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Bleeding Heart Ch. 01

By: QueenofHearts333



Jeremy Drace was casually sprawled out in his seat with his feet propped up on the basket of the desk in front of his. He was about 6' 1" with brown laughing eyes and dirty blonde hair that was almost more dirt than blonde. He was notorious for getting in trouble and everyone expected it from him, in fact when he was in tenth grade he had missed a good part of the year and had to take it all over again, rumors had immediately spread around that he had done something really bad and been sent to the correctional school in the city. When he had in fact been home with a bad case of mono, but Jeremy didn't feel any need to correct anyone and actually encouraged the rumor a little bit. In his opinion doing some badass, probably cool as hell thing and being sent to correction school was much more exciting than staying home for months with mono, so he had let the rumor stay. Because he had had to stay back a year he was now 19 while almost everyone else in his grade was either 18 or 17. 

Today he was wearing what at first glance looked like a letter jacket but on closer inspection on the back, where his last name should have been it said Smartass with a big one overtop of it, or at least it would have said Smartass if a teacher had not taped a piece of paper over the ass part earlier that day. 

His history teacher was at the front of the room droning on about some war while most of the class passed notes or texted or whispered quietly to each other when their teacher's back was turned. Jeremy was leaning over to tell his best friend Mike about his plans for that night when he saw something black move out of the corner of his eye. He turned and looked out of the one window in the room which looked into the hallway and grinned. He had already started to gather his things when there was a quiet knock on the door, the knocker did not wait to be let in but instead strode into the room, said something quietly to the teacher, and handed him a note. The knocker was an office aid who for some seemed like the embodiment of death and today she certainly looked the part, dressed in a black top and long black skirt she eerily resembled the grim reaper, Jeremy grinned at that thought. By that time Jeremy had stood up, the teacher looked at him, confirming his suspicions. 

"Well everybody this is where I get off maybe I'll see some of you again, maybe I won't" Jeremy announced melodramatically to the class. Right on que the teacher said "Jeremy the principal would like to see you in his office, now." Most of the class "uhhhhed" and his friends snickered. This was no surprise for Jeremy as he was always being sent to the office for some reason or other. He walked to the door and with a last wink for everyone followed the gothic girl in front of him out of the room.

"So long time no see Holly, how have you been?" Holly turned to him and did her best to give him a stern frown before giving up and smiling, no one could keep a straight face with Jeremy grinning at them like that, Holly thought that it was probably actually physically impossible. "I saw you two days ago you doof, when you got in trouble for throwing those water balloons at the juniors, which was pretty funny, but stupid, I mean you had to know that you would get caught and sent to the principal again. You know you should really stop getting in trouble so often." Jeremy grinned and put on a face that would have made a lifelong suck-up proud "but then I wouldn't get to see you every other day and I don't think that I could bear that, it would just break my heart." Holly scoffed and cuffed his shoulder "break your heart my ass." He looked her up and down, appreciating her curvy figure, thin waist, and unusually long, slightly wavy brown hair. With Holly he looked occasionally and he flirted with her but they both knew that he didn't actually mean anything by it, they were just friends. 

He had first talked to Holly on the second day of senior year when she had come to collect him and bring him to the principal's office for skipping English class. Thinking back he realized that behind the bushes next to the gym entrance probably wasn't the best place to be making out with a girl as anyone coming or going could easily see them. When Holly was leading him to the office that second day of senior year he had tried over and over again to engage her in small talk until she had finally stopped, turned to him, and said "you just don't give up do you?" He had flashed her a grin and said "nope, I'm way to cocky for that." This in turn had her grinning back at him as she shook her head. Jeremy wasn't the type of person that Holly would normally be friends with but after that they where fast friends.

Just then they rounded the corner and stopped in front of the door leading into the front office. Holly held it open for him and he sauntered in, his eyes immediately picked out the new secretary, Ms. Shields. She had only been working at the school for two weeks now, she had gotten the job when the old office secretary had retired. She had long, straight brown hair, not as long as Holly's but it reached about mid-way down her back, she was slender with long legs and gently sloping hips. She had delicate features and piercing blue eyes. When she stood up and walked over to the filing cabinet to put away some papers he could tell that she was tall, about 5' 8", and graceful. He especially liked the way that her black pencil skirt and white heels showed off her tight ass and long legs. Jeremy was not sure exactly how old she was but she didn't look like she could be more than a few years older than himself.

As Jeremy sauntered in he wolf-whistled at the new secretary and asked her what such a fine thing was doing in a place like this, earning him only an icy glare from her before she went back to what she had been doing. Damn she was hot, but can you say cold bitch? Jeremy sat down with a huff at the rejection, which he had totally been expecting since that was what happened every time he had hit on her. Holly glanced at him, smirked slightly, then returned to her normal, rather stoic attitude and started answering phone calls as she had undoubtedly been doing before she was sent to find him. 

Jeremy heard the principal, Mr. Ashworth call Ms. Shields into his office. The principal was a good principal, as far as principals go, he was middle-aged, usually fairly nice, and he had a calm air about him. Ms. Shields returned a moment later seeming even colder if that was possible. "Mr. Ashworth is ready for you now." She told Jeremy with a dead pan voice. Jeremy walked back behind the front desk and into the principal's office.

By the time Principal Ashworth had finished discussing with Jeremy the proper and improper uses of the multi-media room Jeremy had just enough time to swing by his history class and grab the rest of his stuff before for he had to go to his next class. 

.......That Night.......

Jeremy, Mike, and three of their other friends watched from behind some bushes as one of the janitors propped open a door so that he could haul stuff into the back of his van. When he went back inside to get more stuff the five guys raced semi-stealthily through the door and into a nearby supply closet, they had just gotten the door closed when they heard the janitor coming back down the hall with more equipment. The guys had watched and made sure that he was the last janitor to leave. When they heard the janitor close and lock the door behind him they stepped out. Mike breathed a sigh of relief at not being caught "Okay guys so everyone understands what we're doing right? We're going to turn on all the sinks in the school that we can get to." Mike told everyone what part of the school they would be taking care of, Jeremy had all of the science classrooms. Everyone split up, Jeremy headed upstairs to the science hallways. 

Right as he was about to go into the first classroom he heard a noise, he was about to split when he heard it again, this time it sounded almost like someone crying. He paused unsure of what to do, should he go and see what it was or should he hurry up and leave before someone found him here after hours. When he heard the noise again that decided it for him, it sounded like it was coming from one of the classrooms down the hall. He crept quietly down the hall until he stood in front of the room that he thought that the sound was coming from, the door was open slightly. He tried to see if he could find out what was making the sound without actually going into the room, but with only the dim light from the lights that the school left on in the hallways after hours, and only one fairly small window to look through he could not find the source of the sound. He sighed and opened the door as quietly as he could and stepped inside his foot came down on something with a crunch, he cursed inwardly, he hadn't even seen the glass on the floor. As he looked up he saw something move towards the back of the classroom, a form appeared to be on the floor huddled against one of the lab tables. 

Jeremy went back to investigate, he figured that if it was a teacher then he would already have been in trouble. As he walked to that back of the room his eyes adjusted and he could tell that there was indeed a person huddled against one of the lab tables. It was a woman and she was shaking, she had her knees tightly drawn up against her body and her heard buried between her knees, her arms appeared to be behind her back. Jeremy rushed over and knelt in front of the shaking woman "miss?" Jeremy asked her. She looked up and Jeremy gasped, it was Ms. Shields and she had tears and mascara running down her face, there was also some blood from a split lip. Her clothes were rumpled and torn in a few places, including a tear up the side of her skirt. "Oh my god, what happened to you, are you alright, did you fall, did someone do this to you, do you need help getting up?" the words came tumbling out of Jeremy before he could stop and organize his confused thoughts. 

Anna finally recognized the boy that always came into the office and hit on her. At first she thought 'thank god, I'm saved', but then she remembered something that made her even more afraid. "You have to leave now, he said that he was coming back he said that was only going to be gone for a couple of minutes, he said that if....."

"Shhhh," Jeremy had placed a finger over her lips "clam down and tell me who he is."

Anna breathed out deeply "He's..."

"He's who?" Jeremy asked but this time it was her turn to shoosh him. Then he heard what she must have been hearing, footsteps, and they were getting closer. Jeremy looked at Ms. Shields, she was panicked and crying even harder. 

"Hide! You have to hide, if he finds you in here he'll kill you and probably me too!" Anna whispered frantically to him. 

He started to shake his head but the way that she commanded him "Hide now!" got his attention. He told himself that it would be sensible for him to hide anyways because then he would have the element of surprise, he stared at the crying secretary then nodded and found a place to hide behind one of the other lab tables. Just as he crouched down he heard the footsteps stop outside of the door and he heard the crunching of glass under someone's feet. Jeremy peeked through the space between the two cabinets that made up the legs of the lab table and saw someone, a man, stop a few feet away from Ms. Shields. 

"I thought that I heard someone talking, were you talking Anna?"

Jeremy was surprised, the voice sounded familiar and he hadn't known that her name was Anna.

The man took her chin in his hand roughly and jerked her head up. "Look at me when I speak to you bitch and answer me. Were you talking?" Still Anna said nothing and this time the man slapped her hard across the face. Jeremy bristled and was about to jump up and attack the man from behind when he saw the gun in the man's other hand. 'Shit!' Jeremy thought, 'if anything goes wrong he could end up shooting her. What the fuck am I going to do, I can't just sit here and watch this happen.'

Jeremy wondered why she wasn't even raising her arms to stop his blows and then he felt like an idiot for not realizing from the beginning that her arms must have been bound and tied to something behind her back, probably the base of the table or even one of the locked drawers.

"Answer me! Were you talking?" The man raised his hand to hit her again if she didn't answer.

"Yes, I was talking." Anna said, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"See that wasn't so hard now was it?" the man asked almost soothingly. Then he swung back his leg and kicked her hard. "I told you not to fucking make any noise bitch!"Just then the man turned into the light enough that Jeremy could see his face. He almost gasped in surprise before he stopped himself. 

Principal Ashworth, how could it be Principal Ashworth, how could he do something like this? It just didn't seem to fit, Jeremy's friendly image of the Principal shattered and now this image, of him standing threateningly over a helpless woman, replaced it. 

"Now unless I ask you something I don't want to hear another word from you. We wouldn't want to have to have a repeat of what just happened, now would we?" Anna shook her head. "Good."

Jeremy saw Principal Ashworth kneel down and although he couldn't see what was happening her Anna whimper and then cry out.

As Ashworth knelt down in front of her Anna tried to shrink back, further away from him, but since she was up against a table she couldn't. Ashworth put his hands on her legs and pulled them apart slightly, Anna tried to keep her legs closed and then whimpered when he dug his fingers into her muscles, forcing her to relax them. He quickly brought one of his hands down and rammed a finger into her dry sex, making her cry out in pain, he grinned as he did this and then his face got angry. "I told you to be quiet slut!" He hit her hard across the face again. Anna started to sob. Ashworth ripped her shirt down the front angrily, pushed her bra aside, and twisted her nipples cruelly, Anna cried out again.

Jeremy was trying to figure out where the gun was and if there was any chance of Anna getting shot if he jumped the bastard right now, when he heard Principal Ashworth hit Anna again. He could not allow this to go any further, he still didn't know where the gun was but at least he knew that Ashworth wasn't holding it for the moment.

Just then Jeremy heard footsteps and a male voice calling his name softly, shit it was Mike. He saw Principal Ashworth look towards the door and decided that this was his chance. Jeremy leapt across the table and threw himself at Principal Ashworth, knocking the older man over. Ashworth started yelling curses at him and trying to punch or kick him, anything that would get the younger man off of him.

Mike heard the commotion and came rushing into the room saying "What the hell have you gotten into now Jeremy?" Mike flipped on the switch for the classroom lights and stood stunned for a moment at what he saw. Jeremy and the Principal were fighting viciously and there was a battered looking woman tied to one of the lab tables.

"Don't just stand there staring," Jeremy grunted, "help me!" 

Mike rushed over to join the fight slugging the principal in the stomach while Jeremy held his hands behind his back. The principal's breath whooshed out of him and he fell to his knees, he looked for his gun but couldn't find it. Then he felt something slam into the back of his head with what felt like the force of a train and everything went black.

The principal lay unmoving on the floor and both Jeremy and Mike just stood there for a moment, staring and panting. "Is he dead?" Mike finally asked. Jeremy bent down to check the man's pulse and shook his head no. Then he snapped his head to the side, as if coming out of a trance and suddenly remembering something very important, and rushed over to kneel in front of Anna. Mike sat down on a lab stool and watched, concern, worry, and a hint of curiosity played across his handsome face as he watched Jeremy reach out to the girl and touch her arm gently, almost hesitantly, as if she were made of glass.

"Anna? Anna, it's all right, look at me, it's all right Anna, he's out cold." Jeremy looked up at Mike. "Find me a pair of scissors or a knife or something." Mike nodded and went to search through the many drawers in the room.

"Anna, Mike is finding something so that I can cut the ropes from your hands and then we're going to get you out of here, ok?" Jeremy saw her tiny nod and felt slightly better, at least she was responding to him, and that was good, right? He looked at the blood slowly running from her split lip which had been made worse from being hit so hard and so many times. He wiped the blood off of her face with the edge of his shirt then reached down to fix her shirt as much as possible but she shrunk back from him and whimpered. He drew his hand back and placed it on her cheek. "I'm not going to hurt you Anna, you don't need to be afraid of me." 

Mike walked up with a pair of scissors and handed them to Jeremy who went to work at cutting Anna free from the rope and table, which wasn't proving to be an easy feat with a pair of school scissors. Finally he had cut all of the way through the rope and was rubbing Anna's wrists gently, like he'd seen in movies, to help restore her blood circulation in her hands. Once he was satisfied he let go of her wrists and was surprised when she wrapped her arms around his neck, practically clinging to him. "Thank you" she whispered into his ear. Jeremy picked her up and sat down on a lab stool with her pressed against his chest, "where is your purse?" he asked. 

"In the office," she said into his shoulder "but I don't want to go in there. Please?" Jeremy could feel Anna start to shake even harder against him. 'What had the fucking bastard done to her in there?' 

Jeremy smoothed her hair down her back, comforting her, "It's all right, you don't have to." He looked up at Mike who had been staring at them, "Mike, would you mind going to the office and grabbing her purse?"

"Sure man." Mike replied.

"Oh and after that meet me at the car, where is everyone else?"

"They already left I told them to go ahead and that I would find you."

Jeremy nodded. "What should we do with him?" Jeremy asked, indication Principal Ashworth lying on the floor. "And where did his gun go? I know that he had had one but I didn't see or feel it on him."

Anna pointed to where she had been sitting, "I took it when you started fighting and sat on it so that he couldn't get to it." Anna volunteered quietly. 

"Thanks for that, that still leaves us with what to do with him and his gun though."

Bleeding Heart Ch. 01



*** I'm back with a new series. This one has been completely written and I will be submitting in weekly intervals. 

It is about pirates in a fantasy world and contains scenes of graphic, reluctant sex and exhibitionism/voyeurism. I am submitting it in Sci-Fi/Fantasy, so here is your warning about the nature of the sexual situations. 

Of course all characters are over 18 years of age. Enjoy. *** 

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Chapter One: The Mad Pirate

The deck of the Bleeding Heart swayed pleasantly in the gentle current of the ocean as the sun began to crest the line of the horizon far in the distance. The ship's captain stood at the stern in the early morning silence and watched as the sun climbed the sky, his black hair blowing around his face in the light wind. It was peaceful in the early dawn with most of the crew still asleep below deck and Captain Heart sighed deep with content. It would be a long day and he planned on enjoying the stillness for as long as he could. 

Despite being the world's most wanted criminal and legend's most frightening monster, Heart found time to enjoy the little things that life offered whenever he could. But they were always too short lived...

"Captain?" a deep voice said from behind Heart. 

"Devin," Heart smiled, bidding his first officer forward with a flick of his wrist. 

A huge man with a closely shaved head of blond hair came to stand by his captain looking out of character in a neatly pressed, red first officer's uniform. He stood a whole head taller than Heart but held a reverent respect for his fearless and deadly leader. 

"Beautiful isn't it?" Heart observed, gesturing at the sunrise. 

"Aye, Sir," Devin nodded. 

"I think it's what I love most about the sea," Heart mused, "The sunrise before a bloody day." 

"Will it be bad?" Devin asked, worry furrowing his strong brow. 

Heart snorted and smiled, "I can only hope so." 

"Very good, Sir," Devin said with a curious frown, "Should I wake the men?" 

"Please," Heart nodded and watched as his friend departed. 

The small ship that the Bleeding Heart had been pursuing across the Eastern Ocean had finally begun to slow down as it ran out of energy and Heart had planned on finally taking it by late that morning. Now would be the best time to strike, before the full moon the next day reenergized the ship's passengers, making any attempt at victory impossible for another month. But even with the best circumstances possible, defeat was well within the realm of possibility. 

Nonetheless Seth Heart liked a challenge -- one did not become a pirate of his caliber without taking a few risks. 

Men were now starting to come above deck, preparing the ship for full speed. They all had their orders and Heart was pleased to see his crew working like the well-oiled machine it was. 

"Sir," Devin had reappeared and looked concerned about something. 

"What is it?" Heart asked, keeping his composure as he strolled with the first officer toward the door in the middle of the ship that led below deck. 

"The wind crystal is more depleted than we anticipated," Devin replied, "These past few days have been too calm..." 

Heart paused and pulled one of his many rings off his right hand, placing it in Devin's palm. It was silver and plain, with a round, blue stone set into the top. "Never leave port unprepared," Heart intoned, "I got this off a particularly skilled whore in that swamp we docked in a few months back. It is very effective at replenishing energy... give it to the mage -- he'll know what to do with it." 

Devin nodded and hustled toward the aft of the ship where the Bleeding Heart's pride and joy, a rare and powerful wind gem, was housed. 

Continuing on his way, Heart descended a flight of stairs under the ship and walked down a short hallway to where his quarters were located. When he entered, Heart went to his drawers and got out a loose, black shirt that he pulled over his head. Next he grabbed his belt and sword from where they hung from the end of his bed and buckled it on over his hips. Last came his long, heavy blood red coat. When a ship saw that coat on the stern of an approaching ship, its members knew it was time to make peace with their gods -- Captain Heart would be on them in minutes. 

"Get up, Greta," Heart announced loudly, kicking his bed and disturbing the naked, sleeping woman under the covers, "I need you at your best for this battle." 

The woman sat up and stretched, "No time for a quick one?" 

"No," Heart said as he walked out of his quarters, "Ten minutes and I expect you on deck." 

He left before she could protest and anger him. Greta was a fantastic warrior and a skilled lover, but she had a rebellious streak that often rubbed Heart the wrong way. 

Back up top, the activity of the crew had increased. The black sails that the Bleeding Heart were known for were unfurled, but hung limp in the windless air. A giant red heart with blood dripping from it down the fabric in long streaks blazed menacingly across the largest sail. Anyone within sight of the Bleeding Heart would be able to identify it by that visage. 

"Sir, the witches' ship has been spotted off port," Anthony, the ship's navigator announced as he jogged up to Heart. Anthony was a thin man in his early twenties and dressed like a royal sailor rather than a pirate with neatly pressed clothes and carefully groomed blond shoulder length hair that was tied back with a neat, red ribbon. 

"As soon as the wind is blowing, head straight for it," Heart ordered and Anthony went off toward the aft where the wheel of the ship was located. 

Heart followed close behind to where Devin and Marcus, the ship's mage, were standing around the raised glass cabinet that held the wind gem. Marcus was by far the oldest crewmember on The Bleeding Heart but ranked among the most useful. 

"What's the hold up, gentlemen?" Heart asked as he approached the gem's housing. 

"No problem, Sir," Devin announced, "It just took a few moments for Marcus to figure out how the charm you gave me worked." 

"You're losing your touch, mage," Heart goaded. 

"Its simplicity threw me off," Marcus said, "I anticipated a more elegant solution than this." 

Heart laughed, "It was a whore's charm, mage. And it will have to do for now. How long?" 

"Now," Marcus said, and closed the glass door on the softly glowing blue gem that rested on top of a silver pedestal within the case, "Shall we be off?" 

Heart nodded and Marcus muttered a quick spell that activated the gem. Immediately the sails of the ship snapped full as a strong gust of wind appeared out of nowhere. 

"Steer us true, Anthony!" Heart called out as he climbed the steps to the wheel, "Today we claim the ultimate prize!" 

Anthony turned the wheel hard to the left and the ship tilted as the stern lined up with a tiny speck in the distance that marked its destination. The sky was a deep blue and the sun now fully up as the Bleeding Heart raced forward, aided by the magical wind that shifted direction with the ship. 

Adrenaline pumped through Heart's veins as he surveyed his crew shift from preparing for sail to preparing for battle. Many of them would probably die that day, but the prize would be worth it. Unlimited power -- that was what was at stake that day. 

"How long, Anthony?" Heart asked his navigator, who was concentrating on chasing the dot in the distance. 

After a few seconds of calculation, Anthony responded, "One hour until we can see her sails, another forty five minutes until we're within firing distance." 

Heart nodded, and faced the stern. He watched as the ship grew larger by increments. In just under two hours his years-long search would finally come to a close. The witch would be his and all the power that came with her. He just hoped that he would survive the experience. 

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Lana saw the Bleeding Heart's black sails and felt her heart plummet. The mad pirate, Seth Heart had finally caught up with the ship that she had been fleeing on and there was no guaranteeing her safety anymore. The full moon that would replenish the witches' powers was still a day away and she and the crew of the ship were all exhausted from powering the harrowing escape across the East Ocean. 

Lana was used to running, had been doing it since before she could remember, but this particular pursuer had been the most tenacious of them all. Heart had a reputation that preceded him and made Lana wish she could run all the faster. For if he caught up with her...

"Lana!" a strong voice called from the aft of the ship. The captain of the Charon was a kind, but disciplined witch that had taken her job of protecting Lana very seriously. 

Lana walked down the deck of the small ship toward the aft where Captain Stella had called for her. She was standing near the wheel, staring into the distance where the Bleeding Heart was racing toward them with unnatural speed. 

Stella was a beautiful witch, with long blond hair that reached all the way down to her lower back. It was braided with charms and trinkets in places that provided her power and protection. She wore a short, black skirt that was slit up the side for easy movement, showing off her long, shapely legs, and a loose white shirt cut off at the sleeves. A white bandana wrapped around her head kept her long hair out of her eyes in the thick of battle. 

"Captain Heart wishes to challenge us for you," Stella spoke to Lana as the younger witch approached, "But I do not intend on giving you up easily." 

"I thank you for that, Captain," Lana said softly. With her light white robes and straight, black hair, Lana stuck a much different impression than the Charon's captain. But of the two witches, Lana harbored the most power, which was what marked her as Heart's, and many others', target. Cursed by the gods themselves at birth, Lana possessed the ability to cast the darkest magics, but not the will to do so. Awakening that power would mean the end of her humanity and the possible deaths of more innocents than she wished to consider. 

"If they take you, Lana...," Stella said gravely, choosing not to finish her dark thought. 

"I have every faith in you and your crew," Lana said, "The mad pirate will not win this day." 

"I hope for yours and everyone's sake that you are correct," Stella said and then shouted out over the bustling deck, "Prepare for battle!" 

The Charon was crewed by an all-female coven of witches that usually specialized in trade of magic objects. Lana was famous amongst witches and when the Charon had heard of Lana's flight from Captain Heart across the island country of Aquel in the far east, Stella had secured her safe passage off the island into the East Ocean. There they had intended to easily outrun the Bleeding Heart through use of the coven's combined powers. But the pirate had possessed magic of his own and had been able to track their course through the ocean, slowly catching up as the weeks dragged on, draining the witches' power in the chase. 

"You are the most precious cargo I have ever transported," Stella told Lana as the witches readied themselves for battle with the Bleeding Heart's infamous warrior crew, "I am honored you entrusted me with the task of protecting you. I hope I do not fail this day." 

"It is I who owe you a debt of gratitude," Lana said with a shallow bow, "If you had not taken me out of Aquel, Heart would have gotten his prize long before now." 

"Then let us both agree that whatever happens today, we have done what we could to prevent it." 

"Agreed," Lana nodded, and watched with the captain as the giant black pirate ship with the dreadful red heart painted across its sails began to change direction, turning on its side in order to fire on the Charon. 

"Witches!" Stella cried out as the cannon doors of The Bleeding Heart opened, revealing a threatening row of lethal weapons, "Set that ship ablaze and brace for impact!" 

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"I want teams ready with sand and water," Captain Seth Heart told Devin, "Witches have a proclivity for fire." 

Devin nodded and ran off to find non-essential crewmembers to act as fire control. 

Anthony had brought the Bleeding Heart around to its side in order to fire upon the witches' much-smaller ship, the Charon. Theirs had no sails or weapons, and was designed to transport small but precious quantities of cargo quickly across the ocean. It was ill suited for ship-to-ship battle, and Heart was confident that after a few volleys of silver, magic-resistant cannonballs the Charon would be crippled beyond repair, leaving it a useless scrap of wood floating in the ocean. Even so, the witches were not defenseless, and Heart could hear the sharp orders of the Charon's captain as she readied her own crew for a strong counteroffensive. 

"Fire crews ready, Captain," Devin reported. 

"Go below and coordinate the cannon fire," Heart told his first officer, "I want that ship reduced to driftwood." 

"Sir!" 

Devin hurried off and Heart walked to the port side of the aft to survey his target. At the Charon's wheel stood two women apart from the crew on the small main deck. One of these women stood tall and stately, with long blond hair and the dress of a fighter while the other, shorter woman appeared to cower next to her in the robes of a novice witch. The Charon's captain and her treasure -- Heart made a note of where to go once he was aboard the Charon. 

"Fire!" someone shouted from the Bleeding Heart's deck and the captain turned his gaze skyward to see three orange flaming orbs arching toward his ship's sails. 

"Marcus," Heart called out calmly, "Do not let those hit the sails." 

The old mage nodded and lifted his arms, muttering a spell that caused the fireballs to suddenly plummet toward the fire-resistant deck rather than the flammable sails. As soon as they hit, fire crews swarmed over the burning spots of the deck, throwing sand and cold seawater to keep the flames from spreading. 

Turning his attention back to the Charon, Heart smiled as a thunderous boom echoed from underneath his feet, causing the deck to vibrate violently. A volley of cannons sailed through the air between the two ships, slamming into the side of the Charon where huge chunks of wood splintered off the ship and fell into the ocean. 

Screams of witches rose from the Charon's deck and more than a handful plummeted into the icy East Ocean as entire sections of the ship's side fell away, leaving them with no support. 

Heart watched as the younger witch at the wheel of the Charon lost her balance and fell to the deck. The captain remained upright and was shouting another list of orders as another volley of cannon fire slammed into the Charon's wounded hull. 

More fire flew through the air, and Heart frowned as he watched it turn from a bright orange to a dull blue mid-arc. He recognized they were made of magical "witches' fire" which would be more troublesome to deal with than the previous attack, but Marcus was able to direct their trajectory down to the deck where the fire crews would be able to handle them. 

"Furl the sails!" Heart called out to his crew. He had intended to keep them open for a quick escape if one had been needed, but the risk of defeat was diminishing with each volley of cannon fire while that of damaging the sails beyond repair increased as more magic was hurled their way. "Bring us closer to their ship," Heart told Anthony, "I wish to board and end this." 

Anthony nodded to Marcus, who activated the wind gem that would bring them the few hundred feet they needed to cross in order to be within boarding distance of the Charon. Captain Heart walked down the stairs of the aft to the deck, where fire crews were still battling the magical blue flame that was threatening to spread across the deck. He spotted Greta along the edge of the ship with a number of other crewmembers that were all shouting insults and threats at the witches' as they neared the Charon 

"Prepare to board," Heart announced to the warriors. They all cheered, hurrying to get the long boards that they would use to bridge the gap between the two ships once they were close enough. 

The Bleeding Heart tilted as Anthony deftly angled it to come along the side of the Charon just as the witches unleashed hell in desperation. Huge forks of purple lightning crackled in the sky above Captain Heart's ship before slamming into its deck, leaving huge smoldering holes in the wood, throwing crew members who were standing too close to the points of impact and instantly vaporizing others. Another round of cannon fire erupted from the Bleeding Heart in response, and Heart smirked at the irreparable wreckage that was now the Charon's hull. 

"Lay the planks and board the Charon!" Heart cried out, drawing his iron sword and rallying his semi-dazed crew, "Kill all but the captain and her pet!" 

The Bleeding Heart's crew drew their own swords of various styles and let out a collective battle cry as they placed the long wooden boards and began to dash across the treacherous bridges with skilled footing. The witches on board the Charon let out there own yell and began hurling quick spells at Heart's crew. Many of those in the front of the charge were hit and their stunned, limp bodies joined the floating chunks of Charon below. 

But there was an endless stream of pirates running across the planks and soon their numbers overwhelmed the witches, who fell easily to the iron and silver swords of Heart's crew that cut threw the Charon's like butter. 

Wasting little time, Seth Heart crossed the gap between his ship and the Charon, dodging flying spells and slashing at brave, but foolish witches who tried to engage in hand to hand combat. His goal was the aft of the ship, where he was sure the good captain of the Charon would still be, protecting her treasure until the bitter end, unable to go below deck where they would be ripped apart by cannon fire. 

"Who do I have the honor of defeating on this beautiful day?" Heart cried out as he approached the wheel of the Charon, leaving the one-sided battle on her deck behind. He had been right in assuming that the captain had stayed her ground. The object of this battle cowered behind her, shivering with fear. 

"My name is Stella," the tall blond said, "Captain of the Charon and leader of its coven." 

"You'll be leader of nothing at this rate," Heart chuckled, the dying shrieks of witches nearly drowning out his voice, "Hand over Lana and I will leave you to what's left your ship, alive. Resist and I will have no choice but to take you as retribution." 

"If you wish to have Lana, you will have to kill me for her," Stella said, shifting her stance to a fighting position. The witch carried no weapon, as iron and silver were poison to her, but Heart was wary of magic. The charms woven into the captain's hair were undoubtedly part of her protection and his own was limited. 

Heart took a step forward, throwing up a weak shield with help from one of his own charms. It would not be enough to protect against any substantial spell, but enough for any quick, dirty tricks that Stella may have up her sleeves. He glanced back at his ship and was glad to see that Marcus was making his way to the planks now that they were safely free of witches' wayward spells. Heart would need the mage to secure Lana, but he had to deal with Stella first. 

"Do you fear my power, pirate?" Stella mocked. Heart knew that the captain would make a decent prize, and smiled inwardly at his own plans for the defiant witch now that she had defied him. 

"I fear nothing, witch," Heart laughed, "I am the mad pirate of the East Ocean and most reviled monster in the world -- why would a tasty wench like you frighten me?" 




Bleeding Heart Ch. 01



"Then make your move, 'mad pirate'." 

Heart saw the subtle manipulation of the captain's right hand fingers and knew that his time to act was shorter than he anticipated. There were two ways to cast a spell -- by word or by gesture. The latter was harder to accomplish, but could be done without alerting others to your intentions. 

With surprising agility for one built like Heart, the pirate sprung toward Stella. Instinctively she sent out a weak bolt of energy that Heart's shield was able to deflect easily. He bowled into the witch, interrupting her silent spell and knocking her onto her back. Sitting on Stella's chest, Heart pinned her arms to the deck with his knees and reached into his coat, pulling out a thin silver chain. 

Physically stronger than the struggling woman, Heart was able to easily wrap the chain around Stella's thin neck and secure it. She let out a howl of rage and pain as the chain did its work in blocking Stella from accessing her magic. Heart got off the Charon's captain and stood just as Marcus and Devin came rushing up behind him. 

"Are you ok, Sir?" Devin asked while Marcus bent to inspect Stella, who had stopped yelling and now lay limp with shameful defeat. 

"I'm fine," Heart nodded and pointed at Stella, "Take her to my quarters. Strip her and remove any charms you find on her person. Leave the chain in place of course." 

"Yes, Sir," Devin nodded and hauled the witch to her feet. He dragged her across the deck of her ship past the bodies of her fallen coven toward the Bleeding Heart. 

Lana was cowering in the corner of the raised aft staring at Captain Heart with wide blue eyes. 

"Remove your robes and stand in front of me," Heart ordered the girl. 

Lana made no move to obey so Heart walked up to her and pulled her to her feet. Gripping her robes at her shoulders, the pirate tore the fabric with one strong pull and the cloth slithered down her body to pool at her feet. The witch stood naked before Heart and Marcus, too shocked to make any move to cover her shame. Her body was petite and beautiful, with firm breasts and pale skin and Heart felt lust ignite immediately at the sight. 

His eyes roamed over her body as he walked around her in a slow circle and he smiled as she flushed a deep red over her face and chest. 

"Stand with your feet spread," Heart said roughly and was pleased when Lana did as she was told with minimal hesitation, fear overriding her defiance. Bending in front of the witch, Heart continued his inspection, smiling when he found what he was looking for on the inside of her thigh, just inches from her untouched slit. "Here is her mark," Heart said to Marcus, laying a finger on the small black star between her legs. Lana jerked at his touch so close to her center, but did not move. "Nullify it and bring her to my quarters when it is finished." 

"Nullify?" Lana said softly, confused. 

"See you later, pet," Heart sneered and walked down to the deck of the Charon where his crew was waiting. "Victory is ours! Torch the witches' ship and enjoy the rest of the day however you wish. Mourn the dead if you must, but remember that they fell for the greater glory of the Bleeding Heart and her crew." 

With a cheer from the men, Captain Seth Heart stepped off the Charon and back to his own ship. He had acquired unexpected new treasure that day and it was time to play with his reward. 

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"Strip, witch," the huge first officer ordered Stella seconds after he roughly shoved her into the large room that she assumed was Captain Heart's quarters. 

"I will not," Stella said defiantly, wishing that she had her magic to vaporize the brute. 

The first officer growled and pulled out a large knife from his belt, "Do not make me force you. That would only be pleasurable for one of us. Now strip." 

Stella looked at the iron knife and calculated her options. She could continue to defy the first officer and risk being seriously injured by his weapon, but gain a slim opportunity to take it from him in the process. Or she could strip naked and remain whole and alive to fight another day with only her ego injured. 

"Fine," Stella sighed, and began to undo the buttons of her blouse, "But do not think I will not fight if you try to lay your hands on me." 

"Just strip," the first officer grunted, crossing his giant arms across his massive chest. 

Stella undid the last button and pulled her sleeveless blouse off her shoulders, baring herself to the waist. She had large, firm breasts and a slim, athletic figure with a number of small charms tattooed into her tan skin. 

"Skirt," the officer said, his eyes roaming appreciably over her body, making Stella uncomfortable. 

With slightly trembling fingers, Stella undid the tie that kept her split skirt attached to her hips. The fabric fell away, revealing the rest of her body and leaving her standing in nothing but her knee-high black boots. Between Stella's mile long legs was a completely shaved sex that the first officer eyed with unmasked hunger. 

"Remove your boots and all your jewelry," the officer commanded, "And do not touch the chain around your neck. Captain Heart will be here soon." 

"Great," Stella groaned and began to do as she was told. With so much exposed flesh, getting into a fight with the armed pirate would most likely be a death sentence. She would just have to go along with this humiliation until opportunity presented itself and she could take action. 

"You have a delicious body, witch," the officer said in a deep, almost sexy voice, "The Captain will have fun playing with it." 

Stella swallowed and removed the bandana and rest of the charms from her hair. It fell around her face and shoulders in thick waves. She wished that she could access the charms' power as she took them off, but the chain around her neck prevented her even that small ability. It made her feel even more helpless than standing in the mad pirate's bedchambers naked with his first officer leering over her body. 

The sound of boots suddenly echoed outside the door and the first officer sprang to attention as Captain Seth Heart himself strolled into the room. 

"My, my, my," Heart sneered as soon as he closed the door, "Look at this beautiful thing, Devin. I bet you could barely keep your hands off." 

"Saving her for you, Sir," the officer, Devin, replied in reverent tones. 

Stella stood stock still as Heart inspected her naked body. She had not had time to remove her boots before the captain arrived and so she stood almost as tall as him, able to meet his gaze with her own. 

"Do you recall when I offered to let you go free if you had surrendered Lana?" Heart asked Stella. 

"I, unlike some people, have honor," Stella responded, "I swore to protect her to the death." 

"I've never believed in honor," Heart said, standing in front of Stella with his arms crossed across his chest, "It has never gotten me anything. And it has gotten you here." 

Stella watched as Heart turned from her and strolled across the room. As he walked he removed his red coat and threw it on the bed, following it with his shirt so that he was bared to the waist. His body was strong and sculpted from hard labor, his chest and stomach covered with a light smattering of course hair. Stella had to admit he was an attractive man, and unwanted warmth gathered in her belly as Heart sat down on a large, armless wood chair and patted his thigh. 

"Come have a seat, Captain Stella," he said, "You look tired." 

Devin met Stella's eyes and flashed his knife, daring her to disobey the captain's orders. With a sigh, she crossed the room, her boots clicking hollowly on the wooden floor, and came to stand before Heart. Turning around, she lowered her bare bottom to rest lightly on his thighs, her legs held shut in front of her. 

Hooking his boots around Stella's ankles, Heart spread his legs, forcing Stella to do the same. A large arm wrapped around her stomach and pulled her body back so that she was leaning against the hard wall of Captain Heart's chest, her head resting on his shoulder. 

As the arm around Stella's body angled upward toward her breasts, Heart's other hand skimmed along the folds of her sex, startling her and making her gasp. His body felt warm and strong against hers and the busy fingers at her breast and sex were eliciting reactions from Stella's body that her mind did not condone. 

"She has such a pretty cunt, doesn't she, Devin?" Heart growled close to Stella's ear, and a shiver to raced through her body. 

"Beautiful," Devin agreed, and Stella could see the evidence of his arousal tenting the front of his pants. Did they intend to share her? And why did the prospect send a jolt of heat straight to her sex? 

Heart continued to rub his fingers along her rapidly moistening slit, spreading her juices around as he played with her lips and clit. Stella bit the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning as Heart pinched and toyed with her nipple. She could feel the hard length of Heart's cock through his breeches pressed up hard against her ass and she resisted the urge to rub along it. Stella blushed crimson with humiliation at her reaction but was finding it increasingly difficult to deny that it felt good. 

"That's right, witch," Heart whispered against Stella's neck, "Get nice and wet for me. I'm going to teach you how to be the perfect slave." 

"No," Stella moaned, but it turned into an involuntary cry of pleasure as Heart licked the length of her neck while simultaneously pinching her nipple between two fingers and dipping the tip of his index finger into her cunt, pressing through the tight walls, aided by the copious lubrication she had provided him. 

"Oh yes," Heart growled, and began to pump his finger in and out of her snatch. The tight suction made a sucking sound that turned Stella on further, and she allowed her eyes to drift downward to watch Heart's assault on her most private place. He added another finger and Stella bit her lip at the erotic display as her cunt began to leak out over his hand, staining his breaches. She could the heat of Heart's chest and his cock jerk beneath her and was on the verge of asking for the unthinkable when the door to the bedchamber opened and Lana was shoved inside, followed closely by an old man in heavy black robes. 

Heart stilled, two fingers still buried deep inside Stella while the witch came to her senses and tried to remove herself from the pirate's lap. He held her tightly with strong arms, and Devin growled deeply, flashing his knife again. But Stella did not care, what they had done to her and Lana had gone on long enough. 

The younger witch was stark naked and trembling before the gaze of the three men, too scared to try and cover herself. And here Stella was, writhing against of her would be rapist on the verge of asking him to...no, she had sworn to protect Lana and to do so she needed a clearer head. 

"Let her go!" Stella demanded, struggling against the strong grip of Captain Heart. Her movements caused the fingers still lodged inside her pussy to thrust shallowly in and out, bringing her a surge of pleasure she did not want. 

"Stop struggling or I will do to her what I have done for you," Heart growled, "Only she will not find the experience so enjoyable. Marcus," he addressed the old man, "Go find our guest some clothes. Miss Lana, please have a seat on the bed while your previous captain and I continue enjoying ourselves." 

The old man nodded and slipped out of the room while Lana did as she was told, perching at the edge of the bed facing Stella and Heart. 

"You will not...?" Stella asked, jerking her head toward Lana. 

"Not yet at least," Heart said, returning to thrusting his fingers into Stella and reigniting her arousal, "For now she can watch." Heart pulled his fingers out and held them up. To Stella's embarrassment, they were dripping with her thick cream. "Looks delicious, doesn't it Devin?" Heart asked his officer and then held the glistening digits out in front of Stella's mouth, "Why don't you have a taste, witch?" 

"No!" Stella gasped, mortified, but immediately regretted the outburst when Heart took the opportunity to shove his fingers deep into her mouth. She moaned around him, tasting her own arousal and swallowing it down as Heart rubbed his fingers across her tongue. With a pop he removed the invaders and hooked his arm under her armpit, pulling her body back hard against his and leaving her immobile and spread open. 

"Devin?" Heart said, and the officer smiled a little before approaching Stella in a few large strides. Lana continued to watch the show before her, never making a sound or a move. Devin put his knife in his belt and knelt down the on the floor in front of Stella. 

"Don't," Stella begged halfheartedly, realizing his intention, but squealed when the huge man leant in and licked her weeping slit from base to clit, sucking in the hard nub when he reached it and biting down roughly. The pleasure the pain brought was too much to contain and Stella let out a long, pent up moan, releasing a wave of fresh juices as the officer began to lick and suck at her cunt, lapping up the cream that Stella provided him and bringing her closer and closer to release. 

Heart had taken to pinching her nipples with both hands and rolling them between his fingers, which along with Devin's efforts were ensuring a quick and powerful orgasm. 

She came with a cry of pain, pleasure, and humiliation, her walls spasmed around Devin's invading tongue, spilling a wave of cream into his mouth which he swallowed eagerly as it came. Heart had latched onto her nipples and was squeezing them roughly, prolonging the already intense orgasm. 

"Do you want me to fuck you, witch?" Heart growled into her ear, and Stella nodded weakly, dazed with pleasure and completely forgetting her situation for a moment. "Hold her up, Devin," Heart said, and Devin stood to grip Stella's arms and hold her above Heart's lap as the captain worked on freeing his cock. 

"Pay attention, Lana," Heart said as his impressively long and thick shaft popped free of his breeches at least, "This is the cock that will be taking your virginity later tonight. I hope you like what you see. Let's find out if Stella enjoys it as much as I think she will." 

"Wait!" Stella cried, coming back to her senses and understanding the implication of Heart's words, "Don't!" 

"Too late, witch," Heart growled, gripping his cock and positioning its thick head at the leaking entrance of her cunt. 

Devin lowered the witch's body slowly, and Stella moaned as she was completely filled by the pirate's member. It had been a very long time since she had taken a man inside her and she was stretched to an almost painful degree. When she was fully seated on Heart's cock, Stella squirmed on his lap, trying to get used to the size.

"Please," Stella cried, "It's too big." 

Heart chuckled and flexed his cock inside of her, stretching her even further. Stella cried out in surprise. "Get used to it witch," Heart said, grabbing her hips and lifting her upward so that most of his cock slid out of her, leaving her achingly empty, before slamming her back down onto himself. 

Heart continued to fuck himself with Stella's lithe body, sliding her along the sweaty, hard plane of his chest and stomach while his cock stretched her to the limit with each stroke. She came again quickly, spilling her cream down his shaft and coating his balls and breeches with it. It was shameful, but the brutal pirate was bringing her pleasure like she had never felt. Stella could not tell if it was the brutal way he used her body, being watched by Lana and Devin, or the feeling of his body against hers, but there was no denying that no matter how wrong the situation was, it was not altogether unpleasant. 

The pace of Heart's thrusting increased, and Stella swirled her hips against him, trying to draw more pleasure out of his actions. He groaned and fucked her harder still, toying with her breasts while Stella clawed at the hard forearms that held her upright. 

"Fuck," Heart groaned eventually, and held Stella to his hips while he shot white hot cum into her channel, filling her completely so that it slid out around their juncture. 

Unbidden, Devin held out his hand and helped Stella off Heart's lap and onto her feet. She felt their combined pleasure seeping out of her used, red cunt and down her thighs. Looking around she blushed to find that Lana was staring with wide, shocked eyes from her spot on the bed. Devin's pants were loosened, and Stella suspected that he had been stroking himself during the show. The old man had also returned, and was leaning casually against the door to the bedchamber with a plain cotton dress clutched in his arms. 

Heart stood up and tucked his softening member back into his breeches. "Welcome to your new life, Captain Stella," he sneered and then glanced at Lana, "I'm sure both of you will enjoy your stays here. Devin, please escort Stella to one of the empty officer's quarters. You may do with her what you wish. Marcus, the other witch will need that dress and Miss Lana, you will remain here while I prepare for the ritual." 

Marcus held out the dress and Heart took it, but Stella did not see what happened next or what he said that made Lana whimper for Devin was already roughly dragging her out of the captain's room and down a short hallway. 

"Please," Stella moaned, "Let me go." With the pleasure Heart had brought her fading to a memory, the humiliation of what had just occurred was weighing heavily on Stella's shoulders. And it was not over yet. Hadn't Heart told Devin that he could 'do with her what he wished'? Was this to be her new life? A fuck toy for pirates until they lost interest in her and threw her overboard? And what of Lana? What ritual did Seth Heart have in store for the poor young witch? 

Devin opened a door and practically threw Stella inside, closing the door and locking it behind her with a devilish grin. "Round two," he grunted and Stella had no time to react before the hulk of a man was upon her.....

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Bleeding Heart Ch. 02



Jeremy wrapped the gun in paper towels and put it in one of the front pockets of his jeans, he then led Anna by the hand down the hall and out to his old 1977 Dodge Power Wagon. He unlocked the car, opened the passenger door, helped her in, and then got in himself. He shuffled around behind his seat for a moment, then pulled out a jacket and handed it to her, she gratefully accepted it, relieved to have something more covering her than her shirt which was torn down the front and not doing her much good anymore as far as covering anything up. Then Jeremy just sat for a moment, thinking. Finally he turned to Anna and said "Anna," she looked dully at him, still in shock over what had happened to her, "we need to talk about something." Seeing the look of fear that crossed her face he quickly said, "No, we don't have to talk about that, I mean we can if you want to, but we don't have to, I know that maybe, I mean..." Jeremy stopped and looked at her a bit sheepishly, then took a deep breath. "Anna, what I'm trying to say is that we need to talk about what you want to do about this and about what you want me to do about this. I'm no huge fan of the police, but I think that we should probably take this to them. I can't really think of any other way."

He sat and looked at her, waiting, watching her for some kind of reaction. She sat unmoving, as Jeremy studied her he saw no sign of the hard ice queen that he was used to, instead there was a timid girl and she seemed... broken.

Anna could feel him looking at her, waiting for a response but she didn't know what to do. She desperately did not want to bring this to the police, they would ask her about it and ask her to explain every horrible detail over and over. She would probably have to go to court and sit up in front of a roomful of people and explain that she had been raped, beaten, and degraded, all for a fucking bastard's pleasure. As she thought of how her friends and family would react she cringed, she did not want them to know. Some of them would want her to talk to them about it, others would probably feel awkward around her and treat her differently, some might even stop talking to her. She hated to think about what her parents would say. At the same time though, what if she didn't report it and he did the same thing to some other girl, ruined some other girl's life. She couldn't let that happen, while she would rather just go home, curl up in a ball under her blankets, and not have anything more to do with him or what had happened to her ever again, Anna knew that if something happened to someone else because she hadn't reported him that she would never be able to forgive herself. 

Just when Jeremy was beginning to think that Anna was not going to say anything she spoke. She spoke quickly, all in one breath, as if if she did not say it now, she would not be able to muster the nerve to say it later. "Okay, but please, would you stay with me while the police are talking to me and until I get home?" She looked up at him beseechingly and Jeremy's breath caught in his throat, even with tear stains and mascara running down her face and bruising beginning to show on her cheeks, she was beautiful. Jeremy's heart felt like it was racing and for a moment he could not say anything. Anna mistook his silence for reluctance. She looked down at her lap, "I know that it's asking a lot from you when you and your friend have already done so much for me, but please I don't think that I can do it alone. Also, I... well, I'm still kind of scared that he's going to come back for me." 

Jeremy wanted to pull her to him and hold her but he wasn't sure if this was the right time. And fuck he was beginning to get a hard on. 'Perfect timing Jeremy the girl has just been attacked and now you're getting a hard on as she sits crying in your car, what the fuck is wrong with you?' he thought angrily to himself.

"Of course I'll stay with you, I'll stay as long as you want." Jeremy finally managed to choke out.

"Thank you," she said, sighing and looking up at him, "I can't tell you how much better that makes me feel." 

Jeremy turned when he saw Mike running across the parking lot towards the car with Anna's purse in his hand. He motioned for Jeremy to roll down his window and came to a stop outside of the car. He looked over at Anna nervously, he didn't want to alarm her but he had to tell them. "Drace," Mike said, using Jeremy's last name, "whatever we're going to do about Principal Ashworth we better do it quickly, I went up there to make sure that he hadn't woken up yet and he was starting to move a little. I think that we've probably still got a couple of minutes but that's not very long. As soon as he's fully conscious he's probably going to either split and run off somewhere or come looking for us." 

Jeremy nodded, "We better call the police right now then." He looked at Anna, "Do you want me to call or do you want to do it?"

"I'd really rather not if that's okay."

"That's fine." 

Jeremy took his phone from his pocket, flipped it open, and dialed 911. He waited until someone picked up on the other end, briefly explained what had happened, and told the police where they were. The lady on the other end told him that they were sending people over right away and that they should be there shortly. Jeremy thanked her and hung up the phone. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes and breathed out deeply and slowly. Then he opened his eyes and looked at both of his companions as he said, "Well, good news is that they are sending people over right now. Bad news is that I have a strong feeling that our long night is about to get a lot longer." 

"Tell me about it. I hope that he's still here when they get here." Mike went around to the other side of the car, opened the door and handed Anna her purse. She took it gratefully, thankful to have something of her own, something familiar, to hold onto. She scooted over into the middle seat so that Mike could climb into the car and take the seat next to her.

They waited in silence for a few moments, each of them thinking their own thoughts before Mike broke the silence. "Hey Anna you look familiar, where would I have met you?" 

Anna opened her mouth to speak but before she could even say anything Jeremy said, "She's the new office secretary, that's why her purse was up there."

"Oh that explains it, I uh, well I occasionally stop by the office for a friendly chat."

"He means that he gets in trouble and gets called up there."

"Yeah, most of the time it's because of something that YOU talked me into doing in the first place." 

Anna patted Mike's shoulder and smiled for the first time that night, "It's okay, Jeremy is in the office practically every day. So at least you can say that you aren't as bad as he is."

Mike laughed, "Thank god for that, if I was up there as often as he is then I think that my parents probably would have kicked me out of the house by now. Not that Jeremy has to worry about getting kicked out."

"You guys do realize that I'm still here right?" 

"Did you hear something Anna?" Mike asked mischievously. She smiled and then said "Nope." 

Jeremy growled something and turned away from them, pretending to be angry, but how the hell could he be angry at something that was making her smile, he couldn't. He was surprised to find that he was a little bit jealous that it was not him that was making her smile, but after going through what she had gone through that night, he thought that a smile at anything was an amazing thing. 

Sirens blared in the distance. "About time." Jeremy and Mike said together. The three of them got out of the car and waited for the police to come over to them. 

A tall officer with a gruff voice walked over to them. "Are ya'll the people that called in the report?" He asked them.

"I was the one who called officer." Jeremy volunteered. 

"And is this the young lady who was attacked?" 

Jeremy nodded, wanting to ask the officer if he saw any other battered young women around, but he restrained himself, no use in getting in anymore trouble. The police would undoubtedly ask what he and Mike were doing in the school after hours and there was really no answer that would not be breaking some law. 

The officer asked if they were all right, Jeremy and Mike replied that they were fine, just a couple or scratches and a bruise or two. Everyone looked at Anna who quickly said that she was fine also, that she just had a split lip and a few bruises. Jeremy frowned but didn't say anything. He gave the officer the gun that he had collected from the science room, the officer put it in an evidence bag and put it in his car.

"Okay well right now we are sending people in to search the building, where was the man the last time that you saw him?"

"In one of the science classrooms upstairs, the front left corner of the building." Mike piped up.

The officer radioed in that the perp. had last been seen upstairs in one of the classrooms in the front left corner of the building. "Okay, well, while they are searching the building I'm going to need to go ahead and get everyone's information."

The officer had just finished getting all of their information and their accounts of what had happened when his radio beeped, he answered it, listened attentively for a moment, and then put the radio back and turned to Jeremy, Anna, and Mike. "They said that it is all clear inside. No one is in there."

Jeremy cursed, Mike started running his fingers fretfully through his hair, and Anna paled and slid down the car. Mike took the officer off to the side slightly to talk with him further.

"Are you sure?" Mike asked the officer. 

"They are very thorough so yes, I can say fairly certainly that I am sure." The officer spoke up. "Boys, since I've got all of your information ya'll can head home for the night. When there are any substantial developments we will contact you and ya'll will probably need to come down to the station. Ms. Shields, if you don't mind I'd like to speak to you a little bit more, alone." 

Jeremy spoke up, "Thanks but I'm actually going to stay here and take Anna home after you're done." 

"I am too," as explanation Mike said "he's my ride." 

Jeremy knelt down next to Anna and put his hands on her shoulders. "Anna look at me." When she did he stared into her eyes trying to reassure her as much as possible. "Anna, the bastard probably split, he's probably getting as far away from here as he can right now. Anyways Mike and I are here for now, nothing is going to happen to you, after the officer is done talking with you I'll drop Mike off, then drive you home myself, I'll even check your house for you, just in case, that is if you would like me too. Don't worry about getting your car tonight, tomorrow I or one of your friends or family can drop you off here to pick it up. Okay?" 

Anna nodded her head but she was still shaking. Her mind was reeling. 'He's still out there. I don't know where he is. No one knows where he is. He could come for me. What if he's waiting for me somewhere? What if he comes when no one is around? What if he hurts someone else? What if he hurts me again?' Anna realized that Jeremy was still talking to her, trying to get her attention. 

Jeremy saw the look on Anna's face, as if her thoughts were going through her head at a million miles a minute and none of them good ones. "Anna, Anna, snap out of it, it's going to be okay." Jeremy could tell when she finally realized that he was talking to her again, he stood up and reached a hand down to her. "Here, I'll help you up, grab my hand." Anna took hold of Jeremy's hand, and let him help her up, just now realizing that he really was tall, well built, and overall a very good looking young man. She shook her head, those were not the type of things that she should be noticing about someone who was not even out of high school yet and could possibly be a minor. He didn't look like he was only 17 or 18 though, he looked a little older than that. 'Still,' she told herself, 'that's not the point, he's only in high school and you're 22 and should definitely not be noticing him in this way, especially after what happened tonight, what's wrong with you Anna?'

Jeremy held out his hand, "Give me your cell phone Anna, I'll put my number in it in case you want a ride tomorrow or anything else." 

Anna handed him it to him and watched as he went into her contacts and added his number before handing her cell phone back to her. "There, now you can contact me if you ever need anything. Why don't you go talk to the officer now, I'll be right here waiting when you're done." Anna nodded and walked off with the police officer, they walked far enough that they were out of hearing range, but Jeremy was relieved that they did not go far enough to be out of sight. Despite what he had told Anna he had his reservations about whether or not Ashworth had really high tailed it.

The officer seemed to talk to Anna for a long time, there seemed to be a lot more head shaking and nodding than actually talking on Anna's part. Finally, after giving her a look that he thought that there was more than she had told him but that he would let it be for now, the officer with Anna back over to the boys and said that they could go now as long as they remembered to be careful and keep an eye out for Ashworth. 

Mike stretched, "I, for one, would really like to get out of there and go home." Jeremy and Anna quickly agreed. Anna shivered as she turned and looked back at the school. Before it had just been a boring work place with an annoying boss that was constantly hitting on her, now the place invoked a feeling of terror within her. She didn't think that she wanted to tell anyone what else had happened to her before Jeremy and Mike had shown up, she didn't even tell the cop, she had just given him vague answers that she could tell had left him unsatisfied. She decided that it would probably be best if she let them think that what Jeremy had seen had been the worst of it. 

The three of them got into Jeremy's pick-up truck and left the school, Anna sitting in between Jeremy and Mike again. No one said anything else until they reached Mike's house and even then it was just the usual, see you later, bye, with the exception of some worried looks exchanged between the two young men. 

After they had dropped Mike off Jeremy turned the radio on to break the silence and hopefully help both he and his remaining passenger calm down. Anna directed him to her house which was a relatively small, but nice looking, one story house with flower beds on either side of the path that lead up to her front door. The house and the plants were well maintained and the house looked like it had been freshly painted.

Jeremy turned to Anna. "Would you still like me to come in with you and look around, just to be safe?" Anna nodded and they got out of the car and walked slowly to the front door. Anna handed him her keys and waited anxiously, half expecting someone to jump out at them when they opened the door. It took Jeremy a couple of tries to get the door open and when he did they both unconsciously held their breaths, waiting for something to happen. After a few seconds of waiting just to make sure that no one was going to jump out at them or anything they both let out the breaths that they had not realized they were holding in. 

"The light switch is on the left." Anna informed Jeremy.

Jeremy felt on the wall to his left until he found the light switch and flipped it on. It must have been her living room because there were a couple of comfortable looking couches and a TV that was set up in a corner of the room. Jeremy went through all of the rooms in the house, flipping on the light switches and checking each room for any nasty surprises that might be hiding in them as he went. The whole time that he was checking the rooms Anna hovered close behind him waiting anxiously for him to proclaim that there was no one hidden anywhere in her house. 

When Jeremy was finished checking all of the rooms he asked Anna if there was anything else that she wanted him to do before he left. She told him no, thanked him for checking her house, and started to turn away to show him to the front door, but it was too late. Jeremy had seen her chin start to tremble as she tried unsuccessfully to hold back tears. He pulled her to him and rubbed her back while she cried. 

"What's wrong Anna? I checked your house, no one is here, just make sure that your doors are locked and keep a phone close by and you'll be fine."

"I know, but I can't seem to help it, I'm scared, I don't know what I'm going to do after you leave. I'll be here all by myself and..." Jeremy couldn't understand the rest of what she said because she was now sobbing into his shoulder. He continued to comfort her, rubbing her back and shoulders. Eventually she began to relax slightly against him and her sobbing turned into sniffles. 

Jeremy considered his options and there was only one that he liked but he wasn't sure that she would feel comfortable with it. Jeremy decided to ask anyways though.

"Would you like me to spend the night with you Anna?" 

She looked up at him and he, realizing how that had probably sounded, hurried to make it clear that he wasn't trying to get anything from her or hit on her or anything like that. 

"That didn't come out quite right, I only meant, umm... well, would you feel more comfortable if someone was here with you? It doesn't even have to be me, do you have a boyfriend or a friend that you would like to come over, I could stay here with you until they got here." Jeremy had no idea what it was about her that had him constantly stumbling all over himself, especially when she looked up at him with those crystal blue eyes of hers. He was never this awkward with any other girl, in fact he had a reputation for being very smooth. 

Anna actually felt herself smile a little bit as she watched him so obviously stumbling over his words. When he caught her looking at him, obviously finding his predicament entertaining, he blushed. Jeremy Drace was stumbling over himself and blushing because of her, even though she had only been working at the school for two weeks she had heard all about the infamous Jeremy Drace. She had heard about his quick tongue, about how much of a player he was, and about how nothing any teacher said ever fazed him, which annoyed the teachers to no end. The boy was practically the epitome of a smooth operator and he was blushing in front of her. Anna thought it was adorable and couldn't help herself, she hugged him.

"I don't have a boyfriend, none of my girlfriends live close by, and I knew how you meant it so don't worry. I think that it actually would make me feel a lot better if you did spend the night. I didn't want to ask because, well I hardly knew you at all before tonight, I still don't know that much about you, and I felt like I would have been committing some huge sin asking a boy that goes to the high school that I work at to spend the night with me.

Anna stepped back, thinking about something. "Won't your parents be worried if you don't come home tonight? They are probably wondering why you're not home right now."

Jeremy laughed, "I've lived on my own since I turned 18. So no, I won't have any worried parents if I don't come home tonight."

"18? How old are you Jeremy?"

"I'm 19, and I'm still a senior because, well, promise you won't tell anyone?"

"Okay?"

"I'm a grade behind because in tenth grade I got mono and missed so much school that they made me repeat the year." Jeremy admitted.

Anna frowned. "What's so bad about that?"

Jeremy gave her a sheepish look, "Well somehow the entire school thinks that I smoked it up on the football field or vandalized a teacher's car or something and got sent to a correctional school. I've never bothered to point out to anyone that if I had been at correctional school that I wouldn't have been held back a year."




Bleeding Heart Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Ritual

Captain Seth Heart looked up from the maps spread across Anthony's desk in the navigation room to see Marcus slip inside with a grace that belied his old age. His face was downcast, and Heart could tell that something was weighing on the mage's mind. 

"Out with it," the captain ordered, frowning himself, "You have permission to speak freely." He had dressed in his usual uniform after finishing with the Charon's former captain, and was busy enjoying some solitude before that evening's ritual. 

"Sir," Marcus began, slowly as he chose his words, "I think perhaps you are underestimating these prisoners. They are not simply playthings for you to use and discard, but powerful beings known for their tricks. I think it would be wiser for you to kill the captain now rather than continue to...use her...as you intend." 

"Hmmm," Heart nodded, giving none of his thoughts away, "And what of Lana? Should I discard her as well, after all these years searching?" 

Marcus shook his head, "Of course not, Sir. But I would recommend getting from her what you desire and then letting her join her captain at the bottom of the ocean." Although he looked the part of the kindly old man, Marcus hid a heart even blacker than the robes he wore. 

"Your concerns are well founded," Heart said, leaning against the map desk, "Witches are notoriously tricky, but I have fitted the captain with a collar that blocks all of her powers quite completely. Trust me -- if she had any access to magic, she would not have let things go as far as they did earlier. Consider it a test." 

"Even if you are not worried, I will continue to keep an eye on her," Marcus said, "As for Lana...how do you intend to unlock her powers and control them as your own? Of this you have been almost completely silent." 

Heart sighed, "And for good reason, it appears. If you had known my whole plan, I would not have heard the end of your protests. But seeing as how there is no turning back...," the captain reached into his coat pocket and pulled out two, identical black rings and held them up for Marcus to see, "These are the keys to my success." 

Marcus frowned, "How?"

"There is a ceremony performed by practitioners of magic that many liken to an unholy marriage," Heart explained, placing the rings back into his pocket, "For various reasons, a witch and mage my bond their powers, effectively doubling their strengths and becoming as of one. This, Marcus, is all I need to do in order to control Lana's powers...and her."

"Marry her!?" Marcus exclaimed, flabbergast, "But...it...," the mage struggled to find a logical hole in Heart's plan, but was unable to do so -- much to his utter amazement. 

"I know - it's so simple," Heart grinned, "I perform this ritual and her powers become mine. That mark between her thighs I had you nullify was her only protection against it. For the ritual to be successful, the witch must begin it a virgin in order to be deflowered at its climax, which is why so many do not even qualify for such a bonding. But that mark protected her from 'impurity' by effectively warding off any would-be...invasions." 

"A gift from her early holy protectors no doubt," Marcus scoffed, "But how did you know about it?"

"Serendipity mostly," Heart chuckled, "I met a man in a bar at port who claimed to have met the unholy white witch. Regretfully, he had tried to coerce her to bed, but found that when he tried to...well let's just say that was the last bedding he ever attempted. After a series of further questions, I determined that it had indeed been Lana who the man had met, and some research revealed a nasty little trick that Holy Sisters sometimes use to stay pure for their goddess. Before she was exiled from the Sisters, Lana must have received the mark." 

"Which I then neutralized, making this whole ritual of yours possible," Marcus mused. 

"Exactly," Heart nodded, "And with the full moon tonight, everything is ready." The captain stood straight and walked to the door of the room, patting Marcus on the shoulder as he passed, "If you'll excuse me, old friend, I need to prepare Lana. Start announcing to the crew that I want them on deck in two hours." 

Heart left the mage and walked down the hallway past the officers' rooms, where Stella's mewls of pleasure could be heard muffled through one of the doors, and back to his own quarters. 

The Bleeding Heart was a massive war ship that Heart had stolen when he was just a young man. It had three decks below the main deck -- the first housed the navigation room, officers' quarters, and an impressively sized kitchen. Below that were the general mess hall, an impressive row of cannons, and living quarters for the rest of his crew. The bottom deck was filled with supplies and treasure that the pirates had procured during their adventures. Heart kept his crew disciplined and in shape, and his ship was a shining example for all captains to envy. 

Bursting into his quarters, Heart smirked when Lana sprung from his bed with a soft gasp of surprise. She was dressed in a thin black dress that clung to her figure and came only to the middle of her thighs. Her black hair hung straight around her face, and she looked very much the part of the unholy princess. 

"Where is captain Stella?" Lana asked in a thin voice while she tried to pull the dress further down her thighs. Raised as a young girl by a prudish order of religious zealots, the witch appeared to retain many of her conservative predilections despite the darkness and depravity she had experienced during her years on the run. 

"Enjoying herself," Heart snickered, crossing the room to Lana and coming to stand inches in front of her, "Don't worry -- your turn will come soon enough." 

Lana's breath hitched in her throat, but she cleared it and asked, "What will you do to me?"

Heart smiled and brushed the side of Lana's cheek with the back of his fingers, "Nothing you won't be begging for." 

"You don't understand...," Lana began, but Heart interrupted her by dipping his head and capturing her lips in a hard kiss. 

She was too surprised at first to react, but turned away once she could think straight and Heart laughed against her neck. "I can't wait to see you squirm while I fuck the prudishness right out of you," he growled, "Until then..." 

With sudden roughness, Heart pushed Lana backward until she was pressed between the hard wooden wall of the ship and his body. Gripping her hands with his, Heart pulled Lana's arms up so that they were trapped above her head. One hand held her wrists together while the other worked at pulling Lana's dress up so that it bunched around her thighs. 

"Please don't," Lana begged. 

Ignoring her, Heart shoved his free hand between their bodies and began to rub his fingers over Lana's untouched sex, paying special attention to her hardening clit. 

"You saw how much your captain was enjoying this," Heart grinned, feeling Lana's sex begin to heat as he continued his assault, "Something tells me a sheltered witch like yourself will like it even more." 

"Noooo," Lana moaned, struggling against Heart's grip, but unable to do anything. 

Heart rocked his hips forward, jamming his erection into Lana's belly while he dipped the very tip of his index finger between her impossibly tight lips. She squealed and closed her eyes as he wiggled his way through her gathering wetness until he was stopped by a thin barrier. 

"So tight," Heart breathed, thrusting his fingertip into Lana shallowly while he rubbed his palm along her clit, "No one has ever been inside of you before. Do you know how I know this?" 

Lana shook her head. Her eyes were still shut tight, but a definite flush had risen in her cheeks. 

"Someone tried to fuck you a few months ago," Heart explained, thrusting his hips against her, "But you fried him good. That's how I knew about your little protection charm between your thighs." The pirate withdrew his index finger completely and then jammed it back in. Lana cried out in unwanted pleasure while a wave of fluid gushed from her slit. 

"Stop," she moaned, but Heart did not stop. He added another finger to his shallow thrusts. Lana began to move with him, rotating her hips so that her clit rubbed harder against his palm. Her breaths started coming in short pants and her struggles against his grip had ceased completely. 

"You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you," Heart groaned, but with tremendous effort he pulled his soaked fingers from Lana's cunt and stepped away from her, releasing her wrists and leaving her panting against the wall with her dress hiked up around her hips, her thighs slick with her own arousal. 

"Less than an hour now," Heart said, trying to control his own breathing, "Then you'll be mine." 

Humiliated and painfully aroused, Lana slumped to the floor of Heart's cabin and watched as the captain undressed and redressed into the clothes he was to wear for the ceremony trying to ignore the pressure between her thighs and her attraction to the pirate. He was strong and very well endowed, and had almost caused her to give herself up completely with only two of his fingers. 

But the price of her weakness would be too high if she gave into his mad scheme. She had to resist him, or people would die. 

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The blond witch trapped beneath Devin cried out as he ground his pelvis into hers. She raked sharp nails down his back, leaving red trails in their wake. Stella had already come twice since Devin was left alone with her, and all her previous inhibitions were gone as she urged the giant first officer on. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she cried out and came again, her honey spilling out from where Devin's impossibly thick cock was wedged tightly between her lips. 

Devin felt Stella's inner walls contract around his cock for the second time since he had buried himself inside of her. This time it sent him over the edge and he came with a grunt, filling her with his seed and collapsing on top of her. After a moment he rolled over onto his back, panting, his huge chest slick with sweat. 

"You have impressive stamina, witch," Devin said breathlessly, "Considering my captain got to try you first already." 

"Do not remind me," Stella groaned, sitting up on the bed and looking down at Devin, "Is this to be my life now? Passed between pirates until I cum myself dry?" 

"What an awful existence," Devin growled sarcastically, reaching out and pulling Stella closer to his body. 

She came willingly enough, but Devin could tell that the former captain was not at all pleased with her position on the Bleeding Heart. Nor did he expect her to be -- taken by force from her home to become little more than a pirate's wench. It must have felt like the worst punishment imaginable for someone who had once led a coven of fearless witches. 

"What do you know of Captain Heart?" Devin asked, staring up at the ceiling as the ship swayed beneath them. 

Stella paused for a moment before answering, "I know that he is cruel...," 

"...intense," Devin corrected. 

"Ruthless...," 

"...unyielding." 

"And very powerful," Stella finished. 

"That I cannot argue with," Devin said. 

"Can you also agree that he has no respect for human life?" Stella prodded, "And views slavery and death as personal hobbies?" 

"Hmmm," Devin mused, "Perhaps...but if I, or even you, had lived his life who's to say we would not have ended up the very same?" 

"And what is his life story?" Stella asked, "What could have been so terrible to have produced such a monstrous man?" 

Devin chuckled, "That is too long a tale to tell now, witch. But perhaps if you behave I will divulge it some day." 

Just then a sharp knock sounded at the door before it opened and Anthony came bustling in with a rumpled pile of clothing in his arms. 

"Whoa," the young navigator said, waving his hand in front of his face, "It stinks of sex in here. You both need a bath...here," he dumped the pile of clothes on the bed, "Captain says have her dress and get up to the deck immediately. The mysterious ritual is about to start." 

Devin got up with a groan and walked Anthony to the door, "What exactly is this ritual?" he asked in a soft voice. 

"I don't know," Anthony shrugged, "All I know is that you have fifteen minutes to get topside with the witch." 

"Fine," Devin said with a roll of his eyes and returned to stand over the bed while Anthony made his exit, "Get dressed," he instructed Stella, "I'll be next door doing the same. Don't try to escape..." 

Ten minutes later he returned in a clean officer's uniform to find Stella wearing the blouse and skirt she had on the Charon. She had run her fingers through her hair a few times to straighten it, and the discarded bandana on the corner of the bed suggested that she had attempted to clean herself up. 

"Ready?" Devin asked the witch, motioning toward the door. 

"No," Stella responded, but got up and walked out into the hallway and toward the stairs that led topside. 

Outside it was nearly dark. The sun was just disappearing in the west and a dimly lit full moon was hanging low in the sky, ready to take its place. The crewmembers of the Bleeding Heart were all gathered around the foremast and the crowd parted as Devin led Stella through to the scene at the center. 

"Lana...," Stella gasped when they came into view and Devin had to restrain her with a firm grip on her shoulder. 

Heart, who had swapped his usual red coat for a black one, and Lana, dressed in her short black dress, stood in front of the foremast with Marcus between them. The captain and Lana faced each other, and Lana's wrists were bound together in front of her. She looked shocked and afraid while Heart surveyed his crew with a face of pure satisfaction. 

Heart's eyes settled on Stella and he smiled, "Glad you could make it 'captain' Stella," he said, "Come closer. I want you to have a front row view of this. Devin, be sure to keep her secure." 

Devin nodded and pulled Stella closer to the Heart until they were only a few feet away. 

"Good," Heart said and then turned to Marcus, "Let's begin." 

The mage nodded and cleared his throat before announcing in a strong, clear voice, "As the full moon rises to give her gift of magic to the mortals of this planet, we give thanks and offer to her our eternal gratitude," the crew of the Bleeding Heart shifted and murmured among themselves at the strangely religious speech, but Marcus continued, "Also on this night, we join two children of the moon in unholy union so that they may serve her together as one." 

"No!" Stella gasped, and Devin was forced to pull her against him so that she would not rush up to the foremast, "You cannot do this!" 

"Quiet," Devin hissed, unsure of what was going on, "Or I will gag you." 

The crew was staring at Stella now as she continued to struggle and beg, "Please! You do not know what you will unleash, pirate. You must not!" 

Devin turned to a crewmember beside him and pulled his red bandana off his bald head. He then twisted it into a rope and tied it around Stella's head, forcing the middle into her mouth to gag her. 

"Thank you, Devin," Heart said with a smile and then turned to Marcus, "You may continue." 

Reaching into his robes, Marcus pulled out two black rings and held them up, "With these rings, blessed by lunar priestesses, I do bind Captain Seth Heart, the Mad Pirate, and Lana, the Unholy Princess," he muttered a few words which were followed by a flash of light from each ring, "We have her blessing," Marcus said solemnly and handed the rings to Heart. 

The captain took one and slipped it on his finger before taking Lana's bound hands and slipping its twin on hers. Stella redoubled her struggles as the rings glowed softly to indicate the success of the spell. Devin held her still, trying to understand what his captain was doing with this ritual. To him it looked like a simple marriage... 

"You may consummate the union," Marcus announced with a solemn look, and stepped away from the pair before disappearing into the crowd. 

Heart grinned wickedly and advanced on Lana, who backed up against the foremast, cowering. Gripping her wrists, Heart pulled them up above her head before securing them to a waiting hook. 

"Please," Lana begged before Heart gripped her dress and tore the thin material down her body, pulling it from her so that she was bound and exposed to the entire crew, who whooped and cheered at her nakedness. 

Next, Heart undressed himself, shedding his coat and shirt followed by his boots and pants. His cock, which stood long and thick in front of his body, gained a few congratulatory cheers from the crew as well. He gripped it and approached the helpless witch until he was close enough to rub his head along Lana's slit in an attempt to get her wet for him. 

This display along with Stella's body pressed against him was causing Devin to grow hard himself. Still gripping the former captain tightly, Devin allowed one hand to trail down her body and slip underneath her skirt where he began to rub against her clit. 

"Mmmm!" Stella protested through her gag, but Devin persisted as Heart pressed himself up against Lana and captured her mouth in a searing kiss much to the crew's delight. It wasn't the first of these displays that the captain had put on for his men. Heart liked an audience, and Devin often joined him in the activities. 

Lana struggled against Heart's advances at first, but began to moan softly as Heart played with her nipples and continued to press his erection against her lower belly. 

Stella began to grow warm and wet as Devin toyed with her sex, although she remained rigid against him while she watched her ward violated by the mad pirate a few feet away. 

Heart broke off his kiss with Lana and turned his head downward as he gripped the shaft of his cock and positioned it at her entrance. The witch whimpered in fear and pleasure as the captain thrust his hips slowly forward, piercing her lips with first the head of his member, and then an inch of the shaft. Devin dipped two fingers between Stella's lips as he watched his captain arched his hips, breaking through Lana's virginity to cheers from his crew. 

Stella moaned into her gag and Lana cried out. Devin continued to stroke the upper walls of Stella's cunt while Heart buried more of himself within Lana. Both witches writhed under their respective pirate's touch and began to loose their inhibitions totally. 

"Look how much she loves it!" Heart cried out to his crew as he began to thrust into the mewling Lana. His cock was shiny with her cream, and thick drops of it were falling between them onto the ship's deck. "And look," he continued, gesturing toward Devin and Stella while he continued to fuck Lana, "Her captain is helpless against my first officer! Give us a show, Devin." 

Devin growled and pulled his fingers out from Stella's cunt and pushed her forward so that she was bent double, her ass presented for him. Flipping up her skirt to bare her pussy, Devin pulled out his cock and thrust into the witch with one motion. She called out around her gag in protest, but he could feel her grind herself back into his pelvis as he gripped her hips and proceeded to pound into her. 

Captain and first officer continued to thrust in unison, bringing the witches to the peaks of pleasure while the crew heckled and cheered. Some of them stroked themselves to the show while few others were lucky enough to join Greta, who had had enough of watching Heart take Lana's virginity, below decks for a ritual of their own. 

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Above the growls, grunts, gasps, and groans, the full moon watched, bathing the Bleeding Heart in its otherworldly glow. It had blessed the union of the Unholy Princess, and the closer Heart came to consummating the union with mutual release, the stronger the long-dormant power within Lana grew. 




Bleeding Heart Ch. 02



Stella had forgotten the danger among the intense pleasure Devin brought as he filled her again and again with his massive cock. She wanted to tell herself that she was being raped, that this was all wrong, but the multiple orgasms she had while the Bleeding Heart's crew looked on was evidence enough that she was enjoying the humiliation. The thought of multiple men pleasuring themselves as she was bent over and fucked sent electric tingles down her spine and straight to her clit, which was being frantically rubbed by Devin beneath his enormous hands. 

At the foremast, Lana was in shock as her body responded to Captain Heart's thrusts. First she had been embarrassed and ashamed as he had gotten her wet through nothing more than a heavy kiss and some attention to her breasts. And when he had broken through her virginity with his impossibly huge member, the pain had taken her by surprise. But the more he had worked his way inside of her, the more Lana began to enjoy the feeling. Years of repression slid from her body with each thrust of Heart's hips, and before long she was calling out to the night, wishing she could run her fingers down the hard muscle of Heart's chest that tantalizingly brushed against her breasts as he fucked her. 

Devin reached climax first, spilling himself inside Stella before pulling out and helping her back to a standing position. She had come plenty herself, and was secretly grateful for the reprieve. 

Heart, who was bewildered that Lana had resigned herself to his advances so easily, was trying to hold off his own impending release. The soft velvet of Lana's inner walls was like nothing he had ever experienced. She gripped him like a glove as he moved inside of her and wept cream around their joining, creating an erotic suckling sound that drove Heart crazy. How could a virgin like Lana be one of the best lovers the experienced pirate had ever had? 

"Give it to me," Lana groaned, arching her chest and rubbing her nipples against Heart's, "I want to feel you come inside me." 

Surprised to hear such words from the witch, Heart doubled his efforts, no longer holding back. He wanted to fill her up with his cum while she writhed against him - consummating their unholy union. 

"Fuck!" he growled, and stilled as he shot ropes of cum into Lana's overstuffed cunt until it pooled out around them. 

He pulled out and braced his hand against the foremast, exhausted. Lana rubbed her thighs together, spreading the thick mess of cum and blood that was leaking from her cunt, mewling as she did. 

Who was this woman? 

"I can feel it," Lana moaned, "The power. It's...exquisite." 

Heart growled and kissed the witch hard. He could feel it to. It was mysterious and a little frightening, but the vast store of magic that he now had access to was like a mild drug that raced through his system, energizing him. 

Devin had removed Stella's gag in the meantime and she was staring at Lana and Heart with a look of mild terror. 

"What is it?" Devin asked, following her gaze and surprised when he saw that Lana was free from her bonds and running her hands across Heart's back as they embraced and kissed. 

"The power has been unleashed," Stella said softly, gripping Devin's upper arm and staring up into his eyes, "I fear that my Lana is gone." 

Heart broke the kiss with Lana and looked over at Devin and Stella with softly glowing red eyes. A gasp rose through the crew and Devin took an involuntary step back at the incredible sight. 

"Do not be afraid," Heart assured them, raising his arms in a holy gesture, "This power is under my cont-." 

He was cut off abruptly as the deck of the Bleeding Heart pitched violently to the side, sending everyone, including the captain and Lana, tumbling toward port. Devin held onto Stella as they fell, protecting her from the sprawl of human bodies that cascaded around them. 

"What was that!?" Anthony shouted as he burst from below deck wearing nothing but a hastily belted pair of pants. The rest of his crew of fornicators, six men in all, followed quickly after with Greta close at their heels. One of the men was clutching his member with a look of pain.

"I don't know," Heart growled, stumbling back across the deck to retrieve his clothes as the ship swayed violently in the water to correct itself, "But whatever it was..." 

He was cut short again as his and every crewmembers' gaze cast upward. 

Twenty feet above the deck, swaying mildly in the unholy glow of the full moon was an enormous, grey tentacle that protruded out of the churning water below. Large suction cups lined the underside of the monster, pulsing grotesquely as three more appendages joined the first. 

"She summoned it," Stella whispered and Devin looked across the deck to where she was staring. 

Lana stood, naked and smiling up at the tentacles as someone might watch a comedic farce. 

"What is it?" Devin asked, making his way with Stella through the crowd of mesmerized crewmembers to his captain who was the only one moving as he got dressed hastily. 

"The unholy guardian of the East Ocean," Stella replied, never taking her eyes of Lana. 

"And who is that?" Devin persisted, coming up to Heart's side and staring with him up at the creature's tentacles. 

"Leviathan...," Stella whispered as one of its tentacles descended on the deck... 

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*** I hope you are enjoying this new series. This first section is only three parts, which means one more after this. If I get enough support, I'll continue with another three-parter. That way I can contain each narrative arc within its own stand-aloneish chunk instead of getting carried away with too many characters and plots, which has always been my downfall. 

Please comment! And vote, of course : ) *** 



Bleeding Heart Ch. 02



Anna laughed then stopped as a look of pain crossed her face. Jeremy grabbed her arm, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's really nothing."

"I don't believe you."

"My chest just hurts a little, that's all."

"Fuck, I saw how hard he was kicked you, but I guess I was so wrapped up in the police and everything and you seemed physically fine, you told the cop that you were. Why didn't you say that you were in pain earlier?"

Anna shrugged, "I didn't really feel it earlier, shock I guess."

"Lay down on the couch and let me have a look."

"I don't know...... I really think that I'm fine. It hardly hurts at all."

"Look Anna, unless you want me to take you to the hospital right now then let me check you out, I know that it's not much but my dad was a doctor so I know a little." 

Anna reluctantly laid down on the couch and watched nervously as Jeremy unzipped his jacket that she was still wearing and gently slid it off of her. He carefully raised her shirt up, making sure to stop before he got to her breasts. As he surveyed her ribs he felt his face flush with anger, there were black and blue bruises all over her ribs, this had not just been from the one kick that he had seen. This was from lots of kicks or punches or whatever the bastard had done to her and from the coloring, some of the bruises were from hours before he had even found her. He tried to calm himself down so that Anna wouldn't see the pure fury in his face, she was already scared enough.

He began gently feeling her ribs, since she hadn't complained when he told her to lay down on the couch he was fairly certain that she didn't have any breaks or fractures, but still he moved his hands gently along each rib, checking them. When he was satisfied that she did not have any serious chest injuries he pulled her shirt back down. Before he looked up at her he took a deep breath and counted to seven before letting it back out, willing his face to stay calm.

"Anna, how long was he doing this, beating you, for?" 

She looked up at him fearfully and didn't answer, tears in her eyes.

"Anna was he... did he... did he start this right after school let out?"

She nodded.

"So he was doing this to you for almost five hours?"

This time Anna did not respond at all, she just looked away.

"Anna, what I saw him do to you wasn't the worst was it? What else did he do to you?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Was all she said before she jumped up from the couch, pretty quickly for someone whose ribs must have been aching, and ran to her bedroom, closing the door loudly behind her. Jeremy could hear her sobbing on the other side of the door. 

'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' Jeremy slammed his head into the couch punctuating each fuck. 'If that fucking bastard did to her what I think that he did then I should have torn his balls off and fed them to him when I had the chance! Why didn't she say anything?' Jeremy slammed his hand against his forehead. 'Of course she wouldn't of said anything you big oaf, she's a woman and women never tell you the things that they probably should, especially when it comes to things like this.' Once again Jeremy felt like an idiot, what was he expecting her to do, just come right out and say "oh yeah, by the way, he raped me too"? Jeremy heard the shower in her bathroom turn on and decided to lie on the couch to brood and wait for Anna to come back out.

Anna ran into her room, she knew what Jeremy was asking her but there was no way that she was going to tell him the truth. She pushed the door closed behind her and then slumped against it, sobbing. She felt so used and dirty and disgusting, she could still feel his hands all over her body, pinching cruelly and hitting her whenever she made a sound. She could still feel him down there, it had felt like he was ripping her open, she had screamed and he had hit her across the face and told her to shut up and take it like the slut that she was.

Anna straightened up and ripped the clothes off of her body in disgust, throwing them into the trash. They were beyond repair and even if they hadn't been, she would still never want to wear them again. Anna strode into the bathroom and turned her shower up to hot and stepped in. She scrubbed violently at her body, trying to get any remnants of him off of her. When she was done she dried off with her favorite towel that somehow didn't feel as soft today as it usually did. She popped a couple aspirin to help with the pain and the swelling, brushed her teeth, and then went into her bedroom and found a pair of panties and a long night shirt to put on.

She took a spare blanket and pillow out of her closet with the intention of giving then to Jeremy, but when she went out to give them to him she found him already fast asleep. She couldn't help but think of how cute he looked, his tousled hair and mussed clothes, curled up asleep on her couch. Anna carefully laid the blanket over him and put the pillow next to his head so that if he woke up then he would find it. Then she turned out the lights and went and got into her own bed. When she finally managed to fall asleep she slept fitfully, tossing and turning in her bed. Around two o'clock Anna awoke with a start, she had heard something, she heard it again. There was something outside trying to get into her window. She jumped out of her bed, swung her door open, and raced to where Jeremy still slept on the couch. She knelt down next to him and shook his shoulder. 

"Jeremy, Jeremy, wake up! There's something outside, it's trying to get into my window!"

Jeremy blinked sleepily at her then bolted upright as what she had said registered. He got up and ran into the room. He didn't see anything outside of either of her windows, but that did not mean that there had not been something there before. He was about to ask her which window it was when he heard something at the right window. He walked over and looked out, at first he didn't see anything. Then he started laughing. 

"Anna come here." 

She came over to him hesitantly. "What is it?"

Jeremy pointed to a large moth that was currently in the process of flying into the window, drawn by the light.

"I'm sorry Jeremy, I feel so silly now. I woke you up to defend me from a silly moth."

"It's all right, better safe than sorry."

"I guess that we better go back to bed now." Anna said, but neither of them moved, Anna was fidgeting and Jeremy was admiring her long legs. 'God she's hot.' He thought, it didn't hurt that he could see her nipples through her shirt, she was obviously not wearing a bra.

"Are you as awake as I am?" Anna asked Jeremy. 

'I am now' he thought as he sneaked in another look up and down her body. "Yeah," he said "I guess I got some adrenalin going there for a minute."

"Do you want to watch a movie or something?" she asked. Eager for a distraction, she knew that as awake as she was right now that if she tried to go to sleep she would just toss and turn and think about what had happened that day.

"Sure, I could go for a movie, what would you like to watch?"

"I don't really care, as long as it's light."

He smiled, "I think that we might be able to do that."

Anna followed Jeremy into the living room and sat on the couch as he went through her DVD's. Finally deciding on The Sound of Music, he popped it in and sat on the couch beside her.

"A very manly choice." Anna commented as she saw the credits come up.

"Shush you, don't dis The Sound of Music or my manliness." He said it in an offended tone but then grinned at her.

She giggled and stole the blanket that he had put in his lap. 

Jeremy pouted. "Hey not fair, I had it first, so you have to at least share it." 

She considered this for a moment, then handed him one end of the blanket. "Alright, I'll share, but only because you look cute when you pout." As soon as she said it she clapped a hand over her mouth and blushed. She hadn't meant to tell him that she thought that he was cute. She had just hit on a high schooler, she was defiantly going to hell. 

He grinned and decided to tease her a little bit, "So, you think I'm cute? You're not impervious to my charm and boyishly good looks after all then." 

"That's not what I meant." She told him, then she smirked, "Anyways the real reason why I'm sharing the blanket with you is because I don't want an angry mother coming after me if you get sick." 

"Hey! I'm not even that much younger than you, what are you 22, 23?" 

"I'm 22. The important part though, is that you are in high school and I am not."

Jeremy didn't know what came over him but he laid his hand on her knee, looked into her eyes, and said, "I can show you just how important that's not."

She looked like she was at a loss for words and he immediately felt bad, he knew that this was a really, really, really bad time. "I'm sorry, it just came out, I was only joking. Come here, I'm cold, I want more of the blanket." 

She scooted closer and they sat side by side, not saying anything, just watching the movie. About half way through Jeremy looked over and noticed that Anna was doing the nod and jerk. He smiled to himself and slowly put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer so that she could fall asleep against him. Anna didn't resist him, she was so tired and he was warm and comfy and inviting. 

The next time that Jeremy looked down at her she was fast asleep with her head snuggled into his shoulder. She looked so beautiful and sweet that Jeremy felt his heart flutter. He turned the TV off and angled himself back into a more comfortable position, he did it carefully, so as not to wake her. Then he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

It was four o'clock when Holly finally left her friend's house. They had spent the whole night watching cheesy movies and episodes of Invader Zim. She would have just spent the night, but she had left her phone at home and her parents would have flipped a shit if she wasn't there when they woke up in the morning. They were weird like that. So here she was at four o'fucking clock in the morning driving home. 

As she was passing the school noticed three odd and exciting things. One, there was a cop car in the parking lot, which would not have been a big deal if not for number two. Two, there was yellow tape around the entrances to the school. Three, the most exciting one, the electronic sign in front of the school read "School is closed until further notice. Friday classes are cancelled."

"Amazing! I mean, of course, how disappointing, I was SO looking forward to wasting my Friday sitting in school and being bored to death." Holly said aloud, grinning. 'I bet that I only have to call one person to find out what happened. Whenever something goes down at school you can usually find Jeremy at the heart of it. Mental note: call Jeremy in the morning.' 

The first thing that Anna noticed when she woke up was the bright sunlight in her eyes. It wasn't until after a good amount squinting, blinking, and eye rubbing that she realized that had fallen asleep on the couch last night with Jeremy and was now lying across his chest. He was partially propped up in the corner of the couch where its back met the arm. One of his arms was around her and he was using the other as a pillow. 'His neck is not going to be thanking him when he wakes up.' She thought. Anna smiled, he looked adorable, his hair was a mess and he had a funny look on his face. It was the kind of look that someone made when they were trying to figure out a particularly hard math problem. He was also snoring softly, which Anna thought just made him all the more adorable. Not that she would ever tell him that, his ego was clearly already big enough. Anna thought back to the night before and how gentle and understanding he'd been with her. He'd even spent the night so that she would feel safe and stayed up and watched a movie with her when she couldn't get back to sleep. It hardly seemed possible that this caring young man was the same boy that came into the office and wolf-whistled and made suggestive comments to her almost every day. 

Anna laid her head back down on his chest and just relaxed, partially because she didn't want to wake him up by moving his arm and partially because he was nice and warm and she was comfortable. She let herself drift into the realm between sleep and consciousness. When she heard the clock chime nine her eyes shot open. 'Shit,' it was Friday and while she had no intention of going into work that day, Jeremy still had school, 'now I have to wake him up' she thought to herself.

She propped herself up and gently shook Jeremy's shoulder. He mumbled something but didn't wake up, apparently she shouldn't have worried about waking him up when she got up, the boy slept like a log. She shook his shoulder harder. " Jeremy, wake up, you're late for school."

Jeremy opened his eyes slightly. "Wuh?"

"I said, that you're late for school, come on, get up."

Jeremy had woken up to someone shaking his shoulder. At first he was confused, who the hell was shaking his shoulder, he lived alone, then he remembered, he was at Anna's house, she had been attacked and he had stayed with her. Then he had a thought that woke him up quite a bit, she was laying on him, her upper body was pressed against his, he could feel her breasts against his chest. He opened his eyes and looked her up and down, his eyes stopping on her ass. During the night her shirt had ridden up and he could now see her light pink lace panties which only covered part of her tight ass.

"Nice view, wish I could wake up to this every morning." It was out before he had thought about 

it. 

Anna looked down to where his gaze was focused and blushed, she hadn't realized that her shirt had ridden up and that now her panties and ass where showing. She decided to try and save some face by not acting like it embarrassed her. "Yeah, well don't get used to it."

"Sorry, sometimes I can be an ass in the mornings. I'm not quite awake yet. Oh, and to the school thing, I'm not going." She didn't seem to be to upset by what he'd said so he figured that he was in the clear, or at least mostly.

"I'm not going to even try to force you, but you really should go to school." The look that he gave her clearly told her that he thought that she was crazy. "You wouldn't want them to think that you got sent to correctional school again now would you?" 

Jeremy laughed at that. "Eh, let them talk, the only thing I'm really worried about right now is not being able to get any more sleep." He looked at her then gave her a cocky smile. "You know, if you'd like to stay right there, I'd be more than okay with that." 

She grinned back at him, this was more like the Jeremy that came into the office almost every day. "Sorry but fat chance of that high school boy, I'm getting up. Consider yourself privileged." She pulled herself up off of him and got up, straightening her night shirt so that it covered her ass once again. "I'm going to make coffee, do you want some?" 

"Sure, I guess I'll take a cup, just to show you how grown up I really am." He winked at her. 

She just rolled her eyes, said "whatever", and went into the kitchen to make the coffee. As she was walking over to get the coffee out of the freezer she caught sight of herself in the little mirror that she had on the front of the fridge, she grimaced, she looked horrible. Her cheeks were both bruised, one more so than the other and the one with the heavier bruising was also lightly swollen. She thanked the lord that she'd thought to take some aspirin the night before, otherwise who knows how swollen her cheek might have been. She sighed and took the coffee out of the freezer, then she turned and walked right into a chair that she had put against the counter the other day in order to get a vase from on top of one of her cabinets. She banged her ribs right into the top of the chair and she got a sudden flash of pain. Crying out she dropped the canister of coffee and sank to the ground clutching her ribs. The top of the canister came off and the coffee went everywhere. She cursed and tried not to cry, this was not shaping up to be a good morning.

Jeremy heard Anna cry out and something fall to the floor and he bolted off of the couch, rushing to the kitchen. He found her on the floor with spilled coffee grinds all around her, she was clutching her ribs and it looked like she was trying very hard not to cry.

"Are you all right Anna? What happened?" He asked, concern filling his voice.

Anna looked up at him. "Yeah, I'm fine, I was just being fucking clumsy and banged my ribs on the chair, then I went and dropped the fucking coffee all over the place."

Jeremy went over to her and helped her up. "Come on, I'll help you clean this up then get dressed and we can go out and I'll buy you a cup of coffee. Sound good?" Anna nodded. "Good, where is your vacuum cleaner?" 

After they had finished cleaning up the coffee and Anna had finally decided on a knee length purple dress with a V-neck and a matching purple belt they left to go get coffee. They ended up just going to a nearby gas station that was known for having pretty decent coffee. There were not many people in the gas station, which was perfectly fine with Anna, since she did not really want to be seen by too many people, make-up could only hide so much. They sat at a table outside and drank their cups of coffee, occasionally commenting about something or other.

Jeremy was about half way done with his cup when his phone started beeping at him. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at it. "Shit, my phone is dying. That reminds me, I need to talk to you about something."

Anna looked at him wearily. "What do you need to talk to me about?"

"Nothing bad, I promise, I just wanted to ask if you would like me to stay with you until that shithead is caught, if you wanted we could even stay at my apartment, either is okay with me."

Anna sighed with relief, she had thought that he was going to press her more about what else had happened. "I confess I really do feel a lot better having you around, but I'm pretty sure that you have plans that don't including being stuck watching over me." Jeremy laughed. "I'm actually pretty open this weekend, nothing that you couldn't come with for or that couldn't be cancelled."

"Oh? No dates this weekend?" 

Jeremy laughed again. "Nope, I pretty much had this weekend clear for sleep and trouble making. The only real plan I had was to hang out with some of my friends some and you could come too." Jeremy got a mischievous look in his eye and slid his hand around her waist. "I could tell them that you're my new girlfriend."

Anna pushed him away and looked at him incredulously. "I think that it will be fine if we just tell them that we are friends."

Jeremy shrugged. "Hey, can't blame a guy for trying. So my house or yours? I really am cool with either, but if we're going to be staying at your house then I need to go by my apartment and pick up some stuff." As if to confirm that he did indeed have stuff to pick up Jeremy's phone beeped at him one last time and then died.

"I really would like to stay at my house as long as you're sure that you're okay with that. You don't need to stay with me all day everyday either, I think that I mostly just don't feel comfortable spending the night alone."

"That works, as I said, I'm cool either way, so your house is fine. How about I take you by the school to pick up your car on the way over to my place?"

"That's fine with me, just let me finish my cup of coffee and then we can go." 

"Okay. Do you want me to come over at a certain time or do you just want to call me when you'd like me to come back to your house?"

Anna considered this then looked at her cell phone. "Well it's about twelve thirty now. Wow, is it really that late? We really slept in." 




Bleeding Heart Ch. 02



Jeremy laughed, "I don't know what you're talking about, I woke up early for a day that I wasn't planning on going to school." 

"Wow, well I guess that I shouldn't really be surprised, you are a high school boy after all."

"Damn straight I am." Jeremy said with mock seriousness, his eyes laughing.

"Well now that we've established that, how would say six work? I'll make dinner, it's the least I can do with all that you're doing for me."

"Well gosh, it ain't nothin', promise! Yer gonna go an' make me blush." Jeremy said, the picture of southern modesty, except for the fact that Anna knew that he was neither especially Southern, aside from his taste in cars, nor especially modest. Anna rolled her eyes. 

"I'm sure."

When they had both finished their cups of coffee they got in Jeremy's truck and he drove to the school. "Wow, looks like they closed the school for the day." Jeremy said as he spied the nearly empty parking lot.

Anna nodded. "Yep, look, the sign says closed until further notice." Anna pointed out the window, "My car is that yellow coupe over there." Jeremy drove over to the car and let Anna out. They said bye then he drove off, secretly looking back in his rear view mirror just to make sure that she hadn't found any nasty surprises in her car. 

When Jeremy got to his apartment the first thing that he did was plug in his phone. He had three missed text messages. One was Mike saying "Dude! No schl!" He grinned at the next one, it was from Holly and said "I know it was u. What did you do now?" The last one was from one of his female "friends", Jenna, and said, "Hey J, what r u doing 2night? U should come over to my place." 

He decided to text Jenna back first. "Sorry can't 2night, maybe sometime soon." To Holly he texted, "Wouldn't u like 2 know?" He decided that he didn't really need to text Mike back.

He had started to pack a bag with a couple pairs of clothes and some overnight stuff when his phone beeped, telling him that he had another text message. It was from Holly, "I'm coming over and I've got IT."

His eyes opened wide and he quickly texted, "IT, IT?"

Within a few seconds he got another text. "Yes, IT."

Jeremy looked at the clock, he had time. "Ok, get your ass over here, I'm doing somthing 2night."

"Coming", was Holly's responding text. A few minutes later Jeremy heard a knock on the door, he raced over and pulled the door open quickly. Holly stood there and he grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. "So, where is it?"

"Not so fast buddy, you were going to tell me what you did yesterday that got the school "closed until further notice".' 

"I was? I don't remember saying that."

"Oh, well in that case maybe I didn't remember to bring it. Maybe I left it at home, maybe..."

"Okay, okay, I think I'm remembering now." Holly smiled triumphantly. "Well, I don't know if it's really my place to tell you all of it, but I'll tell you my part at least." Holly looked shocked, "Since when have you EVER cared whether it's really "your place" to do something or not?" When Jeremy only stared at her stubbornly she gave in. "Okay, I guess I'll accept, it's a start. Anyways, if it's trouble then your part is usually the biggest one." 

Jeremy gave her a haughty, proud look, puffed up his chest, blew on his fingers, and said, "That's just the way I roll baby." Holly scoffed at him and punched him playfully in the stomach, making him cough. She walked into the main room, which was living room, dining room, and kitchen, and sat down on the couch. Jeremy followed and sat with her, propping his legs up on the coffee table that was partially covered in soda and beer cans. 

Holly pulled a square envelope out of her purse. "Here it is, now talk or else I take it back home." Jeremy quickly told her about their plan to turn all of the faucets on in the school and about how that had been interrupted when he heard a noise coming from one of the science classrooms. He then told her about what had happened after, omitting details like who the lady was and what exactly had been done to her. When he had finished he looked at Holly, trying to gauge her reaction. He actually felt a little lighter, having talked about it with someone. Kind of like a weight had been lifted off of him that he hadn't even known that he was carrying.

For a moment Holly didn't say anything then she asked, "So, how much of that was true?"

"All of it, I swear!" 

Holly held out her pinky, "Pinky promise?" Holly took pinky promises very seriously and if she ever found out that someone had broken their pinky promise with her then shit was goin' down.

"Pinky promise." Jeremy held out his pinky in return and curled it around hers.

She studied him. "Okay, I believe you."

"As if I would lie about a pinky promise! I remember what happened last time I did that. You pack a hard punch. My arm was all the colors of the rainbow for weeks!" Holly gave him a shit eating grin. "Well, you learned your lesson."

"So can we get to IT now?" Jeremy asked eagerly. 

Holly laughed, "yeah, yeah calm down, I'll que it up and you make popcorn," Jeremy opened his mouth," and before you say that you don't have any, yes you do, it's in the top right cabinet." Jeremy checked and found that Holly was right, "How the hell did you know that when I didn't even know that?"

"I just pay attention, you don't." 

"I guess that you've got a good point."

"Of course I do, I always do."

"Except when you're drunk and you start going off about little blue men and..."

"Okay, okay Jeremy! Except when I'm drunk, but still, the point is, I pay attention, you don't, fact." Jeremy grinned, he loved teasing her, although sometimes it was dangerous and resulted in bruises, so he had to pick his battles wisely. The microwave dinged, demanding immediate attention, and Jeremy took the popcorn out and put it into a bowl. He pushed some cans to the side and set it on the table in front of the couch and then sat down. Holly hit play, the scene opened with Bruce Campbell in chains, being dragged behind a horse. 

Jeremy sighed. "I love The Army of Darkness." Holly grinned, "Me too, it makes a really good bargaining chip." 

Anna sighed as she walked into her house and closed the door behind her. Not even half way into her day and she was already stressing out. She looked through the mail, straightened up some, and then as a last resort started to pace through her house.

She then stopped and berated herself, "Enough Anna! You can let what happened ruin your life, do something normal." She decided that she would garden for a while, that usually made her feel better. She changed into jean shorts and a black tank top then went outside.

Gardening was one of her passions. When she had moved in a few months ago that was one of the first things that she had done, restore the existing garden and substantially add on to it. She found it very calming, something to take her mind off of things when she was upset. 

She had just started weeding her gardenias when she realized that she was no longer alone. On the ground in front of her there were two shadows where there should only have been one, her's was short and hunched over, but the other was straight and tall. She felt her heart stop and for a second she couldn't breath. She steadied herself and stood up. She saw the shadow step closer and felt breath on the back of her neck. She froze up. 

"Hey sweet thing." A flood of relief washed over her, followed by a deep feeling of disgust as she smelled alcohol on the other person's breath.

She stepped forwards then turned around to face the person. "Hey Benny." Benny was her next door neighbor, Anna could not remember a time that she had ever seen him sober. He had made it very clear right away that he wanted to "hit that". She had repeatedly turned down his offers and lewd suggestions, but he was very persistent.

"It's awful hot out here, you should come over to my place, I can get you a drink."

"No thank you Benny, sorry but I don't really have time right now."

"Common, you'll enjoy it, I'll help you out of those clothes, help you cool down. "

"No Benny, I really just want to finish gardening."

Benny grabbed her arm and started pulling her towards him. "Let's go have some fun, there are so many fun things that we can do together." Anna closed her eyes and counted to five, trying to calm down. "Benny, let go of me."

"Don't be like that..."

"I said let go of me!" Anna screamed at him, she tried to jerk her arm away. When he didn't let go she kicked him in the shin.

Benny released her. "Fuck! What the hell was that for you crazy bitch?" Benny yelled after her, she was already running into her house. She locked the door behind her. She slid down it and sat on the floor shaking. The calm that she had managed to obtain while gardening was shattered. Things from the evening before started playing in her head, like movie clips. One in particular was playing over and over again. 

She was bent over a round table, her wrists were tied to two of the table legs. She was in a meeting room that was attached to the main office. Her shirt was lying on the floor next to her and her skirt was pushed up around her waist, she did not even know where her panties were. He had ripped them off of her earlier. Her bra was still on but he had pulled her breasts up out of her bra cups earlier so that he could pinch and twist her nipples. Her sore nipples were now rubbing against the hard wood of the table as she struggled. She was sobbing, she felt hands roughly prying her legs apart. She begged him, no, please stop, she swore that if he didn't do this then she would never tell anyone about the other things that he had done to her. In response he brought his belt down hard on her ass, causing her to cry out in pain, and told her to "shut the fuck up." When she continued begging he started reigning blows with the belt down upon her ass, back, the backs of her legs, and even a couple on her pussy. He wrapped a hand in her hair and pulled her head up at a painful angle, "You listen bitch and you listen well, this is going to happen and you are going to take it. The more you resist the more it will hurt. So shut the fuck up and stop trying to close your fucking legs!" He accentuated this with another harsh blow to her ass. He wrenched her legs open and thrust his hips in between them before she could close them again. 

He thrust two fingers into her and roughly started fucking her with them. She was dry and it hurt so badly, he actually seemed to be enjoying her screams of pain now. He removed his fingers and she heard him spit, then she felt his fingers, wet now, rubbing her entrance. "This isn't for you babe, it's for me, as much as I like to see you writhe, it feels better for me if your wet." With that he thrust himself into her tight opening, it felt like she was being ripped, she screamed, and screamed, and screamed.

She managed to snap herself out of it, she did not want to think about it anymore. She put her face in her hands and found that there were tears running down her cheeks. She needed to get out of there, she didn't want to be alone, she didn't want to be near Benny, and she didn't even want to be in her own home right now. 

With trembling hands she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. It was a little after three, Jeremy wasn't supposed to come over for three more hours but she really wanted to be with a friend.



Bleeding Heart Ch. 03



Disclaimer and Warnings: As with this entire series, all scenes of sexual acts involve more than two people. If you don't like that, don't read this. Simple? 

So enjoy ; ) 

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Chapter 3: The Unholy Princess 

The deck of the Bleeding Heart was in complete disarray as the giant tentacle of Leviathan descended upon it in a lazy arc. Captain Heart stood still as it struck, sending wood and men flying in all directions. He was vaguely aware of his first officer trying to pull him to safety, but Heart shrugged Devin off and continued to stand in defiance against the creature. 

"Sir!" Devin yelled, "You must get below deck...," 

"I can stop it," Heart said with confidence. The power he now shared with Lana filled him with an energized assurance that this creature was no threat to him or his ship, "Where is Lana?" 

"Controlling the creature," Stella, who had come with Devin, said as she pointed toward starboard, where more tentacles were waving, "I warned you that unlocking this power would be a disaster." 

"Quiet," Heart hissed, but followed Stella's pointing finger to see Lana, who was still unclothed, gesturing her arms up at the creature, laughing manically. 

"Sir...," Devin started, but was cut off by a sharp yell from Heart. 

"Lana! What is the meaning of this?" Heart stormed across the deck and grabbed his new bride by her shoulder, spinning her around to face him. Devin and Stella followed, but at a safe distance, watching the sky warily for another attack from Leviathan. 

"I did not mean for it to hurt you," Lana said with a smile, "It just got a little excited is all." 

"Did you call this beast upon us?" Heart demanded, tightening his grip on Lana's shoulder, "We are bonded now -- you do not defy my wishes!" 

Lana smirked, "But its has been waiting for me for so long," she said, pointing up at Leviathan's appendages, "Don't you feel how happy it is?" 

Heart seemed about to say something, but paused, as if listening. Then he nodded slowly, his eyes wide with amazement, "I...I do hear...something." 

"It's Leviathan," Lana whispered, "The unholy servant of the East Ocean, come to hear its mistress's command." 

"You are not in charge here," Heart growled. He could feel their link and reached out for Lana, lashing out psychically to inflict pain. She cried out and sunk to the deck on her knees, clutching her head. Above, Leviathan grew agitated at it mistress's distress, but Heart reached out to it and commanded it to be still. 

"Please," Lana moaned, as she bent over double, "Stop this!" 

"You will learn your place," Heart snapped as he broke off the assault on Lana's mind, "Pull another stunt like this and I will see that pain is all you will ever know for the rest of your life." 

He then reached out again to the Leviathan and told it to retreat. He was met with resistance from the beast in a language that he had never heard, but for some reason could understand. It wanted to stay and serve he and Lana. 

'Return to the depths, creature,' Heart growled inside its head, 'You have done enough damage. Stay close if you wish, but do not show yourself unless your master commands it.' 

Devin had returned to the captain's side as the giant tentacles that had held the crew in a terrified trance since they had appeared began to retreat once more beneath the dark ocean waves. 

Satisfied, Heart turned to survey the damage Leviathan had done. Aside from a smashed railing on the starboard side and some cracked boards on the deck, the Bleeding Heart itself had received minimal physical damage. However, at least five men lay crumpled and bleeding, thrown from the force of the tentacle's impact. For some reason he suspected was linked to his new power, Heart could tell that these five men were dead. 

"We have lost too many this day," the captain spoke loudly and solemnly to his wary crew, "See to the injured and take care of the dead. Then I want you below decks until morning. Dismissed." 

The crew was slower than usual to answer its captain's order, but soon the deck was bustling with renewed activity. But they were silent, Heart noted, probably too shaken from the close call with Leviathan to be in much of a talking mood. Even Greta and her harem were unusually sober as they help tend to the five dead men. Another incident like this and Captain Heart feared that his men's fierce loyalty might begin to wane ever so slightly. 

It was an unpleasant thought. 

"Sir," Devin spoke as Heart helped Lana to her feet, "This power..." Even Heart's closest friend had doubt in his voice. 

"Walk with me, Devin," Heart said as he led Lana toward the stairs to below deck, "Bring your witch with you. I need counsel." 

"Of course, Sir," Devin nodded and gently guided Stella as he followed Heart down to his quarters, where he shut and locked the door with an uncharacteristicly heavy sigh. 

Heart turned away from the door, "I admit I may not understand this power as much I thought...." 

The captain, who had looked the picture of health during the rousing ritual now looked pale and somehow ragged -- as if he had aged ten years in under one hour. 

"I warned you," Stella said, eyeing Lana uneasily while sticking to Devin's side, "This is power even the holy sisters fear." 

"No one was talking to you, witch," Heart snarled, "You are here as my prisoner, not my counsel. That job falls squarely on Devin's shoulders." 

Devin shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat, "Sir, with all due respect, perhaps you should listen to St-...to the witch. She seems to have a good deal of knowledge about Lana's power and I admittedly have none." 

Heart glared at Devin for a long moment before waving his hand in incredulous defeat, "Tell me what you know, witch. Lana, get some clothes on so you don't distract me any further." 

Lana grinned and pressed herself up against Heart in a suggestive gesture, "But I thought that's why you kidnapped me? To be a...distraction," she punctuated her sentence by cupping Heart's member through his pants. 

"Just...sit on the bed and be quiet for a minute," Heart said, pulling Lana off his body with tremendous self control, "You can distract me later." He turned on Stella, "What are you waiting for?" 

"First I need to know how much of this power you do understand," Stella said, crossing her arms over her chest, "I wouldn't want to insult your intelligence." 

Heart growled, "Remember your place, witch. What I know is what anyone knows. Twenty years ago news spread through the usual vines that some ancient prophecy had come to pass and that the unholy goddess blessed this world with a baby girl. Of course no one but religious zealots believed this prophecy to begin with. But when the people of the holy citadel Solaris were all killed by disease, leaving only a single female infant alive, even the most moderate of the holy sisters took note. At first they tried to raise the survivor, thought to be the unholy princess, to be one of their own. Although everyone knows it wasn't long after her seventeenth birthday that the child, Lana, was banished.

Again, word spread - of who Lana was and why she had been banished. Unlimited power -- that was what drew me to the tales. I was, and am, known across the world as the 'mad pirate' and three years ago I viewed this crusade as a means to perpetuate that legend. The mad pirate was searching for unlimited unholy power, what was more frightening? But the closer I got to Lana the more I began to believe in my own quest and I prepared for the day when I would finally catch her. And here we are...," Heart finished with a spread of his hands. 

Stella frowned, "Unlimited power...is that all you know of Lana's actual magic?" 

"What else is there to know?" Heart shrugged, "As a man who has spent his entire life building his own story to the heights of legend, that is all I cared about." 

"Did you ever consider where this power comes from? As you must know, there are two types of magic wielders -- the holy sisters and priests, who get their power from the sun goddess, and witches and mages, who derive theirs from the moon. To most men, the sun and moon are simply symbols, but to users of their power they are the most respected and feared forces of nature in this universe. 

When the prophecy you so easily disregarded spoke of a child of the moon being born twenty years ago, it was very literal. That child, Lana, is one step removed from the unholy goddess herself. The power that comes with that parentage is darker and more powerful than any mortal can comprehend. We witches tap into but a tiny drop of the magic the goddess grants us. Lana, and now you thanks to your little 'ritual', can access more of that magic than every witch who is alive or has ever lived before combined. As I'm sure you figure when she managed to summon Leviathan from the depth of the East Ocean like it was nothing!

But this power is not meant to be shared. The moon gifted it to her daughter and her daughter alone -- not to some power hungry pirate. You may feel good now, Captain Heart, but the goddess will not be pleased when she finds out what has happened. It won't be long until Leviathan reports to its true mistress what has happened here tonight. And when it does...," Stella finished her speech by trailing off ominously, staring Heart straight in the eyes. 

"Why should I believe you?" Heart snorted. His face narrowed in anger, but there was fear in his voice, "All this talk about goddesses. It's religious nonsense." 

"Just how do you think magic works?" Stella implored, "Do you think we just pluck it out of the air? You use it yourself -- have you never felt the presence of a higher power when casting a spell? Felt connected to something incomprehensible?" 

Devin looked on as Heart and Stella stared daggers at each other. Neither one seemed willing to back down, but eventually Heart let out an exasperated breath and pounded his fist against his thigh. 

"What am I to do?" he said, "I have control of this power for now, but already I can feel my grasp slipping." 

"Why is it you think that Lana has not rebelled against your 'control' yet?" Stella asked, "It is because she knows you cannot keep it for long. She will watch you go mad for your sins against her mother." 

"Lana is a stupid, naïve girl," Heart growled, but glanced over at the smiling, naked woman lounging casually against the pillows of the bed. 

"That is not the Lana you so easily bent to your sadistic will," Stella hissed, pointing at the bed, "That is the Unholy Princess, the daughter of the moon. As her power grows, so will her darkness. The unholy goddess is not evil by nature, but Lana is still part mortal, and mortals are flawed creatures. There is no telling what kind of destruction her power could bring." 

"So what do you propose I do?" Heart asked again, "Either offer up a solution or keep your mouth shut!" 

"Sir," Devin spoke up suddenly, interrupting the growing storm of anger growing between Heart and Stella, "I think Lana would like a word." 

Heart frowned and turned around to where his first officer was looking. Lana had stood from the bed and was glaring at Stella and the captain with eyes as black as pitch. Strange, faint markings had appeared along her arms, which were crossed in front of her angrily. This was indeed not the Lana that Heart had taken from the Charon, but a creature that appeared to grow more powerful and frightening with each passing minute.

"Enough talk of me as if I was a mere child," she said in a harsh voice "I am the daughter of the unholy goddess and will be treated as such." 

"Lana," Heart growled, "Keep quiet." He reached out between their link and tried to inflict the pain that he used on the ship's deck to control her. But this time he did so out of fear rather than true anger. 

But Heart was not able to reach her this time, and instead received a blast of agony to his own skull that had him crying out. He had lost control sooner than he thought and an icy spear of terror lanced his chest. 

"Do not try that again," Lana warned, "Where is the Captain Seth Heart who deflowered me in front of all his men just because he could? Why has he been replaced with this whining half a man who fears power beyond his wildest wishes?"

"Lana," Stella said softly, "You need time to adjust to your mother's power. Whatever you're feeling right now...," 

"Quiet!" Lana hissed, and Stella's mouth clamped shut with a wave of the other witch's hand, "I will not have one of my servants speak against me."

"Devin," Heart said in a low voice, staring down Lana, "Go find Marcus. Ask him if there is a way to undo our bonding. I'll keep her distracted for a while." 

Devin nodded and rushed out the door before Lana could stop him. 

"What were you whispering about?" the witch asked, sauntering up to Heart and cupping his cheek in her hand. 

"I just wanted to be alone," Heart said softly as he ran his fingertips down Lana's upper arm, "After all, it is our wedding night." 

Stella gave Heart an incredulous look, but he ignored it. There was only one way he could think of to distract Lana in this state, and that was to give into her new found appetites. 

"That is more like it," Lana purred and shoved her hands under Heart's shirt to trail them hungrily along his stomach. 

Heart hissed through his teeth as Lana tweaked his nipples and his cock jerked to life, "Get on the bed," he said and Lana did, crooking her finger in invitation as she sat on the edge of the mattress and spread her legs wide. 

Shooting Stella a look to let her know that this was not entirely what it looked like, Heart undressed and positioned himself between Lana's legs. She reached down to give his shaft a few strokes, bringing it to full attention before sliding the head between her folds, lubricating it with her juices which were flowing freely and already staining the sheets beneath her. 

"What happened to the reluctant maiden I had in my chambers earlier?" Heart asked with a cocked eyebrow as he gripped Lana's thighs and brought her closer to him, his cock still just poised at her entrance. 

"She's gone," Lana said and wrapped her legs around Heart's back, pulling him forward and sheathing his cock into her impossibly tight depths in one smooth motion. 

"Indeed," Heart groaned, and ground his pelvis against the witch, laying her back on the bed so he had an unimpeded view of their joining. Gripping her shoulders, Heart watched as he withdrew himself from Lana's cunt. His cock was drenched with her juices and made a wet, sucking sound as he roughly thrust back inside. 

"Yessss," Lana groaned and threw her head back, racking her nails down his shoulders and triceps, leaving red trails in their wake, "Stella..." The witch waved her hand and Stella made a surprised gasp before walking over to stand beside Heart as he thrust into Lana. 

Unbidden, and to Heart's great surprise, Stella climbed onto the bed and knelt over Lana, positioning her head between hers and Heart's bodies. Opening her mouth she captured one of Lana's nipples between her lips and began to suck and nip, causing Lana to arch her back and moan while Heart looked on in mild amazement. 

"Don't stop," Lana sighed and Heart realized that he had slowed his thrusting at some point, "More!" 

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With Lana's nipple between her teeth and one of her hands traveling down Lana's soft belly toward her clit, Stella could only feel an overwhelming sense of lust rather than the disgust and fear she knew she should have instead.

One minute she had been watching what she assumed was a self-serving plan to distract Lana on the part of Captain Heart, the next she was overcome with the unquenchable need to join them. 

"Mmmm," Lana mewled as Stella's fingers found her clit, right next to the spot where Heart continued to pound his cock between Lana's plump lips. Stella could feel the hard length of him each beneath her palm each time Heart entered Lana. The only thing she could think of was having that cock somewhere else -- filling her with its delicious length instead of Lana. 

Stella stole a glance up at the pirate, who was eyeing her with a bizarre combination of confusion and arousal. His eyes trailed downward to where both he and Stella worked together to bring Lana to orgasm, and she saw a shift in his movements as he was overcome with his own feelings of lust. 

"Yes...yes...yes...yes," Lana cried along with each thrust of Heart's cock, "Don't stop. Fuck!" 

Stella sat up and watched as the witch's orgasm washed over her body. She bucked and writhed beneath Heart, running her fingernails town his arms and back and pulling him closer to their joining. Cream dripped out from between them, filling the room with the spicy aroma of sex as Heart pulled himself out of Lana with a tiny 'pop' and got onto the bed to join the witches. 

Still plagued by the unexplained state of arousal, Stella moved across the bed toward Heart, who had propped himself up against a pile of pillows, as if driven by animal instinct. His chest was heaving and slicked with sweat and his gleaming cock stood proudly at full attention between his thighs. Throwing one leg over his so she could straddle Heart's thighs, Stella sat up and removed her skirt before positioning herself over his lap and dropping down. A mixture of Stella's own arousal and the coating Lana's cunt had deposited on Heart's cock made the entry smooth and spine tingling. 

"Goddess!" Stella groaned and steadied herself against Heart's iron chest as she began to ride him slowly by lifting her hips. 

This was a much different encounter than the one she had just earlier that day, right after being taken from the Charon. This time Stella gave herself to the captain freely rather than fight her feelings. Although she knew she was enchanted, Stella could not help but give in fully to the sensations Heart was bringing her -- the hard steel of his chest beneath her fingers, the strong grip of his fingers on her hips, and the impossible fullness of his cock it stretched her walls with each aching thrust. 

"Wait...," Heart moaned as if remembering something, but meeting the roll of Stella's hips with his own rather than slowing down. 

"No...," Stella whispered and leant in to kiss the pirate, tangling her tongue roughly with his to silence his protests as she rubbed her half-clothed body against his, "I need this..." 

Heart returned the kiss eagerly, pulling Stella tighter against him and thrusting even harder into her. With each movement, Stella's clit ground against his pelvis, bringing her spiraling toward release. Everything about what they were doing was wrong. Stella had planned on fighting Heart's advances until he killed her -- but this feeling was too hard to overcome. She craved a release that only the mad pirate could bring her. 

Stella came with a cry, her insides clenching around the velvet heat of Heart's cock buried deep inside of her as it reached places that no man had ever seemed to before. 

Stella didn't stop her movements against Heart, trying to bring the pirate to his own release so she could feel him fill her -- enjoy it like she had not been able to earlier. 

"Fuck," Heart moaned and came into Stella, throwing his head back and groaning. The shots of cum triggered another orgasm in the witch, and their combined pleasure overflowed her cunt until it leaked around them, staining the sheets and Heart's pelvis. 

After Heart was spent, Stella pulled herself off him and knelt on the bed, staring down at her thighs and trying to collect her thoughts. After her orgasm had passed completely, clarity began to return in small increments. What had she been doing? There was Lana and Heart...and then she had joined...and then Heart...




Bleeding Heart Ch. 03



"No!" Stella cried and sprung from the bed, grabbing her hastily discarded skirt and pulling it on, trying to ignore the slide of juices down her thigh, "Where is she?" 

"Where?" Heart still looked dazed, but was shaking his head in an attempt to clear the cobwebs, "Lana..." 

The pirate looked both healthy and ill at the same time. His skin was pale and his eyes appeared sunken, but the way he had moved with Stella indicated that not all strength had left the man's body yet. 

"She tricked us," Stella spat, more angry at herself than anything, "Played us against each other." 

"Not the worst way to do it," Heart shrugged as he got up and pulled on his pants. 

"Now is not the time for jokes, Captain," Stella said as she rushed across the room, "We have to find Devin and warn him of..." 

The ship pitched to the side and below them Stella could hear the angry cries of the crew in their quarters. 

"Not again," Heart moaned and ran over to join Stella as they burst out into the hallway and up the stairs to the top deck. 

Unsurprisingly the only person outside was Lana, who had finally gotten dressed in her black dress. She had summoned Leviathan once again -- it had not gone far after Heart sent it away. This time, ten tentacles danced angrily in the moonlight as Lana spoke up to them, giving the creature her demented commands. 

"Can you stop it this time?" Stella asked Heart, with little hope. 

The captain concentrated for a moment and then shook his head, "Lana won't let me near the power, and I am starting to seriously regret this marriage..." 

The door to below deck burst open behind them and Devin came rushing up with Marcus at his heels. 

"Are you ok?" Devin asked, coming immediately to Stella's side.

For some reason this gesture caused a rush of warmth to flood Stella's chest as she nodded, "I'm fine. But Heart says he can't control Leviathan anymore. Please tell me you have a way to undo that ritual, mage. If Heart stays bonded with that power for much longer, I don't think he'll survive." 

If Stella had had time to do her own homework on the 'marriage' between Heart and Lana, she would have been able to reverse it herself. But as it was, only Marcus had the power to undo what he had done. Stella simply hoped that the mage was a competent one. 

"I need both rings," Marcus explained, "But I don't think Lana will allow us to take hers." 

"I think you're right," a taunting voice said from behind the group. 

They all turned and Stella's heart skipped a beat as they came face to face with Lana herself, who had somehow made her way across the deck without being seen or heard. 

"I honestly hoped you'd last longer than that," she said to Heart, referring to how she had left him and Stella before, "Some husband you turned out to be." 

"Devin, the crew...," Heart implored, ignoring Lana's teasing, more concerned for his men. 

"I told them to stay below deck," Devin replied, never taking his eyes off Lana. 

"It won't do them any good," Lana shrugged with a nasty grin, "I've had enough of the Bleeding Heart. First you kidnap me, then you rape me - and now you want to take away my power? I don't think so. I'm going to make Leviathan destroy this cursed ship and drag it down to the depths of the ocean where you can all spend eternity." 

Stella gazed upward and found that all ten tentacles of Leviathan had surrounded the ship. One word from Lana and they would come crashing down on all sides, tearing the Bleeding Heart to pieces before making it sink with the combined weight of the giant limbs on her deck. 

But how did you stop the power of a goddess? Lana had total control of her power now. Even if Stella had use of her own there was nothing she could...

"Heart," she hissed, a desperate idea blooming in her mind, "Quick -- where is my collar from? The one blocking my magic?"

"What...I...the holy sisters," Heart replied with a deep frown, "They use ones like it to contain witches they capture, but I don't see how..." 

"Take it off me," Stella said, "Hurry." 

Marcus was saying something to Lana, thankfully distracting her for the precious few seconds it took for Heart to slip the silver collar off Stella's neck. The sudden flood of power back into her body was like a powerful aphrodisiac, and she moaned as she felt her connection to the goddess return. 

Snatching the collar from Heart's confused grasp, Stella walked toward Lana with her fist clenched behind her back. "My princess," she said, bowing her head and feigning reverence, "Please, I ask that you free me from these monsters so that I may serve you and my goddess. Remember -- they took me from my ship and humiliated me, too." 

"If I recall," Lana said with a frown, "You were conspiring against me with these 'monsters' in the captain's chamber. Speaking as if I wasn't in the room, thinking that you could control me like the whimpering virgin you had as passenger on your ship and not the daughter of a goddess you now grovel before." 

"That was when I still believed the mad pirate had control over you," Stella said, thinking of a way to gain Lana's trust, "I did not want to be silenced by him before you had reached your full power. But now that I see that you have, I wish only to take my place at your side." 

"Witch!" Heart hissed angrily, "You're nothing but a whore. Remember whom it was that you writhed so wantonly against this night. Of course you would stand with us only to betray us at your first opportunity...I should have killed you along with your crew." 

Part of Stella hoped that Heart did not mean the things he was saying, but a larger part was grateful that he had. Lana's cocked on eyebrow and then smiled at the captain. 

"Come, Stella," Lana said, holding out her hand, "Let us show these mortals the true power of my mother." 

Stella nodded once and came to stand beside Lana, carefully positioning herself a step back from her. She stared at the men before her and a rush of conflicting emotions surged through her mind. 

Captain Heart had chased her across the East Ocean relentlessly, destroyed her ship, killed her crew, kidnapped her, raped her, and handed her off to his first officer, the only man on the Bleeding Heart who had shown her any real kindness. Stella's rational mind screamed at her that Seth Heart was the last person in the world who deserved saving. He was a monster who destroyed her entire life in one day. Why was she only feigning loyalty to Lana? At the princess's side, she could enact her revenge on the crew of this awful ship and walk away unhurt and more powerful than ever. 

But at what cost to the earth? 

If Lana were allowed to walk away from this, there would be no telling what kind of destruction she would bring with her. Leviathan was not the only unholy servant of the moon. There was evil spread out all over the land and seas, ready to kill thousands at Lana's command. And she would command -- her first experience with mortal man had not been an overly joyous one and Stella figured she might harbor some resentment toward them because of it. 

All these thoughts occurred to Stella within the span of only a few seconds, but she was running out of time. She had to make a choice -- save the men who had taken her life, but shown her pleasure like she had never known, or join the unholy princess on her path of destruction. 

In the end, the decision came down to control. There was only one scenario in which Stella could see herself out of. Only one where her fate was still her own. So she slipped the collar around Lana's neck before the witch knew what was happening and stepped back toward the pirates. 

"NO!" Lana shrieked, and clawed at the silver chain in desperation, recoiling in pain each time she tried to remove it. 

Stella knew that the holy sisters' collar would only last for a few moments, and so did Heart. Rushing forward, he grabbed Lana's wrist and forced her hand open, battling against her surprising strength. With her fingers finally extended, the captain pulled off the black ring that bond him to Lana, as well as his own, and handed them to Marcus. 

"Hurry!" Heart told to the mage, "We don't have much time." 

"What are we going to do with her?" Devin asked, pointing at Lana, who was still struggling against the chain, but already getting closer to being able to grasp it, "As soon as she has her power back, Leviathan will destroy the Bleeding Heart and we will have gained nothing." 

"I can send her away," Stella replied, and began the complex hand movements necessary for the spell she had in mind, "But I cannot be interrupted. This magic is complicated and I fear I will not be done before Lana overcomes the collar." 

Devin narrowed his eyes and nodded once, "Then I will buy you enough time," he said and drew his sword from his side, holding it out as he advanced toward Lana. 

Heart, in his haste out of his chambers, had not retrieved his sword and was therefore unarmed. But he positioned himself in front of Stella, ready to protect her, and in the deepest depth of her hopes, Stella wondered if perhaps the captain was beginning to view her as something more than just a pirate's wench. 

"MORTALS!" Lana cried furiously as she finally managed to tear the silver chain from her neck, "I will destroy...!" 

Devin growled and lunged forward with his sword, aiming for Lana's belly. The witch cried out in surprise, but easily avoided the blade with unnatural speed. Devin recovered quickly and attacked again, this time sweeping the blade low toward her legs. 

"AH!" Heart called out and clutched his head while at the same time Devin landed a lucky blow across Lana's thighs, sending the witch to her knees. 

"It's finished," Marcus said, coming over to Stella and Heart and dropping the now ordinary black rings to the deck of the ship, "You are no longer bound to her, Captain." 

"I noticed," Heart growled, shaking his head, "That hurt." 

"At least it distracted Lana long enough for Devin to get a shot in," Stella pointed out, "I only need a few more seconds..." 

"ENOUGH!" Lana yelled and a bolt of blue energy sent Devin reeling across the deck, "YOU DIE NOW!" 

Above the Bleeding Heart, Leviathan's tentacles stirred and reared backward, readying the strike that would kill them all. 

"Move," Stella told Heart, pushing on his shoulder. The pirate obeyed and Stella walked toward Lana, her hand outstretched as she finished the motions required for her spell. 

"Too late," Lana sneered. 

"Not quite," Stella replied right before the world went black. 

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Two brilliant flashes of white light blazed in the darkness on the deck of the Bleeding Heart. Leviathan, who had been ready to crush the evil ship beneath its mighty tentacles, roared in anger from where it waited beneath the waves as its blows met only with cold sea water rather than the much more satisfying bones of men. The ship had somehow vanished, taking Leviathan's mistress with it and leaving the beast alone once more in the furthest corner of the East Ocean. 

Meanwhile, the entire pirate crew of the Bleeding Heart cried out in anger and fear as they were plunged into complete darkness for a few agonizing heartbeats. When light once more returned, those on the deck were shocked to find that they were no longer floating in the middle of the ocean, but docked in one of the free island trading ports that dotted the shipping lanes between the two great empires that the East Ocean separated. The port town was sleeping, and no one had noticed the giant and notorious Bleeding Heart slip silently into the dock where the Charon usually sat when making her trades. 

"Where is she?" Captain Heart asked Stella, who was standing in the middle of the deck where seconds before Lana had been ready to kill them all. Cut off from the witch's power, Heart felt as if an enormous weight had been lifted from his shoulders. 

Staring at Stella as she turned back to face him, the captain also felt an unfamiliar sensation of guilt for what he had done to the witch who had just saved his ship and his life. 

"Somewhere very far away from here," Stella replied, "But that does not mean she is no longer dangerous." 

"Of course," Heart nodded, unable to meet Stella's eyes, "So what do we do now?" 

Devin and Marcus had come to join them and stared as Stella watched Heart silently for a moment, contempt for the mad pirate evident in her gaze. "Now I go east," she finally replied, "As much as I want to stay here on this ship, I must warn my sisters of Lana's...awakening." 

"Wait...," Heart said as Stella turned and began to walk away. 

"Do not try to stop me, pirate," Stella snarled, looking back and raising her hand, "I should kill you right now after what you have done to me." 

"No," Heart shook his head, "I wasn't trying to stop you. I want...," he cleared his throat, "I want to join you. This is my fault -- I have to set it right." 

"Out of the question," Stella replied and turned around again. 

Heart growled, "Then how do you plan on getting to the east continent? That spell you used must have drained you of most of your powers already. You'll have to go to the old fashioned way -- no teleport. And with no money and nothing to sell but your body..." 

"I have enough power left to kill you," Stella said, but stopped walking and turned all the way around, "If you give me reason." 

Heart smirked and crossed his arms across his bare chest, "Don't worry, witch. I repay those who aid me. Consider yourself a free passenger on the Bleeding Heart. I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to." 

Stella blushed at his words and after a long moment's consideration, nodded her assent. "You have a lot to make up for, mad pirate," she said as she walked past him to the door that led below deck, "You can start by allowing me a good night's sleep. After the day I've had..." 

"Of course," Heart nodded, "Shall I join you?" 

"Do not press your luck," Stella growled before slipping below. 

"Hmph," he grunted and turned on Devin, "I think we're safe for the night, my friend. You fought bravely tonight. Are you injured?" 

"I figure I'll be a little sore in the morning, but nothing serious," Devin shrugged. 

"Good," Heart nodded, "Because I have a feeling this journey will not be an easy one." 

"That I don't doubt, Sir," Devin said with a smile, "But I least we have a lovely wench to share it with." 

"Aye," Heart grinned, "That we do. That. We. Do." 

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*End of this first chunk. If enough readers like this, I'll go ahead and start on the next part, which will take place back on the Bleeding Heart a few days after Stella's freedom. 

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