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STORY: The Schoolgirl and the Pirate (Pablo)

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Pablo

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Copyright 2000 to <Pablo....@newsguy.com> Please respect this
copyright. Don't distribute or archive this story in any way except
for personal use without explicit permission. No, it's not in the
public domain. Ask first, okay? Thanks.

o0o

Anyone who went along to the treehouse to see Mija's party might
have read this already. It's a little story I wrote for her, based
on a collaborative fantasy we put together a while ago. It *feels*
like the start of a series, but given how rare stories from me are,
I would recommend not holding your collective breaths. <smile> Hope
you like it!

Pab.

o0o

The Schoolgirl and the Pirate
by Pablo

The twenty-eighth day of July. And the twenty-eighth night of July.

She is sleeping now, curled up on her side in the middle of my bed,
her dark hair spread wantonly, the little finger on her right hand
slid inside the corner of her mouth. The sea seems to be sleeping too,
as if to quiet her after her sobs and screams. Or as if quieted by
her. Diary, I may be losing myself to childish romanticism. She must
not find out. Not yet. Not yet.

How far this creature has travelled, and what hardships she has faced,
I remain to discover. She has not been harshly treated, though. I
traced every inch of her dusky skin, and found only the faded remains
of six stripes across her cheeks. I know those marks, and well
recognise the skill with which they were administered. It seems that
the trail must lead back to an establishment of some strictness and
exclusivity. There is money here. Status. Power.

Perhaps the marks were the reason for her leaving. But I doubt that. A
spur, at the very most. I saw fire and spirit in her eyes. She would
always have broken away, in search of . . . I am sure she would not
know, could not say. Only, away. In a matter of time, she will both
know, and say. She will confess to me that she needs to be tamed. I
will nod, and then proceed to tame her. She will be tame for me, and
for no-one else. She will then be mine.

Aye, she is mine already, though only I know that. My belt has licked
fire into her bottom and thighs, my hand and knee made a child of her
again. I have diamonds enough for all the crowned heads of Europe, and
my boat creaks beneath the weight of liberated gold. Yet she is the
most precious thing in my life. And I have known of her for less than
a single day. This is such exquisite madness.

o0o

The twenty-ninth day of July.

This morning I sat a long time watching her sleep, wondering at how
she could have passed unnoticed amongst the crew of the Scarborough.
She has a cat's feral femininity. And yet, as I pictured once again
the scrubbed cabin boy I took from the Scarborough yesterday - his
features strong and proud, his hair pulled into a tight pony-tail, a
working solidity to his demeanour - I did wonder, Diary, if I saw
through the disguise at all. Perhaps it was the boy I saw, the boy I
took, the boy I wanted, more than all the trinkets. I do not know what
to make of this thought, but it intrigues me. That the boy was a girl,
and the girl a boy, might be nothing, or might be everything.

She awoke slowly, with her eyes first, scanning the cabin, her
instinct searching for escape. As I had hoped, she did not see me in
the shadows, but leapt for a cloak, then for the door.

Which was locked, of course. She turned, looking for another way, and
then saw me. I allowed myself a smile at her expense.

'Good morning,' I said. 'Did you sleep well?'

She reacted to this as if insulted to the core, flashing her brown
eyes, lifting her chin defiantly.

'Let me out of here,' she said.

I crossed the cabin towards her, but halted as she shrank a little
back to the wall, wrapping the cloak more tightly around her
nakedness.

'Beyond that door,' I said, keeping my voice level, 'are thirty-seven
men of no redeeming virtue. They have been away from port for seven
weeks. Have not seen so much as an inch of womanflesh during that time
- excepting one rather unusual cabin boy.' She glared, and I gave her
that smile which reveals the gold tooth. 'They have no consciences
individually, let alone together. But -' I drew the key from my
pocket, slotted it into the lock, turned. 'I might suggest that your
chances against the sharks would more favourable, but that is your
choice. It will, at least, be amusing to watch,' I lied.

She touched her full lips together once, twice.

'You are an animal,' she said.

I smiled, suddenly aware of the difference in height between us.

'We are all animals, lass,' I said. 'I, myself, am an irredeemable
mongrel. Those men are little more than vultures. What, I wonder, are
you, hmmm?'

She drew herself up.

'I am a lady,' she said, and there was more than haughteur in her
eyes.

'Some day,' I said. 'But not yet.' I turned the key in the other
direction. The cabin door locked with a satisfying clunk.

The minx then sprang across the room, throwing books, china - anything
she could find - in my direction. No more play. As I advanced on her,
she took refuge under the bed, as far from my reach as she could get.

I cleared the remaining books and charts from my desk. I could hear a
pained sobbing, at once anger and frustration and fear. She struggled
as I pulled her out, but calmed surprisingly as I took the cloak from
her shoulders, lifted her across the desk, and tied her tight, legs
wide, bottom high.

'Please,' she whimpered as she heard the belt slide from my pants. She
could have been asking for death itself. Perhaps she feared violation,
but that was not my aim, will never be. That part of her will be given
voluntarily, if at all. I am a mongrel, not a jackal. Her glorious
backside, though, is already mine to thrash.

Already scattered with weals from yesterday, her skin responded
quickly to the leather, and she howled with little restraint, her
tears soon dripping to the floor. As I lashed the belt across her
thighs, striping them crimson, I heard her screams and pleas as if
from outside the cabin, watching the men lick their lips, move closer.

I left her sobbing and shaking, while I hunted through a trunk for
more suitable clothing. There are many histories locked away here. I
found a simple light shift, and a belted grey tunic. She leaned
against me as I untied her and helped her into them, her hands moving
in air above her flesh, wanting to touch, not daring.

I did not clean or wipe her face. The streaks of sweat and tears were
beguiling to me. The salt on her skin pleased my lips.

Then I grasped her firmly around the neck with my right hand, unlocked
the door, and led her out to a bright, warm day. The wind blew her
sweat-heavy hair across her face. She did not try to prevent it or
move it aside.

There was no need to call the men. They had heard plenty, and their
eyes devoured her greedily.

I tightened my grip on her neck, turned her around, then lifted her
clothing at the back. There were scowls, rapacious grins, grunts of
yearning desire.

'This,' I called out across the ocean, 'belongs to me. Any man who
even thinks about touching my property will get to see his bowels
before the sharks do.'

I lifted my left leg onto a barrel, draped the girl across it, skirts
still hoisted, and hand-spanked yet more howls and tears from the
child. She kicked with abandon, revealing all her secrets to a band of
the scurviest dogs she could ever have found, not caring any more.

o0o

The thirtieth day of July.

She slept in my arms last night. Her sleep is troubled, but better for
the thrashings, I am sure.

Can she know that, I am sure for the first time in her short life, she
has discovered someone stronger, more determined and stubborn than she
could ever be? Perhaps not yet. But she will. She will.

Can she know that, even amongst sharks and jackals and vultures, she
could not possibly be safer than by my side? Perhaps she will. But not
yet. Not yet.

o0o

Mija

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Jul 30, 2000, 3:00:00 AM7/30/00
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Pablo wrote:
>
> o0o
>
>Anyone who went along to the treehouse to see Mija's party might
>have read this already. It's a little story I wrote for her, based
>on a collaborative fantasy we put together a while ago. It *feels*
>like the start of a series, but given how rare stories from me are,
>I would recommend not holding your collective breaths. <smile> Hope
>you like it!
>

<snip>

My deepest thanks to Pablo and all the wonderful people who
made this past birthday so kewl and fun. I can only hope that
everyone had as much fun at the party as I did. :)

And Pablo? You'll always be my pirate -- if you think you can
be cruel enough. ;)


Peace,

Mija

P&e - 'cause I like it that way.

"If trees could scream would we be so quick to cut them down?
Maybe. If they screamed all the time and for no good reason."

Visit Mija at The Treehouse. :) http://www.thetreehouse.net :)

la bookbabe (Michele)

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Jul 31, 2000, 3:00:00 AM7/31/00
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Paul, this is a remarkable story, and the writing is so good:

>Aye, she is mine already, though only I know that. My belt has licked
>fire into her bottom and thighs, my hand and knee made a child of her
>again. I have diamonds enough for all the crowned heads of Europe, and
>my boat creaks beneath the weight of liberated gold. Yet she is the
>most precious thing in my life. And I have known of her for less than
>a single day. This is such exquisite madness.

Thanks so much for posting this.

Michele, with a fondness for pirate stories

LizRTTrav

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Jul 31, 2000, 3:00:00 AM7/31/00
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Very nice, well-written, Pablo. Enjoyed it very much, even got a little
nostalgic. When I was very young I loved to read books about dark-spirited
pirates (Blackbeard, Capt Kidd, etc) and more innocent vanilla seafarers, like
Horatio Hornblower.

Thanks.

Liz

ILSA LASLOW

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Jul 31, 2000, 3:00:00 AM7/31/00
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Dear Pablo,

Thanks for a very hot story. Not unlike the romance novels I used to devour!

ILSA LASLOW

Laserlynx

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Jul 31, 2000, 3:00:00 AM7/31/00
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Dear Pablo,

Beautifully done.

Exquisite romance on the high Seas!

>She will confess to me that she needs to be tamed. I
>will nod, and then proceed to tame her. She will be tame for me, and
>for no-one else.

Sublimely moving and erotically charged.

What a superb tribute to your Lady! :)

Bestest,
Courtney

blackbo...@my-deja.com

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Aug 3, 2000, 3:00:00 AM8/3/00
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Interesting and well written story, Pablo. You state:

> Copyright 2000 to <Pablo....@newsguy.com> Please respect this
> copyright. Don't distribute or archive this story in any way except
> for personal use without explicit permission. No, it's not in the
> public domain. Ask first, okay? Thanks.

Is there any way one can realistically protect stories that are posted
in a forum such as this? I notice you wrote "Copyright." Have you ever
found your stories posted elswhere? It would be great to know how to
protect one's work in such a place. Just thinking aloud.

BB


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Before you buy.

Pablo

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Aug 4, 2000, 3:00:00 AM8/4/00
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blackbo...@my-deja.com wrote:
>
> Interesting and well written story, Pablo.

Thanks. :-)

> You state:


>
> > Copyright 2000 to <Pablo....@newsguy.com> Please respect this
> > copyright. Don't distribute or archive this story in any way except
> > for personal use without explicit permission. No, it's not in the
> > public domain. Ask first, okay? Thanks.
>

> Is there any way one can realistically protect stories that are posted
> in a forum such as this? I notice you wrote "Copyright." Have you ever
> found your stories posted elswhere? It would be great to know how to
> protect one's work in such a place. Just thinking aloud.

My experience is that a clear statement of copyright, like the one
I used here, can be a big help. There are lots of people out there
who are either ignorant or dismissive of copyright. Or both. Including
an unambiguous statement means they can't make the wrong assumptions.
The idea of 'public domain' seems to be widely misunderstood too. Lots
of people seem to think that if something's publicly *accessible*,
it's in the public domain. Or, at least, it's convenient for them to
pretend that's what they think.

You'll see disclaimers all the time on web-sites, saying that stuff
was taken from the web, and from Usenet, and was assumed to have been
released into the public domain. They then try to transfer the
responsibility to the original creator to ask them to remove stuff - if
they ever find the sites at all. It's ignorant and insulting, IMO.

Yes, I have found my stuff on plenty of other sites. Mostly, two
stories I wrote a while ago, which were archived without my permission,
along with a great many other stories, by a free kink-related site.
That archive then found its way to a number of other places on the web
(both free and not), and I've been catching up since. It can be
especially a problem if the original author attribution (and some
contact information) gets lost.

These days I tend to work quite actively to get stuff removed, and
I've been mostly successful. A firm but polite letter goes a long way,
and finding the right person to write to makes a big difference. Beyond
that, writing to ISPs which host web-sites can be effective. Most have
a pretty strong policy on copyright abuse these days.

Like most people, I think, when I started posting stories, the idea that
they might be taken and used by other people seemed ridiculous, or, if
and when it happened, a sort of compliment. When you've seen your stuff
used without permission to attract customers to some pretty scummy porn
sites, it makes you a little more worldly.

Any sort of content has some value to someone on the 'net, and there
are plenty of people out there who will just take it. I'd strongly
recommend anyone posting stories to make a clear statement about their
copyright, and to understand why that's important.

Hope this helps.

Pablo

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blackbo...@my-deja.com

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Aug 4, 2000, 3:00:00 AM8/4/00
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You wrote:

> Any sort of content has some value to someone on the 'net, and there
> are plenty of people out there who will just take it. I'd strongly
> recommend anyone posting stories to make a clear statement about their
> copyright, and to understand why that's important.

Thanks. Very useful advice.

Blackbostonian

Kessily

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Aug 16, 2000, 3:00:00 AM8/16/00
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Pablo,
Thank you for the story, it's been so long since you posted one I had
forgotten how much I enjoyed your work :)
kessily

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