Daughter of Crete ( Wolvenrogue and LittleDoll)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Non-Adult Sandbox =&gt; Non-Adult Roleplays =&gt; Topic started by: wolvenrogue on June 30, 2012, 09:53:41 pm</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Daughter of Crete ( Wolvenrogue and LittleDoll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolvenrogue</strong> on <strong>June 30, 2012, 09:53:41 pm</strong>
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				Nikos Thermopolae, guided his vessel the King EOS into the harbor at Crete. They had been patrolling the Aegean Sea now for two months and were desperately low on supplies.&nbsp; He left the ship in the hands of his quartermaster and went into the town square in search of some good wine and dance.&nbsp; After 8 weeks at sea he needed to relax. Kissamos on the north west end of the island featured a well protected harbor and a port district that catered to the sailors that were there on leave. There were plenty of Inns and cafes near the port, and the women who were mostly slaves were rented out for the sailors entertainment. For the women especially it was a hard life.&nbsp; <br><br>After a bottle of wine and a good dinner Captain Thermopolae returned to his ship to sleep it off. However when he arrived, his quartermaster presented him with an interesting situation. A young woman, a slave from Morroco had been found stowed away in their shipment of cargo. The Quartermaster awaited the captains decision as to how to handle the matter. In the meantime, the young woman had been chained and locked in the Captain's cabin for her own protection. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daughter of Crete ( Wolvenrogue and LittleDoll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>littledoll</strong> on <strong>July 01, 2012, 06:04:23 am</strong>
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				It wasn't hard to get past her master. It was the guards she had to worry about. The big tall men were more intimidating than her master. The last time she tired to escape, the guards beat her so badly, she lost conciseness. Her master locked her away for weeks only feeding her bread and water. It was horrible. But she knew if she wanted out of here, she needed to leave. She needed to free herself since no one was going to do it for her. She was able to distract the guards by letting the master's most prized possession out of his cage: His bird. They ended up running off for it, knowing they needed to catch it. With that, she snuck through the front gates and immediately wrapped herself as if she were a peasant and off she went.<br><br>But where she hid she felt was just another mistake. She thought if she hid in a ship maybe she could sneak a ride somewhere else. But after only a day, she was found. She was terrified they'd take her back to her master. She was frightened of the things the men could do to her. She had honey blonde hair, bright green-gray eyes along with a lean slender body to match her beautiful look. She didn't want to become another slave, not again. But then she was thrown in the captain's cabin. She sat in the corner, tied to a bed post. She was shaking and feared for the worst.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daughter of Crete ( Wolvenrogue and LittleDoll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolvenrogue</strong> on <strong>July 01, 2012, 09:43:12 am</strong>
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				When he heard of what was waiting in his cabin Nikos, pulled his quartermaster aside and gave him very explicit instructions, "Who else knows about the girl?" he asked. "Why no one sir, not even the first mate. I was the only one aboard."&nbsp; the quartermaster answered.&nbsp; "Good! we will keep it that way. I will spend the night in Kissamos, see that the girl is fed and that she has some bedding, but be certain of two things,&nbsp; no harm comes to her, and no one knows she is aboard.&nbsp; We push off in the morning, and I expect everything will be in order when arrive. If it arrive there will be three extra rations of&nbsp; Ouzo in it for you. Your a good man Kelos!" he patted the man on the back and headed back to Kissamos smiling at his good fortune. He would wait till they were at sea, where his word was law before he would deal with stow-away. <br><br>The next morning, when the Captain&nbsp; arrived aboard ship, the first mate had her ready to sail. The crew was back aboard and at the ready. Every man new that Captain Thermopolae expected everything in order.&nbsp; Nikos gave the command and the ship was pushed away from the dock and raised her sails. A stiff southwest breeze had her making a wake as moved out of the harbor and into the sea.&nbsp; They set a course North West to resume patrolling the Grecian West Coast.&nbsp; Nikos took the quartermaster aside. "Is my prize still safe and sound?" "yes sir" he said handing the captain a small key. "Good" he said, slowly walked to the aft of the ship inspecting the vessel as he went before retiring to his Cabin.&nbsp; "You have the helm" he said to the first mate and went inside.<br><br>By the corner of the bed lay a tiny figure curled up on a pile of sail cloth on the floor.&nbsp; She was fast asleep and didn't stir when he came in. Nikos was immediately struck by two things her diminutive size and he hair. The slaves on Crete had generally seen a lot of service and were anything but the wispy slender that this girl was, and never had he even experienced blonde hair. He walked over, sat on the bed and when she awoke he got another surprise, grey green eyes, To say that this girl was exotic was an understatement. <br><br>Nikos was an imposing figure of a man. He was tall and bronzed with a shock of Jet black hair. At 31 he was the youngest captain in the fleet, and near the most handsome. He fairly towered over this tiny woman as she lay in the pile of sail cloth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daughter of Crete ( Wolvenrogue and LittleDoll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>littledoll</strong> on <strong>July 01, 2012, 07:14:29 pm</strong>
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				She was shocked when she wasn't thrown into a cage, thrown to the crew of the ship as a sexual object or even just beaten and thrown off of the ship. She didn't know what else to do. But the man, the one man who she knew wasn't the captain, helped her along the way. Let her eat, wash up, even gave her more than what she had worn which was nothing. Her master didn't allow her clothing. All she had was that wrap. But the heat was too much for it. This man gave her a shirt, long sleeves and went just right past her bottom. It wasn't the most practical thing but it was enough. She kept the shirt buttoned down a little low because of the heat.<br><br>She had been given a makeshift bed inside this room. She was guessing it was the captain's or the man who had been taking care of her. But when the man told her before he locked her in that the captain will be arriving shortly. The room was lavished compared to what the boat looked like. I mean it wasn't bad but it wasn't the Caesar's lavish boat.<br><br>It wasn't long before she finally fell asleep. The bedding wasn't the bed but it was better than sleeping on the cold marble floor. Her bones weren't hurting every second she twisted and turned because of the cold and the hardness of the floor. To her, this was the best bed she had ever slept in. But was suddenly woken by someone. A man. She looked up at him as he looked down at her. She was frozen in fear before scrambling away and into the corner where she could go no further.<br><br>"I'm sorry." She whimpered as she tried to hide her face from the man she assumed to be the captain. He was a tall and a bit of an intimidating man. Quite good looking but scared her. Men scared her in general. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daughter of Crete ( Wolvenrogue and LittleDoll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolvenrogue</strong> on <strong>July 01, 2012, 09:24:28 pm</strong>
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				" Come back over here!" Nikos said, his deep voice reverberating in the cabin. " Stand up! I want a look at you." His voice a bit softer.&nbsp; The girl seemed very skittish as she hid in the corner.&nbsp; She hadn't been a sex slave.. They knew better. He waited a moment to see if she would comply or not.&nbsp; The mate had done as he was asked. She seemed in good enough condition for what he could see with her hiding in the dark corner. "come on girl" he said. Motioning with his hand lest she didn't understand him.<br><br>(sorry its short but need to know what your character is going to do)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daughter of Crete ( Wolvenrogue and LittleDoll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>littledoll</strong> on <strong>July 03, 2012, 08:04:28 am</strong>
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				(My apologies. I've been working and I've currently fallen ill. So forgive me.)<br><br>She flinched at the sound of his voice, fearing what he might do to her. She watched his hand from the corner of her eye. His voice softened a little but she was still scared. Slowly she inched her way out of the corner. She kept her pretty blonde hair in her face however. Just like Master Calius ordered her. No one but him shall gaze upon her face but his own. Her hair was in her face but it was flowy and soft. It was well taken care of unlike most slaves who's hair went disheveled and dirty. Slowly but surely she stood on her own, her hair down in her face, her head hung but now his eyes could see the long slender body that even beneath the large button down shirt, he could tell this woman was a well taken care of slave, other than some cuts, bruises and some scars here and there. But most prominantly, the scar on the inside of her wrists that looked fresh: Rope burn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daughter of Crete ( Wolvenrogue and LittleDoll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolvenrogue</strong> on <strong>July 03, 2012, 10:23:56 am</strong>
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				Nikos got up and walked around her lifting the shirt at different places. This girl had not been flogged. Her torso was&nbsp; not scarred.&nbsp; He pushed the hair from her face with a finger. One eye was dark and puffy and her left cheek was bruised. Clearly she had been beaten. That explained her timidity. He lifted her chin with a finger and smiled at her. She would make an excellent cabin servant and perhaps more. Time would tell. <br><br>He reached down and unchained her ankles using the key he was given. Now that they were at sea, she could not escape, and as timid as she was, he had no worries for her leaving the cabin.&nbsp; Do you speak Greek? He asked her.&nbsp; She certainly didn't look like she had been born on Crete. He had never seen a blonde haired woman.&nbsp; He knew this, she was valuable. First she was beautiful, and second so different from other slaves. She came at a high price, and whoever had owned her had been wealthy and probably powerful, and would want her back. He was better off keeping her presence on the ship a secret if he could. He would keep the cabin locked from now on.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daughter of Crete ( Wolvenrogue and LittleDoll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>littledoll</strong> on <strong>July 03, 2012, 10:35:16 am</strong>
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				With every moment, she flinched. She didn't like this. She didn't like being looked at from beneath her hair. Even Calius never looked at her in the face. Everything was done with her head down. She had never had certain treatments but a few. Calius' favorite: Whipping. The only downfall to her beautiful tight and lean body was the small thin scars. They didn't protrude from her skin like most scars would. It simply looked as though the skin that covered her once wounded back were darker than her beautifully tan skin. She could understand the man in front of her but she wasn't sure if he would be able to understand her.<br><br>"Dacia. Dacian." She spoke, pointing to herself. The gypsies were famous for their dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin. But not her. No sir. She had the beautiful sun kissed skin, a hair or two lighter than the pretty tan Dacian skin. Her blonde hair was a mixture of honey and the sun. In the light it was bright but in the shadows it looked almost dark strawberry-blonde. Her eyes seemed to glow from the shadows of her blonde sweet smelling locks. They were green-gray, almost like the sea on a stormy morning. She didn't even look Dacian. But she was. Well, half Dacian. Dacian-Germanic she was. But Dacia was her home.<br><br>(Just in case you are unsure, Dacia is today's Romania. Dacian = Romanian.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daughter of Crete ( Wolvenrogue and LittleDoll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolvenrogue</strong> on <strong>July 03, 2012, 09:10:17 pm</strong>
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				Nikkos spoke to her in her native tongue. He had grown up around Gypsies. " you are a very unlikely looking Gypsy", he said. "but very beautiful. Your people are a proud people. "From now on you will look up, and not hide behind your hair.&nbsp; Do you understand? Look up at me !"&nbsp; he said for emphasis.&nbsp; he made her stand straight and as tall as her 4 ft 6" stature would allow. Since you are a gypsy, I know you can dance. he pulled out a harmonica and played.&nbsp; "dance for me" he said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daughter of Crete ( Wolvenrogue and LittleDoll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>littledoll</strong> on <strong>July 04, 2012, 01:50:20 am</strong>
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				This man still frightened her. She was afraid of what he would do to her more so than her master. Her master was mean and a cruel man. He played mind games with her. That was how he controlled her. By playing the mind games that he knew would scare her enough to get her to do anything and everything at his bidding. But this man seemed to have a rawness in him. Something inside of him, in his eyes frightened her. But she sure didn't want to upset him already. She knew there was no going back now that she was on this ship that had already left port.<br><br>Slowly but surely she started to sway. She thought back to what her mother taught her. She thought back to the dances she had seen her family preform over and over. They were like records that played on repeat in the back of her mind now as she shakily and slowly started to dance. The long shirt was starting to ride up to just barely show the backs of her naked thighs, but still not revealing anything that she didn't want seen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daughter of Crete ( Wolvenrogue and LittleDoll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolvenrogue</strong> on <strong>July 04, 2012, 06:07:50 pm</strong>
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				Nikos smiled and played faster. He took great pleasure in seeing such a lovely creature moving gracefully before him. He watched the rhythm of her feet as she kept time to his music and when he finally stopped and she bowed before him he applauded her.&nbsp; He felt oddly sorry for the creature as she was compelled to do what she was told regardless of how it effected her.&nbsp; She barely older than his own daughter, whom with his being at sea, he hadn't seen in some years, but whom he remembered fondly and sincerely hoped was safe and in good heath. When she had finished her dance he was carried away with its beauty, and Spontaneously stood up from the bed and hugged the girl, not as a sailor would hug a whore, but as a father would hug a daughter. <br><br>He sat down and just looked at her. Something odd had just happened and it was obvious that they both knew it. She stood quiet before him. the look on her face seemed to him to show that she was just as shocked as he was at that moment. He got up from the bed and went to his cabinet and took out a piece of rock candy, a great luxury at the time and held it out to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daughter of Crete ( Wolvenrogue and LittleDoll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>littledoll</strong> on <strong>July 05, 2012, 05:54:42 am</strong>
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				She tried her best to please him. She didn't want to upset the man who's ship she took refuge on. For she knew she'd do anything to stay on his ship. She'd do anything to not have to go back. She dreaded it. Anything was better than Calius. <strong>Anything</strong>. She hated him deeply and from the time she was 10 till just a few days ago, he had done nothing but hurt her, abuse her, make her do his bidding and played the most horrible mind games with the young girl. He would make her cry, laugh at her, tell her it was her fault and then console her because <em>"His slave was his love. He didn't want her to be disobedient. She had to be a good girl."</em> She could remember everything.<br><br>But suddenly when the music stopped, he hugged her. And not in a way she was used to. She gasped a little before he put her back down on her feet. She just watched him, shocked almost. She couldn't believe he has hugged her. But he quickly moved to grab something before handing it to her. She stared at the candy in her hand, not knowing anything of it.<br><br>"Sir?" She asked, holding the candy up, as if to ask, What is this?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Daughter of Crete ( Wolvenrogue and LittleDoll)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolvenrogue</strong> on <strong>July 06, 2012, 03:46:11 am</strong>
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				"taste it" he said.&nbsp; "Its candy.&nbsp; Have you never tasted candy? Its a treat for you for being such a good girl.&nbsp; He smiled at her as looked at the small lump of sugar. "Go on, taste it. I promise its good."&nbsp; If she was waiting for a cruel trick there wasn't one coming.&nbsp; He waited patiently wanting to enjoy her first experience with sugar.&nbsp; <br><br>He remembered back to his first taste as a very small boy, and how it had lit up his taste-buds and his face, and the look in his Grandpa's eyes when he gave it to him.&nbsp; Being at sea, Nikos had missed those opportunities with his own children, and now wanted it with her.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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