist, no longer bound by the iron cuffs. His look turned back to Adriana,
who held up a hair pin as her pace slowed again.

Jack’s eyes blazed with desire. His breathless voice, low and gravelly with intense ardor, came
sensually to her ears with his demand.

“Unlock the other one...*now*.”

She’d finally comply, no more teasing. She leaned over him, and within seconds, undid the other
cuff.

No faster than his other hand was freed was she on her back with her legs in the air. He was
predatory as he ravished her. His mouth fervently met her own as his hands vehemently fondled
and caressed her breasts, thumbing the hardened points. He drove into her almost brutally, his
rhythm racing faster as her hips met every beat. Her legs enfolded him, urging him deeper with
each thrust. The pounding accelerated, another non-verbal plea for exquisite release. Their
bodies hummed with the sensation coursing through them. They panted against each other,
breathy whimpers and low grunts mixing. He slid one hand up her thigh and back down to the
apex. His thumb brushed against her throbbing bundle of nerves a few times, and her world burst
around her. He swallowed her cries of ecstasy with his kiss. The familiar waves of pure and utter
gratification consumed her body, her entire being tensing. He felt her inner muscles clench and
spasm around him, and he was shattered, finally reveling in the sweet bliss of climax. He spilled
his seed into her as his hips erratically snapped into her a few final times. His guttural moans
subsided as he practically collapsed onto her.

They lay there panting, forehead to forehead for a minute or so. They knew they should get up at
least...they were lucky their activities hadn’t been discovered this far.

Jack was the first to speak. “How was that help?”

Adriana smiled dreamily. “Well, if I’d actually decided to not unlock you, it would’ve been my
last decent encounter before rape and death.”

He sat up and wrew rew from her warm body. They both readjusted their clothes as they spoke.

“So how did ye intend on helpin’ me then?” he asked inquisitively.

“I unlocked you, didn’t I?”

“Yes, but I am still in a brig headed forost ost certain death.”

“Well, you’re the famed Captain Jack Sparrow, right? Known for escaping said certain death?”

He sd and and smiled weakly, somewhat exhausted from so much sexual frustration and then such
a powerful climax. “Ye should feel lucky that that was fantastic ‘cause normally I’d ‘ave
contemplated doin’ something very terrible to ye for teasin’ me...now where’s that hair pin...”


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