Tokara

[18+] Pirates (Chicogal & megatrash)

It was... almost disappointing to see Victor headed immediately for the courtesans. Alice didn't know why she felt like that. It was none of her business, after all. She headed to bed after that, one of the younger girls hurrying forward to make sure that she found her way She undressed that night, feeling relatively safe for the first time since the time in the garden. This wasn’t Victor’s bed; it was her bed for the night. This was a house of women, not men – and the furnishings showed it. She was clean, and satisfied, and in fact slightly happy. She fingered the pendant on her neck between thumb and fingers, and headed to open the window for some fresh air. That had been an unexpected gift, a good turn of events. She was glad of it. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she sighed contentedly and swung her legs up. The linen was clean and smelled faintly of soap. The mattress was soft, far superior to that of Victor’s. Relishing the feeling, she huddled beneath the duvet and slipped off into sleep. And it was far better than that of last night, or the night before. Dreamless.

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She woke up.

Darkness.

Heat.

Sweat.

Beer.

Man.

A hand clapped over her mouth and her scream was muffled. It was the man from earlier, the one who had shouted at her gleefully. He had been drinking, but not so much so that he wasn’t in control. He was larger than her, and heavier, and he loomed above her like some evil creature. He wasn’t particularly ugly or particularly large. Ordinary, but terrifying. Alice was panicked. It was obvious what he wanted to do. She pleaded from behind his dirty hand, his sweat salty on her lips and tongue as she struggled. Rape was seldom talked about in polite conversation, but she knew about it. She'd once found one of her handmaids sobbing behind one of the statues in their garden. Her story had been heart wrenching.

There was a bite of cold metal against her throat as the man growled for her to stay quiet. Her green eyes widened with terror as he started to tug at her undergarments. She struggled more, and whipped her head to the side to let out a strangled scream. In this house, it could be mistaken for a scream of pleasure. He slapped her head so hard it made her ears ring, and the knife pushed further against her neck. It split the delicate skin, blood running down the side of her neck. She was hyperventilating now as he fumbled with her clothes, sobbing behind his hand again. “Shut up, you stupid bitch,” he growled. “Some kind of prissy princess type, eh? I had to have you,” he said, words slurring. Oh, how she wished she was back on the boat. How she wished for anything other than this, pain like she’d never known coursing from her neck and her heart. This wasn’t only physical. This was pure trauma. "Please," she sobbed, although her words were muffled. "Please, no..."

[18+] Pirates (Chicogal & megatrash)

Alice grinned, very happy with her purchase. Every nerve on her neck sensed his touch, small waves of pleasure radiating through her. The bird was first cold upon her breast, but it warmed as they walked arm-in-arm alongside eachother. The feast awaiting them at the inn was far better than the stew that had been served last night (although she daren't tell Piney that). She picked out chicken and vegetables, and enjoyed herself. They even had wine, for which she was grateful - although it was much lower quality than what she was used to and higher alcohol content to make up for the taste. On her second cup, she swayed slightly, then turned to smile at Victor dreamily.

"Why are you so quiet?" she asked him, having noticed his sombreness. Last night, he'd been in far higher spirits, joking and laughing. Now, despite all of the wonderful things set before them, he was quiet and reserved. It was quite unlike him. The evening was starting to draw to an end, and one or two men were heading off with women on their arms. No doubt what would be going on behind closed doors tonight, and it was enough to make her blush. Although, that could be the wine...

[18+] Pirates (Chicogal & megatrash)

Alice was surprised to see the comradarie amongst the traders and pirates of the port. This world... It was a very different picture from what had been painted for her, behind closed doors in elegant rooms. This was real and raw, bartering going on right in front of her. As always, she lingered by Victor's side, finding some sort of comfort in his tall, strong figure beside her. However much she may remember that he was her captor, she was also valuable to him. She knew that he would look after her if it came to danger. For some troubling reason, the thought of him caring made her heart seem to swell in her chest... But he didn't care about her - she must forget that sentimental notion. All he cared about was finishing his end-goals and letting her go back to her usual, pampered life.

The day was long, and her feet were sore by the end of it. She had to admit that she was slightly relieved to see the inn looming up at them. But before they got too close, Victor drew her aside. Once again, the feeling of her hand inside his thrilled her. And she decided - why not? Why not just let herself enjoy this? Once she went back to her father, it'd be back to boring old men, she'd get married to some boring old man, and have a boring old life. For now, this was exciting and new. No more guilt. No more overthinking. She didn't have anything to do with this situation, apart from being used as a bargaining chip.

At his surprising offer, she glanced down the road and then back to him. It was a very kind offer from a kidnapper. She smiled slightly. "Come along," she said. And this time, she slipped her hand around his forearm and walked with him down to the stalls. A couple she perused, until... A jewellery shop. A very interesting looking one, at that. Her father only allowed her to wear what he bought for her - and this was quite different from thin silver chains and elegant diamond bracelets. She picked up one necklace, a thin rope of black leather with a small silver charm. The charm itself was the profile of a flying bird, with an emerald for an eye. Something about it drew her toward it. Perhaps the fact that she'd always wanted to fly away from what her father wanted... He'd hate it. Which meant that it was perfect.

Turning to Victor, she held it up against her neck with a grin.

Fates of Fighters

It's okay, @Tracyarmav! I had a bit of a hiatus myself ;)

Fates of Fighters

Amelie sat by the German man's side, watching him eat and drink as if he'd been starved for days. Was he a man, really, or was he a boy? His features were young. Countries often made young men take on such heavy roles. So youthful, and yet already a pilot... He would have been even younger when he first began training. His sudden slapping of his leg made her gasp with surprise, leaning away for a moment. He clearly regretted the action afterwarc - some kind of habit from when he'd been healthy. Her expression was concerned as he convulsed in pain, and she wished and wished that she could help him. It seemed that he was trying to say something...

As he suddenly shouted out, she was taken by surprise once again - but then, she smiled despite herself. This German soldier, this Nazi, he was trying to show her his gratitude in her language. "Mademoiselle," she corrected him gently. His words were softer in his own language, and she understood them just fine. Most people with any knowledge of German would. "It is a pleasure," she replied in German, her own French accent strong. His eyes started to flutter closed; leaning forward, she tapped his cheek with her palm. "Come now, sleep not," she murmured. "What is your name?" she asked more loudly, more directly, trying to keep him conscious for a little longer. "I am Amelie."

[18+] Pirates (Chicogal & megatrash)

lice didn't really notice how Victor's eye was drawn more toward her. In her opinion, she looked nothing like the giggling, smiling girls who served them in skimpy clothing. But she didn't look terrible either - and at least she was out of that dress. She took his hand, and this time she did notice how the atmosphere of the room changed. They weren't really... jealous, were they? It wasn't as if he was at all interested in her, and she certainly couldn't be- wasn't interested in him. Although he was very handsome and charming; she could understand where they were coming from. She nodded at his words, and thanked Madam as they left the establishment. It made her feel slightly ashamed as she exited into the street - did they think her to be some sort of cheap hire? A couple of the men milling around and walking gave her glances, one whistling at Victor. "Nice catch, mate! What's her rate?" Alice shook her head, looking away and down at the floor as she walked. Such words were so improper. How she wished she were back home, where no man would dare speak of her that way.

Crossing her arms, she looked up to see Victor was walking ahead of her. He looked slightly goofy that way, no matter how elegant and catlike he usually was. It made her smile, despite the fright that the loud man had given her. "Oh, of course. Everything here is very different from London," she said. For a moment, she thought, before speaking again. "It's very beautiful here. But there's something about London... The atmosphere. And the people." Her mouth quirked up at her statement, looking at him almost expectantly to see if he'd react. "Certainly less... pirates."

[18+] Pirates (Chicogal & megatrash)

Alice sat alone in that room for only a short while, unsure of if she was meant to be doing something or be somewhere. She didn’t even know if the men of the shop had headed off yet. Eventually, there came a knock at her door and yet another girl peered around the edge of it. “Good day, my lady. Victor has requested that I bring you down to the breakfast table,” she explained with a smile. Alice nodded, rising to her feet that were now enclosed in simple laced ankle boots that had also been given to her. A loan, or else Victor would pay for them, she guessed.

Heading down, she entered the dining room and was once again subject to loud noise. The girl who had come to collect her, found a chair next to Victor – the only person she really knew on the boat. The spread on the table that was set out was impressive, even for someone who came from such an affluent household. Ah, she certainly was hungry. She took a seat next to Victor, wondering whether he'd notice how much better she looked and smelled- but why should she care? That was a stupid sentiment. "Good morning," she said to him, smiling despite herself. She took a piece of bread and a sausage and tucked in. Being rather famished, she finished quickly and set her knife and fork together in the generally accepted message that meant she was finished eating.

"Thank you. I feel much better now that I am clean and fed," she admitted, folding her hands in her lap. Strange, she sounded almost like a pet. One could have said that about a horse or a dog. In any case, she was being well looked after considering the fact she'd been kidnapped. There were many women in the room, and the way in which they were acting... Well. If she didn't know any better, she would have felt embarrassed for them. To have to act like this, just to live. They surely didn't care about these dirty, disease-ridden men to that extent - did they?

"What will be the course of action for today?"

[18+] Pirates (Chicogal & megatrash)

Once again, Alice was awoken by Vic coming into her- no, his, room. She was not so startled as the first time, but she was still slightly affronted. At the least, he did not linger. She dressed in solitude again, glancing out of the window at the clear blue sea. She'd never swam in it before; ladies didn't tend to swim. And she couldn't help but idly wonder what it would be like, surrounded by that cool cleanliness. Probably better than the staleness she felt all around her now. What she would do for some fresh undergarments... Well. If what Vic had said was true, then she should be feeling fresher in a short while.

The boat was docked with a small lurch, and she emerged from the captain's cabin. Without a hairbrush or any sort of grooming material, she wasn't exactly looking her best. She walked close behind Vic, eyes wide at all the new sights awaiting her. She was half-afraid that she might be robbed by some of the more unsavoury characters hanging around the ports - in fact, she was slightly glad to be beside a man of such stature. Tiny walked next to her, more quiet after his embarrassment yesterday. She didn't really mind him there. He seemed to be a good young man as far as pirates went.

Alice nodded at Vic's words to her outside of the inn. Female jealousy and cattiness was very much real, even amongst the higher classes of society. She'd experienced biting words from older, 'ladies,' a couple of times before. His rough hand on her shoulder sent tingles down her spine. He was becoming more and more familiar around her, and she couldn't tell whether that was a good thing or not. But she thought she liked it, and that was all that really mattered, right? Following him inside, she was struck by loud noise and some scantily clad women. She made sure to stick close to Vic while he chatted to an older woman. She averted her eyes as he just about pulled off his shirt. In this place, she felt terribly unattractive with all of these done-up women roaming around.

When Lyla and Rosa came to take her to the baths, she almost felt embarrassed. They were both pretty, young girls. Lyla was Caucasian, with dark blonde hair and hazel eyes. Rosa looked to be Spanish, full lips, dark hair and brown eyes rimmed with kohl. They were both dressed scantily, leaving nothing to the imagination. In fact, she barely even knew where to look. They lead her through darkened hallways, and she had to ignore the sounds from behind doors. Eventually they took her into what seemed to be a washroom. Lyla instructed her to stay there, and they both disappeared. Eventually they came back with a large bucket and a wooden barrel sawn in half. They laboriously filled the bath with hot water, steam floating off the top.

Alice was not shy to undress, quite used to having handmaids assisting her. She stepped into the hot water, sighing with relief as she sat down. Taking the washcloth, she began to rub dirt off her skin while Lyla and Rosa washed her hair. The water quickly became sudsy and murky, and she reveled in the simple scent of soap. Once she stepped out, they helped to towel her dry and anointed her with a scent of lavender. It was a lady's scent, and it almost brought a tear to her eye. It was a smell of familiarity. They brought out a simple shirt and a long skirt, along with new undergarments. She thanked them, and despite the rough scratchiness of the fabric, it was far better than her dirty, elegant dress. It now laid in a sad heap next to the bath. There was no use in having it anymore.

Lyla brought out a pair of trousers, holding them up to her hips. "They may be useful," she explained at Alice's surprised look. "Sometimes a woman has to be a man." The girl insisted on bundling them into a small woven bag for her, then sat her down on a chair. Lyla and Rosa brushed out her hair, and that was it. They weren't handmaids of course - they weren't there to wait on her. But they looked at her for a moment. "You are lucky to be with him, the Incubus," Rosa murmured, Spanish accent thick on her tongue. Alice shook her head. "No, no- it's not like that. He kidnapped me." The two girls smirked at one another, shook their heads, then took her out of the washroom. They lead her to a small room with a window overlooking an alleyway. They bidded their goodbyes and Alice thanked them, before she was left alone.

What was Victor up to, she wondered?

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