<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mess Hall<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alex Macauley...and anyone else.<br/><hr/><br/>This wasn't the best decision Mari had ever made...that was for sure. And this is coming from a girl who had a history of impulsive and rash decisions. As soon as she saw the looks on the men's faces, she knew she was screwed...and if she didn't get out soon, she'd be literally screwed as well. Eyes widening in horror, she spun around, trying to find an opening in the gathering storm, but there was none. Every time she thought she might see a gap, another horny sailor filled it in before she could make a run for it.<br/><br/>Soon, there was no way she could run anyway. Hands groped...squeezed...grabbed...caressed...pulled...molested. She had never felt so violated, and she didn't like it one bit. Screaming at them, she fought like a hell-cat, twisting and turning. Several of the close sailors would find themselves with bite marks...scratches and bruises from her flailing limbs.<br/><br/>"Stop it! Get off of me! No!"<br/><br/>They began tearing at her clothes, and soon the top half of her jumpsuit was ripped open and down. Her bra was shredded to pieces, and her left breast was entirely revealed. Her right breast was barely covered, and soon one of the sailors got rid of even that. She was topless, and as she fought, the hands got rougher.<br/><br/><em>"Ooh...she's a fighter!"</em><br/><br/><em>"Hold her down, Grimes."</em><br/><br/><em>"Damn...look at those tits!"</em><br/><br/><em>"Hurry up! I wanna see her pussy! Does the carpet match the curtains?"</em><br/><br/><em>"Fuck! The bitch bit me! She actually bit me!"</em><br/><br/><em>"Watch out...this kitty has claws..."</em><br/><br/><em>"Somebody tie her down! I don't wanna lose an eye..."</em><br/><br/>She was bombarded by all the lewd comments, and her skin was bruised and red from all the rough hands. The seamen were horny, and beyond that, they hadn't had a woman in months. Being gentle was the last thing on their minds, and her fighting made some mad enough to purposely hit her. Her snow white skin...obviously natural for a redhead...was easily marked, and she looked a mess by the time Alex finally was able to intervene. She never thought she'd be so glad to see him, but when he managed to get through the mob, she clung onto him tightly...glaring around at the sailors.<br/><br/>Finally he managed to get them out and she had trouble keeping up with him.<br/><br/><strong>"Wait! We can't just leave Ophelia there..."</strong><br/><br/>But he ignored her. Soon they were in his stateroom again, and she panted as she looked up at him. Her red hair was messy and wild...her pale skin exposed and marked, although her lower half was still covered. It took a few moments, but she finally straightened and looked up at him. She had intended to thank him, but if there was one word you didn't call Mari, it was stupid.<em>No one</em>called her stupid. Reckless, yes. Unreasonable, sure. Impetuous, definitely. But stupid or dumb? Never.<br/><br/>Her blue eyes flashed dangerously at him and she moved forward with a gait not unlike a panther. She seemed to forget about her state of undress.<br/><br/><strong>"Excuse me? There is a vast difference between being stupid and being reckless. I'll admit that what I did was reckless and not thought through. However, I would think if someone you cared about was naked and bound in a cage with dozens of horny sailors around, you might be willing to be reckless as well. I know I screwed up...obviously. I also know that you saved me, and I was going to thank you. However, you might want to get off your high horse and stop thinking that I'm supposed to just grovel at your feet and obey your every word."</strong><br/><br/>She was breathing hard, and her chest heaved in anger.<br/><br/>