Induction
Induction
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In AWE,
shows up to the
with the knot pendant and tries to put in her two cents.
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“Not so fast, miss.”
Everyone turned to Barbossa and
there was silence.
“Not so fast?”
repeated.
“I’m afraid ye haven’t yet the right to be heard here.”
“The right?”
– a posture unconsciously pirated from Barbossa
himself. “And what is that supposed to
mean? I’ve got Sao Feng’s
knot.”
“Aye, you have the knot,” Barbossa
purred. “And you think that be enough to
guarantee you a place on our court?
turning to the other Lords. “
equals…”
“Oh, I see where this is going.”
to simply having a piece of eight,
love, you’ve got to actually be inducted
into the
“Then for Heaven’s sake induct me!
are such sticklers-”
“I’m afraid it is not that simple,” said one of the seated
Lords. All attention turned to him.
demand that she be put to the test – as we all were.”
“To the test?”
repeated, frowning.
Barbossa took over from
there. “Aye.
bein put to the test, missie.
this: for four and a half minutes – which incidentally be half a minute times
nine, as a nod to there bein nine of us – ye will
fight. Bare hands all round, and-”
“Fight?
feeling she already knew the answer.
“But… but I… but that’s ghastly, of course I’ve got no
chance… it’ll end up…”
“Yeh,” Jack said with a bit of a
grimace. “It usually does.
conscious, praying that time runs out before your head gets stomped
“I see. And what’s my
other choice?”
There were a few laughs around the table.
easier. You basically don’t have to do
anything at all…”
“Well?” she prompted when he trailed off.
“Well… take Mistress Ching, for
example. She did it that way.
entered our illustrious company… is… err…”
Jack winced a little in anticipation of
reaction. “Well… is by having our
illustrious comp-”
“She gets it, Jack.
Thank ye to stow the filthy wordplay.”
“Oh.”
took one look around, took in in one instant all the
greedy stares, and answered immediately: “Out of the question.”
“Then I suppose you can’t actually be-”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t take either option – I just said the second one’s out of the question.”
took a deep breath. “Am I to understand
that you can die under the beating?”
“It’s happened, aye.”
“Well… what about allies?
wanted?”
“You could try,” Barbossa agreed.
not got the gold now to bribe nobody, and with that bleedin
heart of yours it’s unlikely you’ll ever make enough.
Several nor I’s
were heard.
pursed her lips. A decision was
required, and quickly. “Very well,” she
said, “I’ve decided. Jack…
Barbossa and Jack exchanged
glances. “If she’s offerin
what I think she’s offerin…”
“A combination, shall we say,” Jack articulated, “Of options
one and two…”
“If that be the case, I agree.”
“As do I.”
and rolled up his sleeves. “So, a fight
it is! Lizzie, darling, have no fear – this
is all in a day’s work for us.”
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Barbossa, as it turned out, was
good for much more than
had expected. First, he calmed her fear
by teasing. “Just so’s
you know,” he whispered, “When twas Jack’s turn to be
inducted, he did not choose the
he gave her a bandana so people would be less tempted to try and yank her
around by the hair, and had her stuff a piece of leather in her mouth to
minimize the chances of losing teeth. And
then finally, when it came time to fight, he protected her so well that she
emerged with just bruises and a fat lip.
Other than distracting people and absorbing a rib fracture
that should by rights have been
Jack was practically useless during the fight.
It was possibly in consequence of this that he kissed her on the
forehead afterward and said, “Darling, I would be far too intimidated to ever
collect what you owe me. Hector?”
If he expected Barbossa to make a
similar declaration, he was sorely mistaken.
“Speak for yourself, Jack,” Barbossa
said right away. He spat a mouthful of
blood to the floor and then tipped his hat to her.
in me rooms, Miss Swann.”
“That’s Captain Swann
to you,” she muttered, then got back to the business of the meeting as though
nothing had happened. “Now, as I was
saying, I propose that we…”
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That night, as agreed, she knocked on his door after
everyone else had gone away. “
mockingly. “Come in.”
“There’s no chance you’re going to let me off?”
“None at all,” he confirmed.
“Come in.”
She had not really expected to be let go and so had come
prepared with a plan. “Very well, but
let’s go down to the baths first,” she proposed.
spend tonight in close proximity to you, I would much prefer you to wash first.”
robe even shorter and flimsier than the one she’d made him drool with in
He agreed straight away and even deigned to keep his hands
to himself as they made their way downstairs.
Due to all the leering pirates they met on the way, she was the one who ended up pressing closer and closer to
outright to his arm and wondering whether he
was playing her rather than the other
way around.
When they got downstairs he cleared everyone out of a small
room with just one tub and a lot of steam.
He stripped down unselfconsciously and slid into the water, smirking at
her in the mirrored walls. “
Already he had gone lazy like a cat on a windowsill, and
thought her plan might be working. A
little wine would help. She hadn’t been
able to buy a sleeping draught today as she’d hoped, but with enough alcohol
and perhaps a lullaby or something, she figured she could manage anyway.
She shook her head.
“If you don’t mind, I’d rather not just yet.”
“Then make yourself useful at least,” he decided.
She fetched it, then settled down
behind him to soap up his shoulders. At
first he merely watched her in the mirror, but after a bit he turned and
without a word took hold of the lapels of her robe to ease it off her
shoulders.
“No,” she gasped reflexively.
He cocked his head and then reached in with one hand.
encountered only a bare breast. “Or
rather I don’t see, which I suppose
after all is what ye be concerned about.”
Wondering what on earth she had been thinking to remove her
undergarments,
swallowed and closed her eyes.
Barbossa sighed, and by way of
compromise untied the sash so that her robe fell open to reveal a tantalizing
strip of smooth white flesh that he couldn’t resist touching, just once.
gestured for her to continue.
“You know, you could easily have hired a girl to come take
care of you,”
little sharply, as she picked up the soap again.
together while she worked and she soon gave up.
“Somebody who would come in and sit nude.
“True. But you,
woman.” He smirked at her in the
mirror. “A blush.”
There was no answer she could make, so she got him a drink
instead and combed out his hair. The way
he leaned back against her was giving her hope – the wine and the steam were
If she could just keep him down here another half hour, he might decide
that a woman wasn’t really what he needed tonight after all…
“Come in,” he said a bit later.
“I…” She almost
refused, but then it occurred to her that perhaps if she humored him in some
things she could convince him not to ask for others.
turned her back when she finally peeled the robe off.
sweat, and she found herself almost relieved to be rid of it.
She hopped in quickly, and even though she’d been splashing
around washing and combing already, it was still a shock to feel how very warm
and welcoming the water actually was.
Despite there being a naked pirate lurking nearby in the semi-darkness,
after a few moments the tension started to drain out of her and she relaxed
against the side of the tub. Once she
was submerged to the shoulders she felt a little less exposed, but her hands
still gravitated towards her chest protectively.
disturb her, and as she sat and took stock of herself she was surprised to
discover that she felt calm and cozy, and that her nipples were rock-hard.
“Better, is it not?” he asked eventually, jolting her out of
her pleasant torpor and sending her pulse through the roof.
“Captain I-” she gasped, but had nothing to finish the
sentence with.
“Captain Swann, ye wouldn’t perchance be proposin
to deny me what’s rightfully mine, now, would ye?”
looming over her in a way that was not exactly friendly.
near to hyperventilating now, small quick breaths so loud she could hear them,
but she still managed to shake her head.
She held still while he walked around slowly to sit at her other
side. “Good,” he purred in her ear, and
she couldn’t help but resent the way he was so obviously enjoying her terror.
He sat beside her and splashed to indicate his lap.
her trembling body to stand up. She
faced him and started forward, but the moment her leg brushed his, her nerves
failed and she sank down into the water, suddenly in tears.
but I…” Dry sobs interrupted her
babbling, to the point where he could make absolutely no sense of it.
“
belay that,” he barked. “You’re
hysterical.” He rose, grabbed her when
she tried to scramble away from him, and held her by the arms.
still. “Shush,” he said a little more
gently, when she’d stopped fighting.
“You’re losin your head.
Pirate Lord to behave.”
and let out a long, shuddering breath.
“You’re right. I apologize.
bitterly, to throw herself on the mercy of the infamous Hector
lucky he’d been as patient as he had.
“What do you want?”
He let go of her, chuckling a little at her defeated
tone. “I never said you couldn’t show a
little spirit. Never mind, I’m sure
it’ll come back. Now...”
stiffly, eyes squeezed shut, so tense her neck was starting to hurt.
Eventually she got a little more of a handle on herself.
her face, put his arm around her shoulders… she didn’t shy away from the lips
at her neck, didn’t even fight when a proprietary hand cupped her breast and
gave it a light squeeze. It occurred to
her in a rush of relief: he’s going to be
gentle with you.
She shifted on his lap to get a little more comfortable, and
forced herself to relax and lean back against him.
“That’s it,” he purred approvingly.
to be afraid of.” He didn’t speak
another word for the next ten minutes – he was too busy showering her chest
with a series of caresses that were entirely outside the realm of
(nonexistent) experience. Stroking, kneading,
licking, drizzling warm water… and then finally, when her nipples were pert and
sensitive with all the touching, he flicked one hard and without warning.
up with a hiss, and he laughed softly before soothing her back down against him.
his more gentle attentions. They had
shifted a little so that the surface of the bathwater now licked and splashed
against the underside of her breasts.
She found it to be a maddeningly ticklish sensation, but fortunately
between his fingers.
She hissed again, not with pain this time, and wriggled a
little on his lap. Her eyes were open
now and she was impatient, although she didn’t really know for what.
He dropped a hand into the water lay it on her thigh, which
made her gasp. Oh yes that’s it. She
realized that even though she didn’t know what she wanted, he seemed to.
and closer to where-
All of a sudden, Barbossa stopped
touching her entirely. “But of course,
miss,” he drawled, “I won’t be takin what you’re
He stood, pushing her to her feet as well, and climbed out of the tub.
At first she couldn’t believe he was serious, and she just
stood with her mouth wide open as he dried off and lit the other candles
again. When he turned to face her it
didn’t even occur to her to feel self-conscious about being nude.
“Aye.”
smirk. “Aches a bit, don’t it?”
Ache? It did more
than ache;
pile of raw nerves and wanted someone – him, anyone, she hardly cared who – to hold
her and manhandle her until the itch went away.
flesh and squeeze, she wanted someone to take that towel he was holding, thread
it between her legs, and saw back and forth until the terrible throbbing was
gone. She was a mess of need.
And it didn’t help any that the author of it all stood gazing
down at her naked body with avid and unabashedly lustful interest...
And he was just going
to walk away!
finally managed a deep breath. She
counted to five. She told herself that
if he was actually willing to forego dishonoring her, then she would just have
to be grateful for it and somehow ignore this state of painful
frustration. “Ache,” she repeated as she
climbed out of the tub. “I suppose you’d
know all about that.” She was eyeing the
very prominent bulge in his towel, long past the point where such a sight would
embarrass her.
“Aye,” he agreed easily, “That be the truth.
whore outside waitin for me.
“A…”
jaw dropped. “You’ve had a whore waiting
for you the whole time?”
He nodded. “You mean
you were never going to… to make me…”
Now he was staring into her face so intently it seemed he
didn’t even notice she had no clothes on.
“I’d decided not to force the issue – if you made an honest effort.
But I almost hoped you’d try and renege,” he added more softly, “Because
then I’d have been perfectly justified.”
“Justified in doing what?” she whispered.
He laughed and looked away.
“No harm talkin crude to a lady when she’s
eyes and said: “I’d have thrown you down, torn yer
clothes off and fucked you raw. Now go
get me my wench.”
and sent the girl in in her place.
her as he closed the door, and she no longer even bothered pretending to
herself that she didn’t feel jealous.
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The End.
Wow, this is not NEARLY as filthy as what I normally
produce; in fact, it’s not filthy at all.
Probably has typos though, considering I wrote
and posted it all in one day. I was
afraid that if I let it stew in my filthy brain for any length of time, it
would magically morph into some kind of incestuous tentacle gangbang scene or
something. Whew!