Playing With Chains

Mistress’s Notes: This was a joint effort, couldn’t have done it without Nikki (Sparrows_sweetsweet_luver)! This was the first POTC fanfic for both of us, so harbor some kindness please (holds arms up to shield herself from the flames). Reviews are greatly appreciated, they make for nice fuzzy muse feelings. :-)

Disclaimer: *sigh* Sadly, we don’t own them, but oh, how we’d like to... *hands bottle of rum to mystery person in closet*

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

And with that, the second set of handcuffs were roughly clicked shut. The 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 bosurrsurrounding 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 cleavage. The exceedingly low neck of her cherry-colored dress displayed a satisfying amount of her chest, the bodice showing him her delectable curves. Suddenly, he felt much more awake and not so weary.

“Like what you see, I take it?”

Her voice surprised him, he hadn’t expected her to say anything--she hadn’t when the other pirate came in. She had appeared shy, frightened. Shad tad the expression on his face as though to read his mind. “Not so shy, just don’t like being slapped around.” 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.

Jack could already 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.

“Adriana. Yours?”

“Captain Jack Sparrow.”
Her eyes narrowed in acknowledgement. “So you’re the one they’re looking for...the one from the Black Pearl with the price on his on his head?”

“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, trying to recount the events that led to her imprisonment, “I’m actually from Sonrisa. It’s a small shipping, beach settlement. These pirates docked in Sonrisa just last night--to pick up goods, to 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 alley 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 wn, ln, leaving her dress the way it was. “So,” she began again in low voice, her fingers trailing of 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 under his eyes accented his mysteriousness. Dark brown eyes studied her attentively. Long black hair speckled with beads and leather spilled out from underneath a red bandana. 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. 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 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.

“I’m sorry about that, love. I’d help ye out of ‘ere, but...” he rattled his chains to 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...

She took her dress and lifted it up to show her leg and rested her heel on the bar next to his head. She twisted around so that her breasts were pushed out towards him. Meanwhile, she twirled her haith ith one finger and bit her bottom lip. That left Jack speechless. She stood there for a few more seconds, but soon put her leg on the floor.

Still biting her lip, Jack said, "Oh darlin’, that's wonderful, really, but it seems we have a bit of a problem. Ye see, my hands, they're a bit tied up at the moment." She raised her eyebrows and smiled mischievously as she backed away to the other side of the cell. She picked up the dagger, grasped her fingers around it slowly, pulled it upward towards herself and into her mouth. Sliding it in and out she leaned her head back and pushed the whole dagger into her mouth. Jack was obviously excited at this point.

She walked over rubbing it between her fingers. "Ouch!" she exclaimed as she took a little jump backwards. Looking down at him with huge puppy eyes, she walked towards him
and stuck her bottom lip out as she kneed to be eye level with him. Putting her hand up to show the wound, Jack said, "Now why don’t ye bring that closer to me so's I could see what ye’v done to that beautiful hand of yers."

She brought it closer and ran her fingers across his lips. He leaned his head back, stuck his tongue out and wrapped it around her finger. His tongue guided her cut into his mouth. He licked it until there was no more bleeding. She pulled it out slowly and rose to her knees.

"Should we keep you in those or let you free?" She had a curious look on her
face.

He replied, "Well, think of it this way. I don’t mind bein’ tied up at all, but I am kind of stuck ‘ere in a sitting position so..."

She came forward on her knees and stabbed the dagger into the screws where they were screwed into the cell wall. All the while, her breasts were shoved right in his face. She loosened them both and he pulled them off the wall himself. Jack wrapped the chains around his wrists and started to crawl towards her. She sat in the corner nearest to where he had been chained. Anxiety was written all over her face. Her legs were bent up to
her stomach. He rubbed his hands down the sides of her shoulders and dropped the sleeves off of her arms. She stood up and let the rest fall to the floor. Stepping out of it, Jack stood, took her into his arms and laid her back down on the floor. He took her dagger and cut open her corset. He looked up at her and crawled on top of her kissing her arm, shoulder, collar bone, neck, cheek and lips on the way up. Her fingers undid his buttons on his vest and dropped it off of him. She then ripped his shirt off and threw his belt across the cell. Her hands ran up and down his sides while his fingers where tangled in her hair, massaging her head. He pulled away and tore her skirt off along with all the undrmenrments. He crawled back up and started to kiss her again. She fidgeted her way around and kicked his boots off. She undid his pants, loosened his underwear and pulled them down far enough where she could push them off with her legs. Now that they were both completely naked, she slowly opened her legs with her knees raised as he kneeled over her and looked down at her with a small grin. He positioned himself between her legs and with one thrust, her back arched and her head flew back in pleasure as she gave out her first moan. Jack held himself up on the floor at first and looked her in the face, enjoying her reaction to him. He went slowly at first, but the pace quickly grew faster. She then gave out her second moan. Jack went down to his elbows on the floor so he could be closer to her. She grabbed his arms and started kissing him violently. They rolled around on the floor and she wound up on top. She took the chains that he had locked around his wrists and tied them together. She pushed up and down harder and harder each time. Jack was moaning something she couldn’t understand, but paid no mind. She pressed on. Her hands were along side his head as she held herself up with her elbows. He pushed her over with his hips so she woud be on bottom. He pressed harder and more
violently into her, deeper and deeper. He pulled and got cha chains free from each other. He grapped her hips and pulled her closer to him, enabling him to push deeper in to her. She threw her head back and gave a pleasured scream as she came.

She looked him in the eye and with a heavily breathing voice said, “Never thought that’d happen in the brig.”

Focused on only one thing now, he pounded into her harder and harder. His head fell rested on her shoulder as he kissed her neck. He suddenly jolted up and his legs started to shake a little. Adriana bent her knees and brought them up higher, her back arched almost into a sitting position and her head was leaning back. Jack kissed her neck and took her into his arms as they both fell onto the floor. His hips were moving in rhythmatic circles as he shot every last drop of sticky warmth into her body. Both completely out of breath, they lay there for a moment or two panting. They took Jack’s shirt and wiped all the sweat off their bodies, sat up, and looked at each other.

"Well, best brig I've evah been in, wouldn’t ye say?"


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