Post by A. the Returned on Mar 30, 2006 5:36:32 GMT -5
Perhaps this is the reason A. doesn't write a whole lot. Eh, I don't care, here's my attempt at WSW. Enjoy?
The Pirate Ship
The sun shone through the barred window and down onto the wooden floor of the small cell and into the eye of the small figure sprawled out on it. Slowly she began to awake, her one good eye opening and letting in the details of the room she was now in. (Her other eye was hidden beneath a small black eye-patch as it had been for many years now, after the horrific pirate accident in which she had lost it. Her pirate days were over now and she had taken up the quiet life of a bartender.)
Alice sat up and looked around, surveying her surroundings, there was a small metal-framed bed in one corner and a barred window in one of the walls. The room was empty. She was alone. She didn’t know how long she had been in there; her last memory was of the explosion of cannons. Or was that just one of her returning nightmares of the past?
She felt sick as she sat there on the floor and found it very difficult to stand. She decided it would be best to lay down for just a bit longer. When she next awoke it was to the sound of footsteps and suddenly the door to her cell was creaking open. There, cloaked in jewels and weapons stood a woman that looked vaguely familiar to Alice.
‘So you’re awake?’ The figure asked.
‘How long was I out?’ Asked Alice.
‘A day or two, we’ll be moving into our next city tomorrow. What is your name, child?’
‘Why am I here?’ Alice asked trying to sound less confused than she felt.
‘I asked your name.”
‘Alice. Why am…’ Alice began.
‘Ssssh Alice, you must be hungry. How about you undress and wash up and then we’ll get you some food?’
Pandora began to unbutton Alice’s dress. Alice resisted. Slowly Pandora reassured the frightened girl into letter her help her undress. Standing naked in the cell Alice felt completely vulnerable to Pandora. She didn’t want to make the older woman mad, she’d already noticed the pistol that was holstered at her waist. Pandora stroked the girls face.
‘Such a pretty face,’ she commented, ‘And your eye, such a beautiful colourful.’
Alice’s body stiffened.
Slowly Pandora caressed the girl’s shoulders, her breasts, her hips: feeling every contour of her body. Then as if snapping out of a daze she left the room. A small parcel was placed inside the cell later on, with a clean dress and some food.
Each day Pandora would return, undress the girl, caress her youthful contours and leave. One day she did not snap out of the daze she came under during this encounters, she continued to caress Alice’s body slowly leading her towards the bed in the corner.
She pressed the girl down onto the bed and began to unbutton her blouse. As she removed it and her breasts became visible, Alice noticed something quite peculiar, above her left nipple was the tattoo of a skanky pirate. It was the same tattoo Alice had borne before having it surgically removed when she took up her job as a bartender. (They had a strict, no body-art rule and Alice wasn’t too keen on remembering her past anyway.)
Noticing the look in Alice’s eye, Pandora stopped. ‘What is it?’
Alice said nothing, her gaze firmly fixed upon Pandora breast. Taking it as a sign of Alice’s readiness, she continued to undress. Once again Pandora began to caress the girl’s breast and this time the resistance was gone completely. Pressing her body against her, she could feel the excited heartbeat. After seeing the tattoo Alice soon recovered from the shock and began to enjoy herself. Returning each caress with a smile and venturing as far as to caress her capturer.
Pandora leaning in to kiss the girl and Alice returned the favour. Lying naked on the bed the couple continued for some time until the boat lurched loudly to the starboard side. Pandora jumped off the bed, leaving Alice lying there naked.
‘Shoot,’ she cursed, ‘We always get attacked at the worst times.’
‘Attacked?’ Alice asked curious.
‘Those blasted Ninjas,’ replied Pandora searching for her blouse, ‘I mean who doesn’t like Pirate ships?’ (Of course by pirate ships, Pandora was referring to the vessel in which Pirates travel the High seas as opposed to, the Pirate ship of which this story is based, the pairing of two incredibly sexy and skanky pirates.)
Alice nodded watching Pandora try to locate her pants.
‘I suppose the story about your time in the Skanky Pirates will have to wait, Alice’
Alice gasped, ’You know my name, you know who I am?’
Pandora nodded. Alice looked up into her eyes.
‘Skanky Pirates Unite!’ Alice shouted, using the motto of the Pirate sect she had once belonged to.
Jumping off the bed she retrieved her clothes and scurried out of the cell after Pandora. Up on deck they fought off the ninjas who were busy flipping out, capturing them with their Pirate skill before engaging in Forbidden Ninja/Pirate Skanky Sex. Pandora and Alice then took joint Captainship of the Ship and pillaged and raped anyone who stood in the way of it. (By ship, they meant both the vessel that they travelled the high seas in and the pairing that they were part of between two incredible sexy and skanky pirates.)
The END.
The Pirate Ship
The sun shone through the barred window and down onto the wooden floor of the small cell and into the eye of the small figure sprawled out on it. Slowly she began to awake, her one good eye opening and letting in the details of the room she was now in. (Her other eye was hidden beneath a small black eye-patch as it had been for many years now, after the horrific pirate accident in which she had lost it. Her pirate days were over now and she had taken up the quiet life of a bartender.)
Alice sat up and looked around, surveying her surroundings, there was a small metal-framed bed in one corner and a barred window in one of the walls. The room was empty. She was alone. She didn’t know how long she had been in there; her last memory was of the explosion of cannons. Or was that just one of her returning nightmares of the past?
She felt sick as she sat there on the floor and found it very difficult to stand. She decided it would be best to lay down for just a bit longer. When she next awoke it was to the sound of footsteps and suddenly the door to her cell was creaking open. There, cloaked in jewels and weapons stood a woman that looked vaguely familiar to Alice.
‘So you’re awake?’ The figure asked.
‘How long was I out?’ Asked Alice.
‘A day or two, we’ll be moving into our next city tomorrow. What is your name, child?’
‘Why am I here?’ Alice asked trying to sound less confused than she felt.
‘I asked your name.”
‘Alice. Why am…’ Alice began.
‘Ssssh Alice, you must be hungry. How about you undress and wash up and then we’ll get you some food?’
Pandora began to unbutton Alice’s dress. Alice resisted. Slowly Pandora reassured the frightened girl into letter her help her undress. Standing naked in the cell Alice felt completely vulnerable to Pandora. She didn’t want to make the older woman mad, she’d already noticed the pistol that was holstered at her waist. Pandora stroked the girls face.
‘Such a pretty face,’ she commented, ‘And your eye, such a beautiful colourful.’
Alice’s body stiffened.
Slowly Pandora caressed the girl’s shoulders, her breasts, her hips: feeling every contour of her body. Then as if snapping out of a daze she left the room. A small parcel was placed inside the cell later on, with a clean dress and some food.
Each day Pandora would return, undress the girl, caress her youthful contours and leave. One day she did not snap out of the daze she came under during this encounters, she continued to caress Alice’s body slowly leading her towards the bed in the corner.
She pressed the girl down onto the bed and began to unbutton her blouse. As she removed it and her breasts became visible, Alice noticed something quite peculiar, above her left nipple was the tattoo of a skanky pirate. It was the same tattoo Alice had borne before having it surgically removed when she took up her job as a bartender. (They had a strict, no body-art rule and Alice wasn’t too keen on remembering her past anyway.)
Noticing the look in Alice’s eye, Pandora stopped. ‘What is it?’
Alice said nothing, her gaze firmly fixed upon Pandora breast. Taking it as a sign of Alice’s readiness, she continued to undress. Once again Pandora began to caress the girl’s breast and this time the resistance was gone completely. Pressing her body against her, she could feel the excited heartbeat. After seeing the tattoo Alice soon recovered from the shock and began to enjoy herself. Returning each caress with a smile and venturing as far as to caress her capturer.
Pandora leaning in to kiss the girl and Alice returned the favour. Lying naked on the bed the couple continued for some time until the boat lurched loudly to the starboard side. Pandora jumped off the bed, leaving Alice lying there naked.
‘Shoot,’ she cursed, ‘We always get attacked at the worst times.’
‘Attacked?’ Alice asked curious.
‘Those blasted Ninjas,’ replied Pandora searching for her blouse, ‘I mean who doesn’t like Pirate ships?’ (Of course by pirate ships, Pandora was referring to the vessel in which Pirates travel the High seas as opposed to, the Pirate ship of which this story is based, the pairing of two incredibly sexy and skanky pirates.)
Alice nodded watching Pandora try to locate her pants.
‘I suppose the story about your time in the Skanky Pirates will have to wait, Alice’
Alice gasped, ’You know my name, you know who I am?’
Pandora nodded. Alice looked up into her eyes.
‘Skanky Pirates Unite!’ Alice shouted, using the motto of the Pirate sect she had once belonged to.
Jumping off the bed she retrieved her clothes and scurried out of the cell after Pandora. Up on deck they fought off the ninjas who were busy flipping out, capturing them with their Pirate skill before engaging in Forbidden Ninja/Pirate Skanky Sex. Pandora and Alice then took joint Captainship of the Ship and pillaged and raped anyone who stood in the way of it. (By ship, they meant both the vessel that they travelled the high seas in and the pairing that they were part of between two incredible sexy and skanky pirates.)
The END.