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Linda walked across the wooden planks, her keen eyes watching everything around her. After all, she was a wanted woman. Most of the people there were deck hands and sailors; not the type to stay current with the Bounties, let alone one put out by a lord half-way across the sea. Still, one could never be too careful. The night before, she had secured passage on an old trading ship. They dealt in spices and textiles and this voyage would be taking them to a far-off land. It was perfect. The furthest she could get from Lord Adder, the better.\n\nShe couldn't help but attract attention as she walked up the gangplank. Few could match the lecherous gazes of professional sailors and a vulpine woman like her was a great rarity among these people. Many would use the word, 'exotic' to describe her. That she was adorned with a fine sword and dagger would only extend their gazes. Her tail twitched in irritation. She didn't waste any time with formalities. The First Mate and her had already arranged her cabin ahead of time under the fake name, 'Lady Eileen'. She picked him out from the crowd quickly and came up to him, slipping a silver crown into his pocket and leaning in to whisper in his ear. \"See that I'm not disturbed.\"\n\nThe other sailors hooted as she expected they would but the First Mate was quick to quell their calls. He seemed to have a good head on his shoulders and she was hoping that the extra motivation she just gave him would make this journey a quiet one. Slipping down the rickety stairs, she made her way below deck and into the private quarters. Hers was the second door on the left and sure enough, the key she was given the night before unlocked it. She entered, closed the door behind her and locked it. It was a small room but she hadn't expected much in the first place. It was little more than a cot and a cupboard with a single lamp to light the room. She slung her traveler's pack down onto the ground in front of the door and rested herself on the bed. No doubt it was going to be a very long two weeks.\n\nIn time, she could hear the deck hands up above begin to hustle about more than before, the captain and his first mate barking orders and the familiar rocking as she was sure the ship was drifting out of the dock and into the open sea. Sine time later there was a knock at her door. Without a window, it was hard to tell how much time had passed in Linda's room but she was certain that night would be falling soon. She answered back with a commanding voice, \"Who goes there?\"\n\nA tiny voice replied back, \"Nobody, Lady Eileen. Just a humble servant with your meal.\"\n\nWith one hand on her dagger, Linda arose from her bed unlocked the door. Cracking it open she peaked outside to see a small, timid young boy holding a tray. Upon it was a cut of stale bread, a wedge of dried cheese and a cup of wine. She opened the door the rest of the way and sheathed her dagger where he could see. She wanted him to know she was armed and not afraid to draw her weapon. Word spread quickly on a ship. Snatching the tray from his hands, she slammed the door in his face and locked it. The meal wasn't much but she didn't exactly expect a feast on a voyage like this. She sat on her cot and ate. Her mouth strained on the bread, hard enough to break glass she was certain and the cheese was under-aged. Surely they must have taken on fresh stock before leaving. Perhaps by the end of the journey it would be passable. She took a sip of the wine and her nose curled. The taste and smell were so bitter, it burned her nose as it slid down her throat. It must have been drawn from a rotting cask. She'd had grogs in two-bit towns buried in the Deepwoods that were better than this. She tried to continue her meal but the burning sensation continued to cloud her head. She went to pick up the bread but before she knew it, she had fumbled the tray to the ground. The room began to grow dark around her but when she looked up at the lamp, it appeared to burn brighter than ever. Its light flooded her vision until everything drifted away into that white light.\n\nShe drifted through the light like a feather on the wind. Her body could feel itself being whipped back and forth, high into the sky and then scraping against the coarse dirt. Through it all, she could hear voices. They started as just echoes in the distance but gradually grew louder. In time, she could begin to pick out individual people, but their words were too distorted to understand. She struggled to regain control of her body in the wind and just as she did, everything froze. She couldn't move. She was frozen in place. And just as the white light had overtaken her, it peeled back into a bold, solid blue. At first, she thought she was still dreaming but as she began to look around, a white cloud floated into view. Someone began to speak in a loud voice which was hard to understand at first but became clearer as her senses returned.\n\n\"Good to have ye back with us, Lady Eileen. Or should I say, Warrior of tha' Narth Wood,\" the voice chuckled, joined in by the chorus of the crew.\n\nLinda brought her head down and the blue of the sky ended at that stinking ship. There was no land in sight now and her hair whipped in the wind. She tried to move but her hands were tied with leather straps around a taut rope and her legs were bound to the bowsprit at the front of the ship. The rope was rigged tight between her legs and up to the jib which was, at the moment, flat against the wind.\n\n\"I never coulda' expected ta see such a prize as yerself boardin' my vessel of her own accord. But I s'pose sometimes ye get lucky, don't ye? That's a mighty-fine dagger ye got thar. None a' me crew could get it offa' ye. It ain't often ye see a spell-bound weapon. A'coarse, the funny thing 'bout spell-bound weapons is they don't do ya no good if ye can't draw 'em,\" the captain laughed, his crew joining in with him.\n\nLinda struggled against her bonds and gasped as the rope between her legs slipped against her bare fur. Those sick sailors-! She snarled at them all, barring her sharp fangs. \"When I get loose, I'm gonna-\"\n\n\"Gonna what?\" balked the captain. \"This here's my ship n' thar ain't nowhere fer ye ta be runnin' even if ye get free. Ye should just be happy Lard Adder wants ye specifically unspoiled by a man. Otherwise, ye'd be tied in tha gallows as a treat fer me crew. Enjoy tha fresh air,\" he chuckled. \"But that don' mean yer off so easily, ma dear. Even if ye can't be spoiled by a man, it don't mean ye ain't good fer a show. I got me entire crew here to enjoy tha fireworks.\" The crew erupted in a cheer. Linda sneered at the men, all of them fucking her with their eyes. Her sneer turned to a wince when she felt the rope begin to jostle between her legs. Some of the deckhands were unraveling it from the bulwark.\n\n\"Ye see,\" the captain continued. \"Cordage be one a' the most important parts of a vessel. Without good ropes, ye canna' raise yer sails or adjust yer sheets. It's a lotta work keepin' 'em in good condition. Whale oil, pig fat, they help keep tha lines runnin' smooth but sea air still cuts through. But ye know, they say the scent of a good woman can do anythin', don't they?\"\n\nThe rope gave a sudden tug, sliding out six inches. \"Hnnnngh!\" Linda panted, gritting her teeth. The treated rope slid surprisingly smooth across her sex and that sudden jerk split her lips apart. With the little ease that had been given to the jib, it began to bellow out with the wind, pulling it even tighter against her body. The assembled crew cried out with excitement, raising their fists and gazing over her curves.\n\n\"M...more,\" Linda sighed softly.\n\n\"Ya-har!\" The captain cried out. \"I be seein' why Lord Adder wanted this one so much! Just a single tug of the rope and she's beggin' fer it. Go on boys, let 'er have it.\"\n\nThe crew at the ropes now began to steadily let out the rope which in turn slid across Linda's supple lips. She panted heatedly, even rubbing her hips against the rope, rubbing her clit into it. The crew could even see the glistening wetness from her body moving up the rope as more and more let out. The more wind the jib caught, the tighter it pulled, digging itself into her sex causing her to moan even louder. When the rope had begun to pull out too far, the jib started to swagger in the wind, whipping and tugging and sending jolts through her body like electricity. She pulled her bound hands down on the rope towards her core, screaming and panting and working her hips up and down. The crew was in an uproar and the captain watched over with glee.\n\nLinda worked her hands up and down the slick rope. While the oil wasn't coming off of the cordage, her own lubricant was spreading easily over her wrists. The moistness was also seeping into the leather straps, making them more porous. The rocking of her hips spread even more of her moistness onto the rope and in time, she was ready to make her move. Wrenching her left wrist, she yanked her hand out from the leather straps and in one, fluid motion, she drew her dagger and cut the jib like. The rope whipped out brutally, lashing at the captain's face. He fell to the deck, blood running down his face as he clutched his cheek. As the crew tried to contain the flailing rope, she cut loose her right arm and feet, balancing on the bowsprit and holding her dagger before her.\n\n\"Now then, if you'll let me finish this time, when I get loose I'm going to carve each an every one of you up like swine and hang you from the rigging until you bleed dry. You're welcome to test those words.\" The fire in her eyes burned with red-hot intensity, making that dagger look like a blazing saber.\n\n-TB ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "It was a stinking dock on a stinking day. Linda walked across the wooden planks, her keen eyes watching everything around her. After all, she was a wanted woman. Most of the people there were deck hands and sailors; not the type to stay current with the Bounties, let alone one put out by a lord half-way across the sea. Still, one could never be too careful. The night before, she had secured passage on an old trading ship. They dealt in spices and textiles and this voyage would be taking them to a far-off land. It was perfect. The furthest she could get from Lord Adder, the better.

She couldn't help but attract attention as she walked up the gangplank. Few could match the lecherous gazes of professional sailors and a vulpine woman like her was a great rarity among these people. Many would use the word, 'exotic' to describe her. That she was adorned with a fine sword and dagger would only extend their gazes. Her tail twitched in irritation. She didn't waste any time with formalities. The First Mate and her had already arranged her cabin ahead of time under the fake name, 'Lady Eileen'. She picked him out from the crowd quickly and came up to him, slipping a silver crown into his pocket and leaning in to whisper in his ear. "See that I'm not disturbed."

The other sailors hooted as she expected they would but the First Mate was quick to quell their calls. He seemed to have a good head on his shoulders and she was hoping that the extra motivation she just gave him would make this journey a quiet one. Slipping down the rickety stairs, she made her way below deck and into the private quarters. Hers was the second door on the left and sure enough, the key she was given the night before unlocked it. She entered, closed the door behind her and locked it. It was a small room but she hadn't expected much in the first place. It was little more than a cot and a cupboard with a single lamp to light the room. She slung her traveler's pack down onto the ground in front of the door and rested herself on the bed. No doubt it was going to be a very long two weeks.

In time, she could hear the deck hands up above begin to hustle about more than before, the captain and his first mate barking orders and the familiar rocking as she was sure the ship was drifting out of the dock and into the open sea. Sine time later there was a knock at her door. Without a window, it was hard to tell how much time had passed in Linda's room but she was certain that night would be falling soon. She answered back with a commanding voice, "Who goes there?"

A tiny voice replied back, "Nobody, Lady Eileen. Just a humble servant with your meal."

With one hand on her dagger, Linda arose from her bed unlocked the door. Cracking it open she peaked outside to see a small, timid young boy holding a tray. Upon it was a cut of stale bread, a wedge of dried cheese and a cup of wine. She opened the door the rest of the way and sheathed her dagger where he could see. She wanted him to know she was armed and not afraid to draw her weapon. Word spread quickly on a ship. Snatching the tray from his hands, she slammed the door in his face and locked it. The meal wasn't much but she didn't exactly expect a feast on a voyage like this. She sat on her cot and ate. Her mouth strained on the bread, hard enough to break glass she was certain and the cheese was under-aged. Surely they must have taken on fresh stock before leaving. Perhaps by the end of the journey it would be passable. She took a sip of the wine and her nose curled. The taste and smell were so bitter, it burned her nose as it slid down her throat. It must have been drawn from a rotting cask. She'd had grogs in two-bit towns buried in the Deepwoods that were better than this. She tried to continue her meal but the burning sensation continued to cloud her head. She went to pick up the bread but before she knew it, she had fumbled the tray to the ground. The room began to grow dark around her but when she looked up at the lamp, it appeared to burn brighter than ever. Its light flooded her vision until everything drifted away into that white light.

She drifted through the light like a feather on the wind. Her body could feel itself being whipped back and forth, high into the sky and then scraping against the coarse dirt. Through it all, she could hear voices. They started as just echoes in the distance but gradually grew louder. In time, she could begin to pick out individual people, but their words were too distorted to understand. She struggled to regain control of her body in the wind and just as she did, everything froze. She couldn't move. She was frozen in place. And just as the white light had overtaken her, it peeled back into a bold, solid blue. At first, she thought she was still dreaming but as she began to look around, a white cloud floated into view. Someone began to speak in a loud voice which was hard to understand at first but became clearer as her senses returned.

"Good to have ye back with us, Lady Eileen. Or should I say, Warrior of tha' Narth Wood," the voice chuckled, joined in by the chorus of the crew.

Linda brought her head down and the blue of the sky ended at that stinking ship. There was no land in sight now and her hair whipped in the wind. She tried to move but her hands were tied with leather straps around a taut rope and her legs were bound to the bowsprit at the front of the ship. The rope was rigged tight between her legs and up to the jib which was, at the moment, flat against the wind.

"I never coulda' expected ta see such a prize as yerself boardin' my vessel of her own accord. But I s'pose sometimes ye get lucky, don't ye? That's a mighty-fine dagger ye got thar. None a' me crew could get it offa' ye. It ain't often ye see a spell-bound weapon. A'coarse, the funny thing 'bout spell-bound weapons is they don't do ya no good if ye can't draw 'em," the captain laughed, his crew joining in with him.

Linda struggled against her bonds and gasped as the rope between her legs slipped against her bare fur. Those sick sailors-! She snarled at them all, barring her sharp fangs. "When I get loose, I'm gonna-"

"Gonna what?" balked the captain. "This here's my ship n' thar ain't nowhere fer ye ta be runnin' even if ye get free. Ye should just be happy Lard Adder wants ye specifically unspoiled by a man. Otherwise, ye'd be tied in tha gallows as a treat fer me crew. Enjoy tha fresh air," he chuckled. "But that don' mean yer off so easily, ma dear. Even if ye can't be spoiled by a man, it don't mean ye ain't good fer a show. I got me entire crew here to enjoy tha fireworks." The crew erupted in a cheer. Linda sneered at the men, all of them fucking her with their eyes. Her sneer turned to a wince when she felt the rope begin to jostle between her legs. Some of the deckhands were unraveling it from the bulwark.

"Ye see," the captain continued. "Cordage be one a' the most important parts of a vessel. Without good ropes, ye canna' raise yer sails or adjust yer sheets. It's a lotta work keepin' 'em in good condition. Whale oil, pig fat, they help keep tha lines runnin' smooth but sea air still cuts through. But ye know, they say the scent of a good woman can do anythin', don't they?"

The rope gave a sudden tug, sliding out six inches. "Hnnnngh!" Linda panted, gritting her teeth. The treated rope slid surprisingly smooth across her sex and that sudden jerk split her lips apart. With the little ease that had been given to the jib, it began to bellow out with the wind, pulling it even tighter against her body. The assembled crew cried out with excitement, raising their fists and gazing over her curves.

"M...more," Linda sighed softly.

"Ya-har!" The captain cried out. "I be seein' why Lord Adder wanted this one so much! Just a single tug of the rope and she's beggin' fer it. Go on boys, let 'er have it."

The crew at the ropes now began to steadily let out the rope which in turn slid across Linda's supple lips. She panted heatedly, even rubbing her hips against the rope, rubbing her clit into it. The crew could even see the glistening wetness from her body moving up the rope as more and more let out. The more wind the jib caught, the tighter it pulled, digging itself into her sex causing her to moan even louder. When the rope had begun to pull out too far, the jib started to swagger in the wind, whipping and tugging and sending jolts through her body like electricity. She pulled her bound hands down on the rope towards her core, screaming and panting and working her hips up and down. The crew was in an uproar and the captain watched over with glee.

Linda worked her hands up and down the slick rope. While the oil wasn't coming off of the cordage, her own lubricant was spreading easily over her wrists. The moistness was also seeping into the leather straps, making them more porous. The rocking of her hips spread even more of her moistness onto the rope and in time, she was ready to make her move. Wrenching her left wrist, she yanked her hand out from the leather straps and in one, fluid motion, she drew her dagger and cut the jib like. The rope whipped out brutally, lashing at the captain's face. He fell to the deck, blood running down his face as he clutched his cheek. As the crew tried to contain the flailing rope, she cut loose her right arm and feet, balancing on the bowsprit and holding her dagger before her.

"Now then, if you'll let me finish this time, when I get loose I'm going to carve each an every one of you up like swine and hang you from the rigging until you bleed dry. You're welcome to test those words." The fire in her eyes burned with red-hot intensity, making that dagger look like a blazing saber.

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