Submarine maidens are trouble - IC
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				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 17:18:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Submarine Maidens</strong> are <em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">trouble</span></em></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/19/Submarine.jpg)</div><br><em>Eloise Monot<br>August 4th 1966<br>On a yacht<br>Somewhere in the Atlantic</em><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2f/202052418_Z1554_BK_Y31013_CABK_Z1271_BKMU_122_568lo.jpg)</div>When the ship had emerged, Eloise had been on the deck. She couldn’t say for sure if she remembered where Holland and Yoko were at that time, but Ophelia had been below deck, in another attempt to repair their ship. After three days and without any help in sight, Eloise’s anguish was slowly turning into real panic. Their calls for help on the radio had yielded no results, to the point of wondering if they ever even reached anyone. Any attempt to repair the damage had failed, and Ophelia was the only one on board who had any chance of doing any repairs anyway. Thoughts of dying in the middle of the Atlantic had plagued her nights. And now this.<br><br>What had initially appeared to be a massive beast emerging from the depths of the ocean turned out to be a submarine. Of all the sights they had hoped for – an airplane flying over, a cruise ship passing by, a merchant ship spotting them, even coming upon land – this was the one possibility she had never considered. She pointlessly waved and screamed, an act that was completely obsolete, since the ship would not have emerged right in front of them had they not been there to help them. <br><br>She picked up the binoculars she had been using to scan the horizon for the past days and pointed them at the ship. A bulkhead had seemingly opened and a handful of men were emerging. Eventually a small rubber ship also emerged, and it was put to the water, with a pair of men manning it. <strong>“Ophelia, get your butt up here, we’re going to be rescued!” </strong>She shouted down into the ship, having briefly forgotten about her friend who was still toiling away in an attempt to make repairs. <br><br>Eloise moved to the bow of the ship and waved eagerly at the approaching little boat. When they came about and stopped at the aft, she moved there and welcome them aboard. The tall black man who boarded the yacht was greeted with an excited hug. <strong>“Oh thank God! We thought we were goners out here… it’s been three days and not a single ship in sight…” </strong>Little did she know, this was not the end but merely the beginning of her adventure…<br><br><hr><em>Chief Petty Officer Joseph Harden<br>USS Triton<br>N13 34 54W31 44 35</em><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/Joseph_Harden.jpg)</div>What had started as a very ordinary day for Joseph had turned odd. The chatter had started all over the ship after an impromptu meeting had been held amongst all senior officers. Talk of changed mission parameters, even one or two doomsday prophets who claimed they had been ordered to shoot some nuclear ordinance towards the Commie bastards. But when he had been summoned by the captain, the task at hand could not have been more unexpected. For one thing, they were rising to the surface, when their mission itinerary had provided for at least a few more weeks of depth dwelling. Secondly, him and Petty Office Zanovic had been ordered to fetch a boat and then briefed they would be rescuing some stranded civilians who were astray on a boat. <br><br>Not one to question a superior’s orders, Joseph had just acknowledged that he understood them and after they had broken to the surface, him and Zanovic started moving towards the civilian yacht. Joseph’s next surprise came when he was confronted with the first passenger of said ship. On the bow was a dark-haired and scantily clad young woman, who was waving and shouting at them agitatedly. When they came around the stern and boarded the yacht, the same woman soon hung around his neck, her breasts pressing tightly up against his chest.<strong> “Erm… yes ma’am, we are here to save you…”</strong> Joseph had been ordered to hurry up the evacuation so they could limit their time above water. He detached the woman’s arm’s from his neck and inquired. <strong>“How many of you are there?” </strong>After he was told the number, he instructed Zanovic to help the women on board. The darkhaired girl volunteered to get her friend from below deck, and soon him, Zanovic and four attractive young women were returning to the Triton. Even then, Joseph Harden knew he was peddling himself back to a ship of trouble… <br>
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				Post by: <strong>dreamster</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 21:46:04</strong>
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				(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0yRPk1ZQkdA/TvL6gmwiy3I/AAAAAAAAEpc/L82Klw_iAYg/s1600/RF+Schindler%2527s+List.jpg)<br><br><em>Captain Edward Hawkes<br>Commanding Officer, USS Triton<br>N13 34 54W31 44 35</em><br><br>If there was anything Captain Hawkes loathed more than the indiscipline and a general lack of purpose which characterized the youth of the day, it was administrative interference in his mission. He hated pen pushers as much as he hated the Communists themselves. But The Hawk was not a man given to express his displeasure, unless of course to the most unfortunate ones under his command. And so he restricted his reply to the official communique to <em>'Affirmative'</em>. He couldn't see the slightest sense in the orders which would put all their recon work at halt, by asking them to lay low. Weeks of fuel and manpower would be wasted by restricting their movements.<br><br><strong>"Bunch of pussies"</strong> was his concluding remark at the morning briefing to the senior officers. Or, it would have been, had a petty officer not asked for permission to enter. The radio had caught distress messages from a stranded vessel, he informed. A civilian vessel, with two distinct female voices on the radio. The Triton had been closer to the surface that morning to aid radio contact as per schedule, and they were supposed to descend soon. A couple of senior officers voiced their irritation at such an interruption, and another sneered about living to see the day a nuclear sub was reduced to a coast guard boat. But they all snapped their mouths shut as Hawkes got off his chair, cigar in mouth. They let him consider in total silence, and it was a minute before he had made his decision. <br><br>Of course, no one dared to debate the merits of his decision. The moment the petty officer left with his orders, those on the table started murmuring about how it would have been unsafe to leave civilians stranded in open water. The meeting had been dismissed by the time the petty officer brought Harden to the captain's office. Hawkes wanted Harden to be the one entrusted with the task. He liked the guy's no-nonsense attitude. A perfect officer to have under one's command, the Hawk thought and smiled after Harden took his leave. <br><br>Hawkes knew though that the crew would be puzzled by his decision. Civilians were never supposed to enter a sub, and the yacht had women too, who were a strict no-no underwater. He found himself amused at his crew's confusion. He wasn't worried about explaining his decision to his superiors later. His reputation would lend his decision an air of nobility, when the Navy would look back at these events a few months from now. But he realized he was going to make two very different worlds collide, and that could only lead to chaos. He rubbed out his cigar, and went to the stateroom, where he'd asked Harden to bring the civilians to.
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				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 22:45:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.gamerant.com/wp-content/uploads/dominic-purcell-commander-shepard.jpg)</div><br><strong>Commander Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>The Commander was as annoyed with the delay in activity as most of the crew was. He considered the ship and the manpower on it elite, and such a hiatus felt like a complete waste. When the news of the endangered boat showed, he was glad that the Captain wanted to launch a rescue. Not only it would halt the monotony of the ship somewhat but also they would be helping U.S. civilians.<br><br>He headed to the stateroom wishing to address the Captain before the rescues showed, he too knew of the women. Trevor himself felt tempted by the idea of women on board and he had years of discipline and a high rank to provide him with temperance, also officer work involved thinking that kept them busy. The lower ranks, they would grow restless easily, so leaving civilians walking around could only cause trouble.<br><br>"Sir" he started "I agree with your decision of allowing these citizens on board, but I hope you would consider strictly limiting their presence on the ship. Nobody here would question your authority, but I think it's better if we don't test the discipline of the lower ranks around women."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 23:35:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1194.photobucket.com/albums/aa363/bookwormbaby85/holland.jpg)</div><em>Holland Bozeman<br>August 4th 1966<br>On a yacht<br>Adrift in the Atlantic</em><br><br>When Holland and her friends realized that they were drifting aimlessly on the Atlantic, ripples of panic began to set in among them and she was no different. She'd promised her father that she would at least attempt to keep her name out of the headlines, he hadn't asked her to stop having fun just that she limit her fun to events and hobbies that kept their name out of the paper. She wondered if three days was long enough for headlines to start popping up about all of the girls since all of them were fairly large public figures. The thing about impromptu yacht adventures was that they weren't planned and as far as Holland could tell no one knew about them hopping aboard the yacht and heading out to party at sea for a day or two.&nbsp; <br><br>Until this morning she'd spent the two days since this happened on the deck watching the horizon like Eloise was doing now, but she'd grown tired of watching the sea roll beneath them while no ships or airplanes approached so she'd gone below decks to the cabin she'd claimed for her own the first night. That is where she was when she'd heard L start yelling for Ophelia, at first Holland had ignored all of the yelling in favor of the book she'd been reading but the girl just go louder... and there was something else, a mans voice?<br><br>Holland tossed the book back into her bag and ran towards the stairs nearly running smack into L <strong>"Either I'm going crazy or I heard a mans voice... did somebody find us?"</strong> she looked beyond the girl up the stairs to see a large black man heading towards them. She nearly screamed with happiness as she dashed back to her cabin to grab her back <strong>"We're getting the heck off this boat!"</strong> she said excitedly. With her small bag over her shoulder she made her way to the deck and stopped short, they were being rescued by a submarine! They were about to go from floating above the water to be submerged in it. She had to wonder, would this really be an improvement?
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				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 01:01:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Yoko1.jpg)</div><em>Yoko Yamagi<br>August 4th 1966<br>On a yacht<br>Adrift in the Atlantic</em><br><br>Yoko had been grateful for the trip. She'd been exhausted of traveling with her father. As much as she loved him, it was hard on her to spend day and night following him around. Hideyoshi never stopped moving for an instant. "I'll quit when I'm dead," he had once said, then followed with, "and that's when you'll take over." This brought her no small amount of dread. E-Sec hadn't gotten so big and influential because it's founder was resting on his laurels, that was for sure. So when she was finally given a chance for a little rest and relaxation, she took it. She could be with some other young women who probably shared a few of her problems and the whole lot of them could unwind and have fun. And so they did.<br><br>For a little while.<br><br>The accident had left them all stranded and in the middle of the ocean with little hope of rescue. She'd tried to keep all the other girls upbeat and hopeful and it had been working fairly well thus far, but Yoko had feared how long their morale would hold up. Just when she finally started to worry she heard shouting above and jogged from the kitchen to the upper deck of the yacht. She passed Holland along the way, the blonde remarking, "Either I'm going crazy or I heard a man's voice... did somebody find us?" Yoko grinned cheerily and nodded, "I think so!" She followed Holland up and together they spotted the large man and... the... submarine, of all things! She ran to the railing and grinned happily, jumping and waving at the little rubber boat that had come to their rescue, "Alright! Our saviors!" This jumping caused no small amount of bouncing of the rather endowed young lady's bosom, much of it on open display as she was dressed in a pink bikini. There seemed to be little point to putting on more clothes while they were stranded. Yoko did manage to notice Holly's bag around this point, however, and quickly rushed below to pack her clothes in one of her own. Still bikni-clad (she was afraid they'd leave without her) she rushed back up as fast as she could, afraid of missing anything. 
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				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 01:54:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the engine room<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Trying to repair the engine<br><br></strong></div>Ophelia was busy in the engine room. She had been trying to restart the damned machine for most of the last three days, after checking every system she could think of. Although she had tried to hide it to her friends, she knew that if the yacht could not start moving again, there was little chance they would be found and saved. She could not understand what was wrong. Maybe some bug in the electronic devices that were controlling so many parts.<br><br>The compartment was hot and greasy, and so was Ophelia Rockfeller, sweaty with her long red mane plastered against her face. She was wearing oil-stained white shorts, a greasy tank-top that left most of her midriff uncovered, the skipper hat she traditionally wore at sea, with the little insign of the submariners pinned on its front, and a pair of tongs on her feet.<br><br>She made a new attempt and cursed as the engine remained silent. And then she heard Eloise calling her name. <em>What the hell is happening now? Can they not remain calm and refrain from touching everything?</em> Still, there was some urgency in her friend's voice that decided Ophelia to climb out of her pit.<br><br>She emerged on the deck, blinking in the bright sun and brushing the sweat from her forehead.<br><br><strong>"What the hell is it again..."</strong> she began but stopped short as she saw several men on board. She could not believe it. They were being rescued!<br><br>Forgetting how filthy she was, she walked to the black man who seemed to be the chief.<br><br><strong>"Welcome on board, Sir. I am Ophelia Rockfeller, skipper of the Queen of the Caraibs. I'm afraid I can't save my engine. Could you please tug us to the nearest port?" </strong>
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				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 09:30:43</strong>
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				<strong>Chief Petty Officer Joseph Harden</strong><br><br>Before him and Zanovic had ushered the girls into the boat, Joseph had taken the time to answer the little redheaded “skipper” captain.<strong> “I’m afraid we have neither the time nor the authorization to salvage your ship, ma’am. Our orders are simply to return all the passenger of your boat to ours. The captain will tell you everything else you need to know.”</strong> The more they neared the Triton, the more Joseph realized that the Hawk’s decision would turn out an unmitigated disaster. Already Zanovic – who was one of the more disciplined sailors on board – was stealing glances at the Asian girl’s cleavage. How on earth the captain hoped to contain a couple of hundred red-blooded men who hadn’t even seen a woman in the last few months was a mystery to him. Would the old iron-eater finally overplay his hand?<br><br>It wasn’t his problem to worry about, at least not once he got the women in front of the captain. Zanovic and him helped the five girls on board of the Triton and then lead them inside the submarine. Once they arrived at the stateroom, he dismissed Zanovic – not before stressing the need for discretion again, likely in vain. After that he buzzed on the button next to the bulkhead door to let his presence be known. He stepped out of the way to let the women pass.<strong> “Please ladies, our captain is waiting inside, he will answer any questions you might have.” </strong>After the women had filed into the room, Joseph followed them in.<strong> “Captain… the civilian vessel has been evacuated as per orders.” <br></strong>
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				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 09:53:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/4d6ddc57a16b6_2.jpg)</div>Jaime Rickshaw<br>August 4th 1966<br>On a <em>broken</em> yacht<br>In God knows where<br><br>Jaimie's mother said that no matter what the situation, a proper lady must always be calm, and this little lady had been trained well.&nbsp; These past three days had been spent watching Eloise and Holland trying to reach out to any passing sign of human activity, trying to offer Ophelia water or any other kind of comfort while she tried in vain to repair their boat, and being thankful for Yoko's optimism and good humor.&nbsp; <br>But good humor could only get you so far. <br>As pristine and placid as Jaimie kept her exterior, she had spent her nights chasing sleep and running from anxiety and panic.&nbsp; Her foundation and concealer would run-out in a week just trying to cover up the circles forming under her eyes. She missed her family, her home and the comfort of solid land under her feet.<br><br>Today she spent her time looking out at sea, trying to gauge how far they had sailed, and how far they had drifted off course.&nbsp; She snapped back to reality when she heard Eloise crying out something new, news that they were to be saved.&nbsp; Without even thinking Jaime ran to the other end of the boat to find a rubber dingy and strange men in uniform.&nbsp; Her false facade of calm broke, and a smile of cautious optimism curved her shapely lips.<br><strong>"We are saved."</strong> Jaimie said, looking to Holland, relief clearly shining on her face.&nbsp; Jaime did not notice how much tension had built up inside her until she felt it washing out of her.<br><strong>"Do not worry about your boat Ophelia, we are lucky simply to leave this boat with our lives!"</strong> Jaimie said, trying to reconcile her friend to the idea of not being able to return home with the extravagant yacht.<br><strong>"Before we go, I must grab my things."</strong> Jaimie said, suddenly nothing but smiles, to the dark skinned man before rushing off bellow.&nbsp; After she returned carrying a heavy bag, and now sported a jacket over her white sun dress.<br><br>The light shining on Jaimie's face was dimmed once they were led to a submarine.&nbsp; Reason took hold and she realized that this was no ordinary rescue team, if they were even that at all.&nbsp; And the way some of these men were eyeballing Yoko's chest made Jaime even more uneasy. <br><strong>"Yoko, would you like to borrow my jacket?"</strong> Jaime whispered.&nbsp; <br><br>Jaime knew next to nothing about the military, and even less about submarines, and while she was naive she was no idiot.<br><strong>"Thank you for saving us, but I need to ask when will we be docking?"</strong> Looking around at all the stern faced men in the room, she hastily added, <strong>"Captain, sir."</strong> <br>She prayed the answer would be sooner than later.
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				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 10:01:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the stateroom<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Introducing her friends to the Captain<br><br></strong></div><strong>Ophelia</strong> had been hurried into the boat without having time to change or gather private properties. She could not understand the need for so much speed. She tried to protest but the chief of the rescue team would only defer her to the submarine commander.<br><br>She felt filthy and greasy, and indeed she was. Her looks were quite different from her friends although she was probably the wealthier of them all. And because her hands too were greasy, she could not even try to readjust herself. She hated to be in such a revealing outfit among men. And she found that this was not helping at all her need to be understood and taken into account.<br><br>She entered the submarine, looking around with awe at all the machinery and electronic equipment. It seemed that they had just been transferred from 20th century into some science-fiction universe. Somehow, her outfit did not see that out of place, now.<br><br>They were led to the commandant. As they entered the room, she smiled at him and presented themselves.<br><br><strong>"Mr Commandant, please allow me to introduce my friends and myself. This is Ms Eloise Monot, Ms Holland Bozeman, Ms Yoko Amagi, Ms Jaime Rickshaw, and myself Ophelia Rockefeller, owner and skipper of the ship you have rescued with so much talent and gallantry. For this we shall all be for ever deeply grateful. You may be sure that my father will do everything his immense power can do to help the advancement of your career. I am much pleased to be on board your great ship. Still I am a little concerned about my yacht : It is worth a hundred millions dollars and I would not want to see it drifting randomly across the ocean. And surely my dad would not like it either. I understand that you cannot tug it to a port, but could you please call your base so that they send us urgently a rescue team? Or at least inform my father?"</strong><br><br>As she spoke, she was acting very confidently but she was also using all the charming techniques she had developed since her teenage to win herself the approval of her male protagonists. Her smile was her best weapon, but her firm and proud bosom was not far behind, and she knew how to use both to her best advantage.
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				Post by: <strong>dreamster</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 16:47:45</strong>
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				<strong>The Hawk</strong> considered what the commander had just said. He was glad to see the commander had assessed the situation well and was making a good suggestion. Macheath was good, as he'd found out from his contacts. The Hawk nodded and replied, <strong>"Thank you, Commander. Rest assured, I won't let anything get into the way of officers discharging their duties with utmost efficiency on the Triton, as they've always done."</strong> And after a moment's pause, he added, <strong>"And I have full faith in your capabilities of keeping your men in line."</strong> Then with an almost imperceptible nod, he signaled that the commander may take his leave. He didn't wish to tell anything about his plans to the commander.<br><br>Within a few minutes, the doorbell buzzed, and five ladies filed in, followed by Harden. <strong>"Thank you, Officer Harden, good job done"</strong>, he said. <strong>"Now if you'd please wait outside, while I de-brief the ladies here."</strong> Even before Harden had made his way out, he heard one of the ladies ask him about docking plans. And then another, the red haired one who was easy on the eyes inspite of her state, spoke about being the owner and skipper. She also went on about her father, but the Hawk decided it wasn't worth paying any attention. He did pay attention to her body language though, and couldn't help telling himself he was going to have special fun with this one.<br><br>He smiled one of his own charming smiles, generally reserved only for the wives of his superiors, his best defence against their constant yakking. <strong>"Now, now, we'll have enough time to go over the details, Miss Rockefeller. And I'll answer all your questions in due time, Miss Rickshaw. Before that,you'll need to answer some of my questions though."</strong> Pointing to the sofa and his king size bed, he added, <strong>"Please do sit down, all of you."</strong> Lighting up a cigarette, he wondered how these girls, darlings of their rich fathers and given to yachting holidays, would fare down in the ocean's depths. He wouldn't go soft on them at all, of course. If anything, his resolve was now stronger that they needed an experience of what living by rules meant. <br><br>He began, <strong>"Now, I imagine you're all relieved to have been spotted and rescued from your malfunctioning boat, and you have good reason to be so. But given that you are now on board a US Navy vessel - and mind you, I'm risking my job putting civilians in a US Navy sub - the least you can do in return is respect your surroundings and the rules here."</strong> Taking another puff, he continued, <strong>"Do that, and I shall personally ensure that you enjoy a comfortable stay till the time we surface next. But if there's one thing the people in this submarine have zero tolerance for,"</strong> he said, looking straight into the skipper girl's eyes, <strong>"it is breaking rules. Trust me, you don't want to be on the wrong side of these men." </strong> He let them digest that, as he stubbed his cigarette into the ash tray. <br><br>With another smile, he announced, <strong>"Now, I imagine Officer Harden was kind enough to let you join him on the way down here without getting a chance to search you or your bags. He probably didn't want to hassle you then and there, but now that you know you're safe, perhaps we can get done with it."</strong> Holding his arm out, he said, <strong>"Please come forward, one by one and empty the contents of your bag on the floor before you. Don't worry, I won't strip search you, but of course given that there are no women on the sub, you have to submit to a pat down by me."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 16:51:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://ts1.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=5025430211593472&amp;id=76eb81e5e454240fec652e8e2d5c77a3)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Levan<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Role:</strong> Radio expert and codebreaker<br><hr><br>Adrian had intercepted the radio signal from the ship, which was sending out some messages. It was quite an unusual message too, a female officer from an expensive yacht asking for help? Adrian shrugged to himself and passed the message on to his superiors. He wasn't too concerned with civilians over here, it wasn't quite Russian territory yet. He just hoped they didn't make a huge detour for this. He didn't want to spend more time on this submarine than he had to, after all.<br><br>He wondered what the civilians that they had rescued were like, though, so began rousing himself up to head upstairs to the stateroom, to see what was going on. The captain would probably order them brought to the stateroom, so that would be the place to go.<br><br>Adrian went to his quarters, to change and rest. The boat seemed to be at a stop to rescue the civilians, so he took the chance to take a break. It wasn't likely that they would receive any communications in that time, and even if they did, he had the current input recorded. There were other radio officers, but Adrian thought they were stupid, so he preferred to listen to all of the broadcasts himself, just to be safe. He was also the only one who could break the codes that he heard, which the other men might not even recognize.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 17:03:16</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise Monot</strong><br><br>Eloise hadn’t really considered what would happen once they made their way on board the submarine. She had marveled at the wonder of technology initially, but by the time they had arrived at the captain’s quarters, all she could notice was how gray and claustrophobic the entire thing felt. This was not a pleasant environment… She sincerely hoped they would not be required to stay on board for a moment longer than necessary. <br><br>She was relieved that Ophelia took the word initially, since she was slight intimidated by the captain. He seemed an especially stern and harsh man, but she imagined it was necessary for a man in his position to convey those ‘qualities’. She was a bit sorry to see the black sailor leaving, she had gotten much better vibes from him than from the captain who was eyeing them with interest now. <br><br>Her mouth fell open in surprise after he started opening his mouth. No mention of when they would be dropped off at a nearby port. Instead, a harsh speech about following his rules… And then, the request! To show him their possessions… As well as submit to a pat-down! This was not going as she had hoped, not at all. Overcoming her fear of speaking, she cleared her throat and addressed the captain. <strong>“Excuse me captain… but could you tell us when exactly you will drop us off at a nearby port? Our parents are probably worried sick by now… And I don’t see why it’s necessary for us to show you our luggage, all we have are some clothes and personal items. As for the pat-down, surely a man in your position can appreciate how highly inappropriate it would be for you to do so!”</strong> She raised an eyebrow in surprise. The man conveyed an air of cool professionalism, but his request to search them seemed anything but… At least to her. <br><br><strong>Joseph Harden</strong><br><br>Joseph had left the captain’s quarters at his request, but he was still near enough to hear Hawk’s speech… As well as one of the girl’s replies. He shook his head, Hawk would not appreciate her candor… Already the trouble was starting and the five dames were barely a few minutes on board. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 17:19:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the stateroom<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Confronting the Captain<br><br></strong></div>Ophelia was shocked by how the Commandant was addressing her. She was not used to be contradicted. But there was something in his voice that made her stay mute as he explained the rules. But inside her, anger was boiling up.<br><br>As he finished his speech, she was on the verge of exploding, but she knew better and managed to regain her calm before she replied. However, her tone was ice-breaking.<br><br><strong>"Leave it to me, Eloise. I'm going to make things <em>perfectly</em> clear to that gentleman,"</strong> she began, talking to Eloise. Then she turned to the Hawke, <strong>"Listen, Captain, we are grateful for your help, and I assure you that we are not going to cause any trouble in your ship, but we are in the right to expect to be respected. I don't see why our bags should be inspected, and even less our bodies. Those are private properties. We are no terrorists. The best thing to do is leave us alone in some private quarters until some rescue ship can take us aboard. I'm sure we can come up with some agreement. And first thing: I was not allowed to collect my luggage before boarding the dingy. They are still on board MY ship. They are worth more than the annual pay of your whole crew in jewels. So, unless you want to meet the lawyers of my father, I suggest you allow us to go back recover our belonging properly. Don't forget that I am the Commanding Officer of the <em>Queen of the Carribean</em>. As such, I'm expecting to be treated as your equal."</strong><br><br>She had crossed her arms on her chest and was looking at the man defiantly.
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				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 17:25:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Yoko1.jpg)</div><em>Yoko Yamagi<br>August 4th 1966<br>On The USS Triton<br>Stateroom</em><br><br>It was practically a whirlwind from one place to the other. So much excitement, she barely got to open her mouth. The first thing that happened was that Jamie asked if she'd like to borrow a jacket. Yoko leaned in to reply that she wasn't cold and didn't nead one, but she could hardly get her mouth open before they were all moving along, ushered into the little rubber boat. She felt the hungry eyes of the sailors on her as they puttered along to the submarine, but paid it little heed. Really, she was too glad to be rescued to care. It was hard trying to be the hopeful one and she had started to feel down as well. It seemed like a miracle that they'd get rescued just as things really started to turn grim.<br><br>Once aboard they were ushered just as quickly to the stateroom. There, she looked at the commander of the sub. Or was it captain? She didn't know military ranks. What Yoko did know, however, was that he was one who was strict about the rules. She knew it from the moment she looked at his face. Her father was the exact same way. Ophelia's plea was going to fall upon deaf ears, she could tell. The man began, "Now, I imagine you're all relieved to have been spotted and rescued from your malfunctioning boat, and you have good reason to be so. But given that you are now on board a US Navy vessel - and mind you, I'm risking my job putting civilians in a US Navy sub - the least you can do in return is respect your surroundings and the rules here." Taking another puff, he continued, "Do that, and I shall personally ensure that you enjoy a comfortable stay till the time we surface next. But if there's one thing the people in this submarine have zero tolerance for," he said, looking straight into the skipper girl's eyes, "it is breaking rules. Trust me, you don't want to be on the wrong side of these men."<br><br>Yoko bobbed her head to herself. She'd called it. This was the kind of man who was ruler of his own little domain and he wanted things to be played by his rules. It wasn't just her father that ran things that way, she'd run into a fair amount of business people that did things the same way. They'd found a method that worked and wanted everyone to adhere to it. The best thing to do, she knew, was probably to just obey the orders. After all, they couldn't be stuck here for long... right? So when the captain requested a patdown and inspection, she stepped forward first, trying to seem amiable. She was trying her best to keep things going smoothly between the sailors and their little group. "It's a military vessel so I think we all understand the need for safety. Pat me down if you want, but I don't think I can hide anything deadly in a bikini." The asian girl smiled and then unzipped her little bag. She turned it out on the bed, revealing two sets of clothes, a hair brush, a book ('The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes'), and a toothbrush. She was in such a hurry she'd packed randomly, pretty much just grabbing what she could see and was within reach at the time. 
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				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 17:38:51</strong>
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				<strong>Commander Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>The Captain had appreciated his suggestion, however his mention of trusting his Commander's ability to keep everything in line, almost seemed as something to placate any other suggestion Trevor might have. It was odd that the Captain wanted to see this people alone, Hawkes authority would scare more people, but to Trevor it was better if one or two officers were present.<br><br>Puzzled as he was at the Captain's request, he knew better than to question him in something as trivial as that, as for his personal curiosity, he decided to search for Joseph. As one of the most trusted men, he was the one that lead the rescue, and would probably be pushed out of the quarter's much like Trevor had.<br><br>The idleness of the ship was awful, and so it was that Commander Macheath had nothing better than to search for the Chief Petty Officer. After a while he intercepted him more than likely walking away from the captain's quarters.<br><br>"Anything interesting Harden?" Outranking everyone except the Captain had its communication privileges, he was always one to favor communication over stuffy ranks when it was unnecessary. "I see that you got pushed out of the nest as well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 17:56:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/4d6ddc57a16b6_tiny.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;Jaimie Rickshaw<br>&nbsp;August 4th 1966<br>&nbsp;On The USS Triton<br>&nbsp;In the Captain's Quarters<br><br><br><hr><br>Jaime paid no attention any of the other men, even as they trickled out of the stateroom, her eyes were glued to the commanding presence in front of her.&nbsp; The commander was a stern man, more so than her father, and it unnerved her.&nbsp; Jaime was not used to being treated so coldly, in such a hard and unforgiving manner.&nbsp; His charming smiles did little to dull the edge of his words.&nbsp; <br><br>And quite frankly, the pat-downs seemed highly inappropriate.&nbsp; Her face flushed a deep crimson just at the thought of it.<br><strong>"I do think I speak for us all when I say we are all very thankful."</strong> She chimed in after Ophelia in a voice that did not sound like her own. Jaime was terrified, and she hoped it did not show. <strong> "But is that really necessary?&nbsp; I think you would agree that we are no threats to you or your crew.&nbsp; We will respect your rules, just as you should respect our privacy."</strong> Jaimie felt no need to stress that they were <em>ladies</em> and ladies should never be treated like this.&nbsp; Instinctively she clutched her bag closer to her body.<br><br>Jaimie's eyes widened with terror as Yoko stepped forward, offering herself.&nbsp; Stunned by surprise Jaimie stood there, watching, her arms crushing the contents of her bag.&nbsp; A shiver erupted from her body as she involuntarily imagined the captain's hands on her body.&nbsp; Jaimie felt a fresh blush coming over her and she quickly averted her eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 18:22:09</strong>
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				<hr><em>Holland Bozeman<br>August 4th 1966<br>Aboard The USS Triton<br>Captain's Stateroom</em><br><hr><br>Holland could see the nerves in Jamie and she laid a hand against her back and rubbed gently for a moment to try to calm her as she spoke <strong>"It'll be alright Jamie"</strong> she said softly. <strong>"But we're aboard a Navy vessel, and god only knows where we are. We could be in enemy territory for all we know. He has to be cautious for the safety of the sub and his men." </strong>and really aside from maybe Jamie all the girls had probably been felt up a time or two in their lives, what was once more for their safety? <strong>"I'm with Yoko, I'm not hiding anything but skin under this sweater and these shorts but do what you need to do Captain."</strong> Holland said as she slid off the bed and unzipped her pack emptying the contents of it onto the large bed, exposing two pairs of panties, a pair of shorts, two tops, a hair brush, a bottle of red nailpolish and her book - The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. <br><br>Once her bag was emptied for the captain to inspect she stepped forward to be searched, Holland was just grateful to be off the stalled yacht and if this guy wanted to cop a feel to make sure that his ship and men were safe well then by all means. Besides the Captain wasn't a bad looking guy, she had definitely been felt up by less pleasant people before. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dreamster</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 21:13:05</strong>
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				<strong>Captain Edward Hawkes</strong><br><br>Hawkes was at his best behavior, considering he let the girls protest, whimper, reason and even threaten him one by one. But he was having fun as well. He liked how some of them believed they had power down here, on his turf. The next few hours and days would rid them of their misgivings, and this was the best way for him to kill time till the pen pushers saw it fit to let the submarine do its job. He stayed motionless even as the oriental girl stepped forward, and later the blonde too. <br><br>He looked into each pair of eyes, and finally, addressing the two ladies who'd stepped forward, he nodded and said, <strong>"Thank you, ladies. I appreciate your understanding of this extraordinary situation. I realize it wouldn't have been easy for you to accept my terms. But"</strong>, he drew a breath, and added, <strong>"before I search you, I need to make some things clear to your friends. Especially, your skipper Miss Ophelia here."</strong> He rang a bell, and to the ensign who entered, he said, <strong>"Officer Harden. Commander Macheath. Now."</strong> <br><br>Turning to Eloise, he resumed, <strong>"Miss.... Eloise, is it? Yes, you see Miss, please don't mention the word 'port' during the rest of your stay here. You're way too deep below the ocean surface to be talking like that. As to your wondering about why your personal items need to be searched, I could tell you, if you were even a bit more polite, about how we've lost men to bombs hidden in handbags and lipstick pistols and sundry such items. But your attitude repels me. It doesn't make me want to explain things to you. Miss Jaime",</strong> he continued in the same tone, as he moved closer to Jaime, <strong>"is much more polite, and I'm grateful for that."</strong> He'd noticed her blushing earlier, and had wondered what it was about.<br><br>He then turned to Ophelia, and said, <strong>"Miss Ophelia, how do I begin answering you? The captain of the Queen of the Caribbean herself. You presume to be an equal in stature to the commanding officer of a bloody nuclear submarine? It is your father's wealth speaking, I assume. I can feel its stench coming out of every pore of your body. Pity I thought you were the most skilled of this bunch when I saw you all greased up, presumably during your attempts to repair your father's boat. You're just another spoilt little rich girl." </strong>He sneered in contempt, and shook his head, before continuing, <strong>"Well, in your case, I'll have to set an example. You see Miss, you're right now outside the domestic territory of the US and in a military zone, under the legal jurisdiction of the commanding officer. That is, me. And unless you want to be thrown out of the sub where the water pressure would choke you to painful death, this is how things stand. As the commanding officer, I deem your behavior too dangerous to let you stay with your friends. To even let you roam around freely in my sub. Until the time you've toned down your rhetoric and learnt some manners, I'm going to have you put under lock and key. My men should be here soon."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 22:22:16</strong>
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				Commander Trevor Macheath<br><br>Before he could get much out of Officer Harden, an ensign showed with orders for both of them to report to the Captain quarters. Trevor would have tried to press the ensign for information, but making Hawkes wait any longer than necessary was never a good idea.<br><br>"Guess I'll see for myself now" he spouted quickly before arriving.<br><br>The ensign opened the door for them and Commander Macheath had his military discipline alone to thank for not staring with an open mouth. It had been a long time since he had laid eyes on a woman, and in front of him were 5 stunning women, most in very revealing outfits.<br><br>Even if he stole a glance of each of them he focused on letting the Captain know of his presence and on awaiting instructions. He wasn't going to disrespect anyone by staring.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 08:46:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the stateroom<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Confronting the Captain<br><br></strong></div>Ophelia's face became red with anger. Her mouth opened, then closed as she glared at the Commandant, her eyes fixed into his, throwing thunderbolts. Then her hand instinctively looked for her purse, presumably to grab a business card of her lawyer. As she realised it was not there, the situation suddenly imposed itself upon her. Then she looked left and right to her friends, a spark of fear hardly visible in her slightly widened eyes.<br><br>Yoko and Holland were already obeying the orders, but Eloise and Jaime seemed defiant. She made a step to get closer to them, standing in front of them, as if to protect them... or was it to prevent them from obeying the Captain?<br><br>Feeling her friends next to her comforted her and she turned again to the Hawke. <strong>"You can't do that! We'll stay together! We are civilians, we have no order to receive from you!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 08:51:21</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise Monot<br></strong><br>Eloise swallowed visibly when she was told off by the captain. But that was nothing compared to the treatment Ophelia got! It seemed like they had merely gone from one bad situation to another. They wouldn’t die of thirst or hunger here, but they would be treated as nothing more than prisoners, and it seemed like they wouldn’t be leaving the submarine any time soon. She tried to avoid eye contact with the captain, and instead quietly stared down at the ground. Deciding that her luggage wasn’t worth the risk of being locked up like Ophelia, she opened the bag she had quickly grabbed and emptied the contents on the ground. A pair of bikinis, some underwear, a few tops and two pairs of denim shorts fell onto the ground, as well as her toiletry bag. She hadn’t exactly packed for a long stay, she suddenly realized.<br><br>After having submitted to the humiliation of having her things searched, she joined the pair of girls who had already submitted to the patting down. If it was really required, she might as well get it over with, though the protest and ambiguity she felt was still apparent in her eyes.<br><br><strong>Chief Petty Officer Joseph Harden</strong><br><br>Joseph Harden had not been expecting another summon by the captain this soon after being dismissed. He was just about to answer the commander when both of them were called back to the captain’s state room. When Harden buzzed himself in and entered, he noticed that the atmosphere had gotten noticeably more tense. Three girls were almost standing to attention in front of the captain, whilst the redheaded girl was caught in the captain’s penetrating gaze. Clearly she had done something to anger him. <strong>“Captain.” </strong>Joseph saluted the Hawk as he fell in besides the Commander. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 08:55:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the stateroom<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Confronting the Captain<br></strong><hr></div><strong>"Eloise! Not you! Don't listen to him!"</strong> Ophelia exclaimed, fear and despair now clearly visible in her eyes.<br><br>For a moment she considered submitting to the Captain's injunction but her pride was stronger and she remained where she was, as defiant as ever, inching imperceptibly closer to Jaime.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 09:12:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/4d6ddc57a16b6_tiny.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;Jaimie Rickshaw<br>&nbsp;On The USS Triton<br>&nbsp;In the Captain's Quarters<br><br>&nbsp;Confused and cornered.<br><hr><br>The captains vivid and gruesome threats snapped Jaimie to attention.&nbsp; Looking straight at him as he towered over Ophelia. <strong>"You wouldn't!"</strong> Jaimie cried, stepping closer to Ophelia, obviously fearful for her friend.&nbsp; While this man was surely a fearless and imposing captain, there was no way he could be so cruel.&nbsp; It wasn't possible, was it?<br>Her eyes showed no hostility, only a silent plea to the commander.<br><br>She wanted to explain to the captain that while Ophelia was headstrong and rebellious, there was no way she was a threat to armed men trained to protect their country.&nbsp; Inside her throat she could feel the words, fully formed but trapped.&nbsp; Only a tiny strangled cry managed to escape as the captain's officers emerged from the cabin doors once more, forming an even more ominous atmosphere.&nbsp; It took all of Jaimie's strength to simply stand up straight and not cower in fear as she grasped both Ophelia's arm and her bag.<br>Jaimie herself if she was trying to support her friend by sticking to her, or if she was cowering behind Ophelia's defiant attitude.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dreamster</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 16:21:19</strong>
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				The Hawk<br>Stateroom, The Triton<br><hr><br>The Hawk wished he could smile. The flutter his pronouncements had created in the last few minutes amused him to no end. It was as he'd expected, and his years training men and turning them into hardened soldiers provided him enough experience to know how people reacted to the realization that they were in hostile territory. Eloise had submitted herself to whatever fate held for her, while the skipper girl was still stubbornly holding on to her demand. The Hawk wondered if she still truly believed he would pay her protests any heed, or if she was doing this just so as not to appear defeated. And then there was the third, who'd sprung up to her friend's defense, but didn't protest like her. <br><br><strong>"I am glad you saw sense in submitting to the procedures, Miss Eloise"</strong>, he said, nodding at her. <strong>"You'll soon realize you made the right choice." </strong> He made a mental note about how this one would become his personal favorite to work on, for she seemed malleable enough. Shifting his gaze to Jaimie, he said, <strong>"Miss Jaimie, I appreciate your gesture of standing up for your friend. I have no intention of further explanation though. You have a choice to make soon - whether you want to stay in this lovely stateroom or head out to share Miss Ophelia's punishment."</strong> He wanted to let her consider her options, and it was now time to focus on the redhead. <br><br><strong>"Miss Ophelia, before I announce your sentence, seeing as how bull headed you can be at times, I need to warn you. If you decide not to cooperate and make any attempts to flee out of the room, please remember there are dozens of navymen outside. Officers and ensigns, young and old. They all have one thing in common though - they haven't felt the sensation of a female body close to theirs for months now. Even my rules won't be able to tame a bunch of hungry men pouncing on someone as attractive as you dressed in that outfit."</strong><br><br>He turned to the two officers, and addressed Macheath, <strong>"Commander, Officer, I realize this may seem a waste of your time, but I would trust no one else with the&nbsp; task, seeing as how delicate the situation is and how wild the girl. Miss Ophelia here has disagreed to submit to safety procedures on board the sub, which is tantamount to disobeying the commanding officer. She has been defending her decision and has even encouraged others to do so. If allowed to stay free, she's liable to spread indiscipline and chaos, not to mention be a constant security hazard. I hereby order that she be arrested and kept under lock and key. Solitary confinement is an option, but given her behavior, I wish to make an example of her so that none of the others here may get any ideas. She'll therefore be kept in a makeshift holding cage in the crew dining hall, where everyone can see her locked up, until the time I deem it fit to set her free."</strong><br><br>He let Ophelia, and the other girls, absorb the news. With sheer sadistic pleasure, after a few seconds, he added, <strong>"Of course, to ensure the safety of the vessel, we still need to make sure she's not hiding anything under her clothes. I entrust that task to you, Commander. If she resists, don't hesitate to use physical force to restrain her. Her clothes will be kept away during the time she's in the cage, for that will teach her how to obey rules." </strong>He nodded to Macheath to proceed. He wanted the girls to watch the proceedings, and realize they had absolutely no control over their own lives whatsoever for the duration of their stay here. Nothing like watching a friend suffer, when it came to mental disintegration. Once he'd meted out the punishment to their 'skipper' they'd all fall in line. And then he would smile.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 16:31:54</strong>
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				<strong>Joseph Harden</strong><br><br>Joseph Harden listened in shock to his captain’s words. Had the Hawk finally lost his marbles? What he suggested was insane. Caging the girl in the mess hall would have been enough to make every man’s blood boil, but doing so without her clothes on would turn the crew into a pack of hungry – or rather horny – wolves. It would be difficult to ensure the safety of the other four girls, let alone the pig-headed redhead. <strong>“Captain… I… Are you sure it is wise to parade her around naked in front of the entire crew? She might cause… indiscipline.” </strong>Joseph found it hard to believe he was having to spell this out to his commanding officer, when every fool could see the trouble this would bring.<br><br><strong>Eloise Monot</strong><br><br>Eloise gasped in shock at the captain’s punishment for Ophelia. If this was the kind of man he was, she had indeed been wise to submit to his will. She could not believe anyone could truly be so cruel, but any desire to protest on her friend’s behalf was nullified by the realization that she would likely share Ophelia’s fate if she dared to openly oppose the captain. So she remained silent, and only gave her friend a compassionate gaze. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 16:37:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the stateroom<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Shocked by the Captain's orders<br></strong><hr></div>Ophelia's jaw dropped lower and lower as the Captain gave his orders. She could not believe what she was hearing, that could not be true! Not in a civilised, democratic, US ship! Her first reaction was to think it was a bad joke but there was no hint of that on Hawkes' face. She was truly shocked, unable to find words to express her horror and lack of understanding. Her eyes moved from the Captain to the officers who had just entered the stateroom, trying to see if they were going to obey such obviously unjust and tyrannical orders.<br><br><strong>"But... That can't be... Listen!... Wait... That's a bad joke?... That's inhuman!... You can't do THAT!?!? Not to ME!!??!??"</strong> where the words that finally managed to erupt from her gaping mouth. Then, turning to the two officers, <strong>"You won't obey such orders? Those are war crimes! I hope you realise it!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dreamster</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 17:19:06</strong>
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				The Hawk<br><br><hr><br>Hawkes expected the officers to be unsettled, but he found himself surprised at the tone Harden took. <strong>"Officer Harden"</strong>, he hissed, <strong>"that sounded suspiciously like you questioning my orders. I always appreciate your timely and relevant advice, but I'd appreciate if you used better judgment about when to keep them to yourself."</strong> He hated an officer talking like that, and the fact that this was right in front of the girls meant Harden had to be dealt with harshly. The stern words would only do the officer good, he believed.<br><br>Ophelia was half-pleading, half-threatening the two men, and the Hawk raised his voice to drown hers, <strong>"Keep your mouth shut."</strong> He thundered, and added after a pause, <strong>"If you only learnt things faster. You keep shouting, and keep talking of yourself as some heiress to the bloody throne. Even after you know what's going to happen to you."</strong> He sighed and shook his head, as though he found her actions incredulous, and said in a&nbsp; sarcastic tone, <strong>"Here's a hint: obey the captain's orders from now on. I may be touched on seeing you suffer silently."</strong> He nodded at the officers,<strong> "Get on with it, gentlemen. We shouldn't keep the other ladies waiting."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 17:25:32</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>When Harden started to voice his concern the Commander put his hand on his shoulder and it looked into the man's eyes, it was his belief that the Captain was exaggerating slightly, even Hawkes wouldn't trust his authority enough to hope such a thing wouldn't cause mutiny. Now if he was right and the Captain was bluffing to get the redheaded girl to comply, the worst thing was one of his officers undermining his authority. He hoped Harden had gotten his point from Trevor's silence.<br><br>He walked towards Ophelia, his back towards the Captain. He looked into her eyes hoping his look would ensure her that he meant no harm. Luckily she had no place to run away, he hoped none of the others would hear. He would make sure the Captain didn't.<br><br>Before he could get to her she spoke again making things even worse, now he wasn't so sure the Captain was bluffing, specially with this girl making him angrier by the second.<br><br>"It will only get worse if you don't comply. Things can seriously escalate. Please allow me to check you without resorting to force."<br><br>He paused before reaching out for her, giving her the chance to comply, however he couldn't give her long, or he too would be grilled for trying to disobey and things would get harder for this girl and the others.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 17:25:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Yoko1.jpg)</div><em>Yoko Yamagi<br>August 4th 1966<br>On The USS Triton<br>Stateroom</em><br><br>Yoko could only watch on in horror as things went from bad to worse. She had considered stepping in at once point, explaining to the captain how Ophelia was just stressed from being stranded and upset at being unable to repair her ship. Likewise, she was sure the men here, captain included, were also stressed from whatever mission they were on. Right? They were all just too tense and things could go better if they'd all just calm down. She understood the need to be searched, she really did. She had already figured that someone might think a boat with five beautiful women on it might be too good to be true, that it was a trap and they'd be spies. So, she was willing to defend the captain to that point. <br><br>Then he started talking about making Ophelia strip down and locking her in a cage. The asian finally found her voice and stepped forward, raising her hands, "Wait, wait! You can't do that to her! You can't treat us like animals! I know that this is a unique situation and there is the safety of your crew to be concerned about, captain, but we're civlilians! What do you think is going to happen when we finally get back on land? You're going to be disgraced for doing this! Furthermore," she took a breath, "this is a violation of the Geneva Convention, captain." Yoko put on the sternest face she could, setting her hands on her hips. She was about to show the navy men and her new friends that she wasn't as foolish or happy-go-lucky as she looked. "It states, and I quote; persons taking no active part in the hostilities, including members of armed forces who have laid down their arms and those placed hors de combat by sickness, wounds, detention, or any other cause, shall in all circumstances be treated humanely, without any adverse distinction founded on race, colour, religion or faith, sex, birth or wealth, or any other similar criteria. To that end, outrages upon personal dignity, in particular humiliating and degrading treatment are outlawed, captain! When we return to land you will be arrested and the only water you'll ever see again is the filthy stuff in the toilet bowl in your prison cell!" <br><br>She sighed. That had taken a lot out of her. She couldn't help getting so mad at the situation, despite how unlike her it was. Once the words were out of her mouth, however, she felt kind of foolish. As she'd noticed before, this captain seemed to be a lot like her father. He probably didn't care about playing by any rules but his own. Suddenly, perhaps selfishly, she hoped she didn't end up in a cage as well. Or worse, tossed out into the sea. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 17:37:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the stateroom<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Shocked by the Captain's orders<br></strong><hr></div>Ophelia felt her courage and assurance melting down fast. She began to tremble. But still she could not resolve herself to plead for pity. She doubted it would be offered anyway. But if she did not break, if she proved strong, her example might impress her friends and the crew. It could open their eyes about the atrocities Hawkes was asking from them.<br><br>Obviously, the man was dangerously mad and would never change his devious mind. But there must be humanist souls aboard. And she would make sure to find them and entice her to revolt against that tyrant's authority. Already, Yoko had stepped forward for her defence, and she could read in the officers' eyes that they were not entirely agreeing about their chief's decisions. Breaking down now would remove the last streak of dignity she still had.<br><br>Those thoughts calmed her down somewhat, although the horror of what was expecting her was still frightening.<br><br><strong>"Do what you want, but this will not go unanswered. You may be sure I'll be the first to speak at your court martial,"</strong> she said to Hawkes.<br><br><strong>"And this is also true for you two,"</strong> she added, glaring at the two officers.<strong> "And before you touch me, Sir, try to reflect about how I could hide any weapon under those tight and small clothes? Remember that Nazi soldiers have been punished, even though they only obeyed orders. It is your duty to refuse orders when they go against dignity and humanity. Don't let your Captain make a monster out of you"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 18:00:30</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>His eyes changed from the previous understanding to a shade of calm anger. As she offered, he grabbed her and patted her down, while he enjoyed touching her body, he was more angry at her than anything, he didn't delay any of the touching longer than necessary however he was very thorough touching every place of her that was covered by clothing. Only then he let her go.<br><br>"I'm well aware of the decisions made against Nazis that claimed to follow orders, you can claim whatever you want, but being searched isn't an affront on your dignity. Such comparisons only cheapen the effort and sacrifices people made when taking the enemy down, not to mention the victims. I hope you don't feel I'm violating your rights when I tell you that after that remark I have absolutely no respect for you." He concluded coldly with no longer any sympathy for the girl's predicament.<br><br>He didn't answer the asian girl, for he knew she was right, what she didn't know was that while there were written rules, there were the Hawk rules, and not only did the Captain knew how to get out of trouble, he also didn't care of things in the way of his discipline.<br><br>He turned towards Harden "Officer Harden the Captain was clear as to not keep the other ladies waiting, go ahead and search them."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 18:14:22</strong>
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				<strong>Joseph Harden</strong><br><br>Joseph wasn’t really surprised when the Hawk had shot him down. The old iron-eater was a bastard on the best of days. Joseph wasn’t the kind of man who made a habit of questioning his commanding officers, but this time the order had been so insane that he had made an exception. It was all in vain, of course. He watched on uneasily as Commander Macheath patted down the fiery redhead. The Asian girl had rightly invoked her rights within the Geneva convention, but on the Hawk’s boat, there was unfortunately but one real law: his.<br><br>He was snapped out of his own thoughts when Macheath addressed him, and tasked him with searching the other girls. <strong>“Yes sir.”</strong> He replied neutrally, as he moved towards the Asian girl. However much he might have deemed their action wrong and unjust, he could not help but enjoy the feel of young, supple skin underneath his fingers, as his hands went over her body. However much he fought it, he soon found that his cock was straining up against the fabric of his pants. It was then that he fully realized that this ship and its crew were now doomed. <br><br>He then moved onto the pretty blonde and proceeded to search her as well. They even smelled good! Lesser men would have bent one of the girls over and fucked her right in front of the captain. The thought certainly crossed his mind several times, and he knew not all of his crewmates were quite as disciplined as he was. <br><br>Eventually, he was done with the blonde and moved onto the two darkhaired girls. First, the frightened-looking little creature that he remembered was called Jaimie. Even underneath his hands, she felt as the most nervous of the bunch, like a frightened little bird he held in his hands. Last but not least was the olive-skinned tall one called Eloise, the one who had initially been defiant but had gone into her shell at the first sight of Hawk’s meaner side. His hands lingered a bit longer than necessary on her breasts before he chastised himself inwardly for taking advantage of the situation. When he was done, his cock was rockhard and he was sweating from more than just the strength of the lights in the captains quarters. <strong>“None of them are concealing anything, captain.” </strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dreamster</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 20:26:41</strong>
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				The Hawk<br><br><hr><br>Hawkes barely acknowledged Harden's confirmation about none of the women hiding anything dangerous under their clothes. His gaze was fixed on the Asian. He seemed to have touched a raw nerve with her somewhere, for suddenly she'd found enough guts to question him and threaten him with consequences. It was time he put them all in their place. <br><br><strong>"Cuff her and gag her"</strong>, his orders were curt to the two officers as he pointed towards Ophelia. "<strong>One more word out of her dirty little mouth, and your careers suffer as much hurt as her face does."</strong> He turned to face the other girls, not waiting to check the officers' reactions.<strong> "The Geneva Convention, treat civilians humanely, blah blah blah. I wonder how you bring all that righteousness to your voice, as though you understand what prisoners of war go through. Young lady, I'm pretty sure you're not <em>humane</em> towards your driver or gardener even in the comfort of your home. And you expect officers in combat situations to bear with your petty protests and silly demands?" </strong><br><br>He ran his eyes over each of their faces, and continued, <strong>"Well, let me make one thing crystal clear. You hate the submarine, you're free to leave. I won't escort you to the yacht though, for it's never safe for a sub to keep flirting with the surface waters too often. You'll just be thrown out of her, and you can make your way upwards. Or, if you decide to stay here till the time it is safe to surface, you need to make yourselves of use. You see, food and rations down here are limited, and five rich girls are five mouths too many. Same goes for living and sleeping space - you're five bodies too many. Once I've dealt with your skipper, I'll give each one of you an employment form, which you need to sign if you wish to stay on the sub for even another minute. After that, you'll each be assigned responsibilities and it'll be expected of you to devote yourselves to them. Down here, we take our jobs very seriously, for any failure in carrying out one's responsibilities leads to severe punishment."</strong><br><br>He'd thought of this a while ago. As employees on the sub, they couldn't be as demanding and wouldn't mention civilian rights on the submarine. He also had very specific roles for each one of them in mind. He let them think over it a little, and then, with no warning, slapped Yoko on the cheek. A hard right handed slap that turned her cheek a deep shade of red. <strong>"This is for talking about toilet bowls in prison cells to someone who keeps the waters safe so that vain, useless girls like you can relax on your yachts."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 21:52:13</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>The Commander only felt a small pang of jealousy as the other officer got to touch all other 4 ladies, he knew it was better however, he was angry, and while those girls were with the one that angered him, hadn't particularly irritated him. Joseph however still had a clearer head, or he did until he was done touching the girls, the sweat on him proved that he was having a hard time, anyone would have.<br><br>When the order was to cuff and gag Ophelia he didn't hesitate, not because of the Captain's implied threat but because of his dislike of the girl.<br><br>He wasn't far from her having just checked her, so he took her arms and cuffed her hands behind her back and unnecessary precaution but one that added to her predicament. As far as gagging her went he searched for clothes on the girl's bags, finding a shirt he ripped it and fashioned a gag&nbsp; from it, wondering silently how much it was worth, before using it to keep the redhead from making a sound.<br><br>He stood firm besides her, ready to quench any more fire with a firm slap, and awaiting for further orders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 22:55:42</strong>
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				Brad Stapaneck<br>USS Triton<br>Headed toward the Captain's Quarters<br><br><br>He as not happy with the decision to stop and help the stranded yacht. He didn't know about the girls they rescued, or the yacht being stranded, or even that a decision had been made. He knew his orders had changed and that no reason had been given, or if anyone had been given an explanation he had missed it somehow. He was out of the loop on some things, because he had no interest in attending any meetings that his rank granted him access to. He didn't much care for the ones that were free for all to attended, most of which were mandatory. And he couldn't care less about issues above his pay grade. Those three factors were why he was glad to attend to important matters in the engine room while everyone was away. They were also the reason he made regular trips to captain demanding answers, and in turn being reprimanded for not attending important meetings. His duties were usually reason enough to avoid major discipline, but not always.<br><br>Today was an odd one. It seemed that everyone with a good excuse to get near the Captain was using it. One pair was even fighting over who got to go. Usually the lower ranks had the opposite argument, choosing to avoid getting in the way. Especially after orders were changed, because that usually meant special circumstances. And if the captain was preoccupied with something important there was no leniency for mistakes. He slowed his pace and tried to get information by listening to the crews rumors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 00:22:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the stateroom<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Palpated, handcuffed and gagged<br></strong><hr></div><strong>"Don't touch me! Don't TOUCH me!"</strong> Ophelia cried as the submariner approached her.<br><br>But already his strong hands were on her. She stepped backward but immediately bucked against the wall. She tried to push the man away but it felt like trying to stir a boulder. His hands were moving fast, wherever a piece of cloth covered her skin. Which was not a lot. He began with her shorts, touching her firm buttocks then sliding his fingers along her hips before pushing them inside her crotch, palpating her athletic inner thighs and end by cupping her mound. Then, always professional, he moved to her tank top, kneading her firm, grapefruit-sized breasts to make sure nothing was hidden inside her bra before briefly exploring her back.<br><br>All along, Ophelia twisted and contorted her body, trying to escape the touch or repel him. To no avail. His face was a mask of seriousness but she could see a gleeful sparkle in his eyes, and this was even more humiliating to her. She had never left anybody touch her like that. Not even her rare boyfriends. She was always the one choosing who could touch her and where, and this was an authorization she did not give before having received enough jewellery for a price that could have saved a small state from bankruptcy. Not that she cared about small third world states.<br><br>As he moved away, having found nothing, she snarled, <strong>"Happy now? Were you really expecting me to hide a bazooka in my back pocket? Or that I would hijack your nuclear submarine with a needle? Now that you are convinced that we are no dangerous communist spies, will you at last give us proper respect?"</strong><br><br>Meanwhile, her friends were searched, more or less willingly by the second officer. Ophelia hated being so helpless. But she knew that as soon as she would be back on US shore, those bastards' lives careers would be broken and their lives miserable.<br><br>"Cuff her and gag her", Hawkes ordered, pointing towards Ophelia.<br><br><strong>"What? Cuff me like a criminal? This is an abuse of power!"</strong> she complained.<br><br>But she was immediately manhandled, rather brutally, by one of the officers. She tried to resist, and she succeeded for a couple of seconds, but finally her arms were wrenched behind her back and she felt cold steel embrace her wrists. Growling with anger, she yanked on the handcuffs, to no avail.<br><br><strong>"You'll pay for that!"</strong> she threatened. But the man had made a big knot in some shirt and shoved it into her mouth, before tying the free ends behind her neck, under her fiery, curly mane, tightening it further so that the big bundle of cotton was pushed deeper between her teeth.<br><br>Ophelia tried to speak again but her words were effectually muffled by the cloth gag. She glared above the knot and yanked again on her cuffs, obviously furious.<br><br>But she was also scared. She had counted upon her ability to speak to convince the crewmen to mutiny against their commander. The gag was going to make it more difficult.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 00:42:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Yoko1.jpg)</div><em>Yoko Yamagi<br>August 4th 1966<br>On The USS Triton<br>Stateroom</em><br><br>Yoko shivered slightly as Harden patted her down, her eyes briefly locking with his. She had to admit, he was rather attactive. It was hard to squash such a thought, even in these dire circumstances. If this were a bit more of a relaxed situation she wouldn't mind him touching her a little more. Things quickly continued to go south for the girls, however, as the captain didn't seem to budge from his stance. She was quickly finding him to be rather unstable. Her father, strict as he was, was certainly not this type of madman. She frowned deeply at his remarks about them being spoiled or not caring about the people in their employ. Again, she sure as hell was nicer than this to her driver. She was fairly certain none of the other girls had had their butlers caged and gagged, either. <br><br>When the blow came she was busy formulating her next response. It caught her off-guard and she let out a yelp of pain as she reeled from the smack. Awestruck, she touched a hand to her cheek and stared at the captain, wide-eyed. She expected his men to protest as well, but they didn't seem to be making a move. Were they really in agreement with his methods, or were they as shocked as she? Yoko steeled herself as best she could and straightened up, "...Mark my words! When we get back to dry land you're going to be finished! So do what you must now, because your career is over. You can't treat people like this. We're people, not prisoners of war!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 05:10:16</strong>
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				<hr><em>Holland Bozeman<br>August 4th 1966<br>Aboard The USS Triton<br>Captain's Stateroom</em><br><hr><br>Holland held her arms up at her side calmly keeping her head as the mans hand skimmed her body in search of anything that could be a danger to the ship and it's crew not that much could really be hidden in what little clothes she had on. When he was done she breathed a sigh of relief. <br><br>The scene with Ophelia unfolding before her was a horrifying one, the sad part of it all was that she knew it didn't <em>have</em> to be like this, she also knew that each one of her friends could try the patience of a saint in one way or another, she had no clue how to help any of them. They were all powerless in this situation and rebelling seemed a natural reaction, though the Captain did seem to be going to an extreme she hadn't expected and reasoning with the man seemed impossible. <br><br>When he'd back handed Yoko, Holland rushed to her friend <strong>"Oh.. Yoko"</strong> she said softly, and stroked a hand through the girls hair as she raged at the Captain. Holland glanced around between all of the girls and then to the men in the room. <br><br>In an attempt to show willingness to cooperate in hopes that other girls would follow suit Holland stood and looked to the Captain and said <strong>"May I have a copy of that employment form you mentioned Captain?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 05:44:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/4d6ddc57a16b6_tiny.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;Jaimie Rickshaw<br>&nbsp;On The USS Triton<br>&nbsp;In the Captain's Quarters<br><br>&nbsp;Silently seething<br><hr><br>Right before her they restrained and threatened her friend, Ophelia and she was unable to do anything.&nbsp; Jaimie had never before met such a cruel, unyielding man.&nbsp; Back on land, people bent over backwards to please her and her friends, but this submarine housed a completely different dimension entirely. <br><br>Any desire to argue with the captain were squashed by his orders to strip Ophelia down and <em>display her</em> in the dinning hall like some circus animal.&nbsp; Adding to her horror was how little hesitation the captain's men had when the man's orders were completely bonkers!&nbsp; The full weight of the situation hit Jaimie suddenly, she was in a different world with a different set of laws.&nbsp; The captain was a monster.<br>It was terrifying.<br>&nbsp; <br>Without a word Harden ripped Jaimie's bag from her arms, the contents spilling everywhere, and started the pat down.&nbsp; Jaimie had never been touched by a man, and as brisk as Harden's hands were, she couldn't help but tremble under his touch.&nbsp; His fingers left a trail of sensation as they probed her.&nbsp; His grasp was firm and decisive, she felt her face become hot even at the simplest of touches, such as his large hands sliding over her ribs.&nbsp; Jaimie closed her eyes as he briefly cupped her ample breasts, and flinched as he explored the shapely buttocks and the thighs hidden under her skirts.&nbsp; Her mind went blank as he felt the soft cleft between her legs.<br>It was apparent she was holding back tears.&nbsp; The pat down she received might not have been so bad if she wasn't so scared witless of the captain and the crew, but she was terrified and she felt violated.<br>When it was over Jaimie quickly dropped to the floor to collect her things, and hopefully hide her shame.<br>Hastily she shoveled in a couple of notebooks, writing materials, a sketchpad, a large night shirt, undergarments, toiletries, and one extra change of clothes in to her bag.<br><br>The sharp sound of Hawk's hand making contact with Yoko's cheek turned her head, and the trembles of fear turned to those of silent rage.&nbsp; Jaimie was furious with the captain, furious with his mindless drones, but most of all she was furious with herself for being so helpless.&nbsp; <br>Once all her things were collected she backed up beside the other girls, but looked nowhere near as complaint as Holland.&nbsp; Her anger allowed her to stand taller, with her chin high and defiant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 10:02:48</strong>
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				<strong>Chief Petty Officer Joseph Harden</strong><br><br>Joseph clenched his teeth shut when the captain hit the Asian girl. Joseph hated violence against women, and if anyone other than his commanding officer had done such a thing in his presence, he might have punched the man out right there. Instead he remained silent, ashamed of what was happening. When the Hawk spoke of employing the girls on his submarine, he knew for sure that the Captain had lost his mind. Giving civilians a task on a Navy boat went against any and all regulations. It was the type of decision only a madman would make. Had the Hawk slowly gone mad during this trip, only none of them had noticed it or realized it until now? Joseph fought the desire to protest, knowing that doing so twice in the space of a few minutes would only anger the captain to the point where he himself would have to fear for his safety. <strong>“Captain sir… If I might make a suggestion. There is vacant NCM bunk room opposite the aft storage room. It’s a part of the ship where only a handful of our crewmembers ever come, so it would be easily shut off from the rest of the ship. We could contain the ladies there and only require one or two men on guard to secure them from the rest of the men. It’ll be a bit cramped in there, but they’d all have a bunk and their own facilities.” </strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dreamster</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 13:02:50</strong>
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				<strong>The Hawk</strong><br><br><hr><br>The captain decided he'd had enough of discussions on regulations and citizen rights. Harden was probably right in his suggestion of confining the female presence on board the vessel to a room. But that would be making things easy for this bunch, he thought. He wanted them to know how hard it was to earn one's place in the world. <strong>"Good suggestion in its own right, Officer"</strong>, he replied to Harden, mindful of the harsh tone he'd taken earlier and still wanting Harden on his side, <strong>"but trying to keep them away from the men would only lead to more men attempting to get in contact with them. Such a move would only make them think I'm stashing away a treasure. I don't want to appear a dictator to my own men. And apart from the redhead hothead, I do agree that they're not prisoners. Well, they're not princesses either. So they'll neither be confined nor get free hospitality. I'm sure you're clear about the situation, and I'll appreciate if you explain it to the men too."</strong> He looked at Macheath, and said, <strong>"Commander, I'm well aware of your leadership abilities, and I'm counting on you to make this sub a suitable environment to live and work in for these ladies."</strong><br><br>Turning to the ladies, he announced, <strong>"Ladies, we've started on the wrong foot, but I don't want to be harsh on you for your skipper's mistake. That includes you, Miss Yoko"</strong>, he said nodding at the Asian girl. <strong>"I see you're much more sensible than your skipper, and I can only hope you find my offer reasonable."</strong> Moving to his desk, he got a piece of paper in his hand and holding it out before the four girls, he said, <strong>"This is a form for deployment on the submarine and assignment of duty. I have in mind some positions for you all. Miss Jaimie, perhaps you can be of use in the radio room. Miss Holland, you can be a page for the engine room crew. And Miss Yoko, I think you can be an intern with the Tactics team, if you wish to cooperate that is. Miss Elois, you can be my personal secretary to begin with. All roles are subject to rotation, unless your reporting officers wish to retain you after the first week."</strong><br><br>He kept four papers on the desk, and motioning towards them, said, <strong>"Here's your chance to lead a respectable life, learn some skills and make yourselves proud. Go ahead, ladies."</strong><br><br>Then, walking closer to Macheath, he said, <strong>"The prisoner's punishment and her security is your responsibility. Arrange for a cage and keep her in the dining hall. Every night, she's to be transferred to the small room adjoining my stateroom. If I feel her behavior has improved, I'll set her free."</strong> Then, after a long look at her, he shook his head, saying, <strong>"Pity, she seemed to be the most useful of the group in a place like this." </strong> He calmly got a pair of scissors from his desk drawer, and walking up to her, cut through her tank top and bra, and threw them away, exposing her breasts. <strong>"You'll be half naked in the cage. Shame will work faster than the restraints in dissolving your anger, and you'll see sense soon."</strong> Looking back at Macheath, he said, <strong>"Get started with the arrangements for her. While you're at it, call in one officer each from the engine room and radio room, ones you trust. Also, someone from the weapons and tactics team."</strong><br><br>Coming back to Harden, he said, <strong>"Officer, you'll be my eyes and ears on this. You'll report to me of how each girl is doing at her job by checking up with the reporting officer, and report any event which may appear unsettling, or any person, whose behavior may be out of line. I can trust no one else more on this." </strong>He patted the upper arm of the officer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 13:30:46</strong>
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				<strong>Chief Petty Office Joseph Harden</strong><br><br>Joseph nodded. So the Hawk was going ahead with this folly of having the girls ‘work’ on the submarine. They would be nothing more than a distraction in reality, and if one or two men were not able to resist their urges, a very dangerous one at that. <strong>“Yes sir, I will keep a close eye on the ladies. Should I still prepare the vacant NCM bunk room for their off-duty hours? The young ladies will not be working around the clock, after all.”</strong> He hoped that the Hawk would at least see sense in that. He dreaded what could happen if he made the girls sleep in amongst the regular crew, it would be an unmitigated disaster. But in his current state, Harden could not put it past him. <strong>“I know a couple of reliable men I can put on guard duty as well, they will be discrete and disciplined and make sure the ladies stay inside their quarters whenever they are not working.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 16:00:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the stateroom<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Deprived of her top and bra<br></strong><hr></div>Gagged and handcuffed, Ophelia listened to the Captain's new orders. They sounded more reasonable but she could not forget his former decisions, and the way he had turned down all her proposals to rescue her yacht and their belongings. There was something wrong in this man, and she was decided to make it clear to everybody and have thrown out of the Navy never to find another job again.<br><br>As her friends seemed ready to sign his contract, she was sure they were going to block most of their later tentatives to sue the Navy. She tried to warn them but the gag was only allowing muffled moans out of her mouth. She was enraging. If they signed that paper, she would be the only one able to bring the case in front of a court with any chance of&nbsp; decisive verdict.<br><br>Then the Hawk approached her with the scissors. She tried to back up, her eyes wide open, but she was already cornered against the wall and the officer made sure she could not move anywhere else. In a few cuts, her greasy tank top and her bra fell on the floor. Her proud, tanned breasts seemed to explode out of the tight embrace. They were even more jutting forward due to her arms being chained in her back, and she had no way to hide them.<br><br>She blushed deeply and moaned angrily into her gag, while she tried to turn around and face the wall. She had always had a faint hope that this project of caging her naked was a bluff to force them to be obedient, but it really seemed he was going to do it. Ophelia's willpower was flinching. Should sign this form too? Would it be better than having herself exposed and humiliated in front of the whole crew? But her stubbornness and her desire to make the Captain pay the maximum allowed by the Law were stronger and she contented herself to curse him through the gag.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 16:54:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Yoko1.jpg)</div><em>Yoko Yamagi<br>August 4th 1966<br>On The USS Triton<br>Stateroom</em><br><br>Yoko gently took Holland's hand when the other woman comfort her, the asian giving it a small squeeze in thanks. She watched the situation unfold before her, still angry and determined inside, but too scared to say anything else. She had no idea what this man would do. Hit her again harder? Put her in a cage too? Throw her off the sub and into the ocean? Anything seemed to be possible at this point. It was like some kind of waking nightmare. And how dare the captain insinuate that they were all useless, that just because they chose or could not join the military that they had no useful skills or purpose in life. He didn't even know them, for one thing. Even the rich can have a lot riding on their shoulders. What about their fathers and mothers? So much to live up to, so much pressure. Not that Captain Nemo here would accept that. <br><br>She watched him cut off Ophelia's clothes with a look of shock and horror. Is this what it was going to be like? Ophelia definitely wasn't going to be alone in the lawsuit when they returned to dry land. Though she resolved to simply follow orders for now, when things returned to normal there would be hell to pay for Captain Nemo. He'd never even so much as see a boat again. That, however, was after. Right now... they were in his domain. All she could do was step forward and quietly take her work assignment like the rest of them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 18:43:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/4d6ddc57a16b6_tiny.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;Jaimie Rickshaw<br>&nbsp;On The USS Triton<br>&nbsp;In the Captain's Quarters<br><br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>Jaimie had no external reaction to the captain's implications that she and her friends were completely useless when separated from their fortune.&nbsp; She had heard it all before.<br>The man named Harden, who seemed to be the second in command, seemed to want to separate them from the rest of the ship and kept away like prisoners.&nbsp; A part of Jaimie hated the idea, but then again she had no desire to see any of the men of the submarine anymore.&nbsp; Maybe being kept far, far away wasn't such a bad idea.<br><br>Jaimie found the captain's sudden mood swing as phoney as his smiles.&nbsp; The anger within her was still simmering, but this man was as terrifying as he was infuriating.&nbsp; After having Ophelia, the most intimidating of them all, bound and gagged, and striking Yoko, Jaimie did not want to test what other kinds of outrages this madman was capable of.<br>As the captain came towards them with instructions and papers, Jaimie put up the proudest and coldest air that she could.&nbsp; Even while she was still visibly shivering and cheeks flushed, she held her chin up high.&nbsp; <br>It was in that moment she would do what the captain wanted for now, but she going to try to regain any sort of dignity she could.&nbsp; As long as there were no more pat-downs or stripping, Jaimie was sure she would not lose her cool again.&nbsp; <br><br>Then with the sound of scissors cut through the air, Jaimie's eyes widened with horror as she watched Ophelia's breasts fall free for everyone to see.&nbsp; While she kept a straight face, her eyes were screaming and the paper crunched suddenly in her hands. Everything was going so wrong so fast.<br>When she was finally able to tear her eyes away from Ophelia, she could not help but glare at the captain before submitting herself to Harden's care.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 21:20:26</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>So the Captain was going through with it after all, he knew that his plans for the redhead were wrong, but frankly he didn't care much anymore. The Hawk was behaving more politely with the other ones, almost reasonably. Still the Commander would have his job cut out for him keeping everyone in line with this ladies around, sure he would get to call in officers, but not all were particularly reliable. <br><br>He decided to get on things right away, despite Harden's efforts he was sure that the rumors were around like wildfire, and just like the Captain had summoned the ladies here, he would do the same with the officers, it was the only way he could hope to keep everything under control. He requested some men for the cage Ophelia would end in, they were puzzled at the request but knew better than to question.<br><br>"Sir, may I summon the officers here? I would like a word with them before the ladies are allowed to move around the ship, I think it's the better way keep control of things. We could put them briefly in the adjacent room, with the exception of the prisoner of course."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dreamster</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 22:10:10</strong>
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				<strong>The Hawk</strong><br><br><hr><br>Hawkes agreed to Harden's suggestion,<strong> "You're right, Officer. I don't want them to sleep among the crew, and I like your choice of their sleeping quarters. But I must say I don't want to leave the matter in the hands of any crewmember, even though I have no doubt you'll pick the best ones for the guard job. So for now, they'll head back to my stateroom each night. The floor is big enough for five mattresses."</strong><br><br>As though he expected no further discussion on the matter, he turned to Macheath, <strong>"Yes, they are to be summoned here first. I'll speak to them one by one, and introduce them to the new member on their rosters.&nbsp; Let the girls move to the adjoining room." </strong><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 22:44:06</strong>
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				Brad Stapaneck<br><br>Brad was already outside the door when it first opened for Macheath's summons to start. It was probably a good thing he was too, otherwise he might have ignored it, put it off, and been taken by surprise when his new recruit showed up. However, since he was wanting to see the captain anyway, the summons just gave him a reason to get inside, get it over with and get back to his engine room. He didn't wait for any explanation more then 'the Captain needs to speak with you' before making his way inside.<br><br><strong>"Captain Hawk, can I please get an explanation as to why you blue-balled my engine...sir?"</strong> He spoke as he entered the room, and almost forgot to tack on the sir at the end, as he suddenly noticed the occupants of the room. He almost added a joke, something about it being the captains birthday, but there was something heavy in the room that made him bite his tongue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 23:00:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://ts1.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=5025430211593472&amp;id=76eb81e5e454240fec652e8e2d5c77a3)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Levan<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Role:</strong> Radio expert and codebreaker<br><strong>Currently:</strong> Making his way to the stateroom<br><hr><br>Adrian was wandering about the submarine, listening to rumors here and there, and watching the ship run by. He wasn't in the mood to listen to radio logs, so he simply wandered about. Since he wasn't an official member of the Navy, he wasn't subject to as many rules as the other officers. Of course, that also meant that his safety on the ship was in no way guaranteed, except in that no one else would be able to protect them as well the farther they went into Soviet territory. Not only was he adept at intercepting and interpreting Soviet communications, he was also an expert at keeping their own radio communications secure, and he had never failed yet.<br><br>Currently, though, he was a bit bored. The submarine was getting quite dreary, and the only other person who worked with him on the radio was about the most boring officer on the ship. Besides, that officer hated radio, and wanted to move to something more heroic, like manning the periscope or the torpedo controls or something stupid like that. He was thinking how dumb that officer was when he saw Brad rush by him. He raised an eyebrow, but continued strolling. He didn't like to give responses to any of these Navy men, and liked to keep to himself. He simply wanted to keep them safe so that he could get home and leave this goddamn piece of metal.<br><br>Another soldier told him that he was also summoned, though. How unusual, he thought to himself. The Captain usually only met with him when he had to, which was quite infrequently, since all he had to do was send the messages he needed to Adrian. Adrian would pass along any messages he had to one of the other officers, unless it was crucial, and there had been nothing of the sort so far. Shrugging, he went along to the stateroom, though, he didn't want to make the Captain angry for no reason, after all. If he did make the Captain a bit angry, it would only be because he was bargaining with him for something.<br><br>"Reporting for duty, Captain." he said, half-mockingly and half-seriously as he entered the stateroom, as he always did. Then he saw the Captain's expression, and the woman in the room, topless, too, at that. Adrian wasn't quite sure what had happened here between the time that he had received the radio message and now, but it certainly wasn't anything he had thought would've been happening. He thought the commander would have simply quartered the women or something. In any case, he didn't want to speak too soon, so he waited for the Captain to announce why they had been summoned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YouMustRealize</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 01:42:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/YMR.jpg)</div><br><strong>Alex Macauley, Tactical Officer</strong><br><br>The sound-powered battle phone next to Macauley's bunk whirred, pulling him out of a deep, dreamless sleep.&nbsp; He reached over and pulled the receiver into his rack, muttering, "Macauley" without bothering to sound cheerful.&nbsp; A tactical exercise and two hours' sleep had a way of doing that to a man.<br><br>"Captain wants to see you in his stateroom, LT."&nbsp; Macauley grunted and hung the phone up, lying back for a minute before resignedly swinging his legs out of the lower bunk in the stateroom he shared with another of <em>Triton</em>'s junior officers.&nbsp; Great.&nbsp; He'd been on watch for six, working for twelve, and sleeping for two and now the Hawk wanted him, probably to bitch about the exercise results.&nbsp; He'd wanted this, but just at the moment Lieutenant Macauley couldn't for the life of him remember why.<br><br>A few minutes later, dressed in his least-wrinkled jumpsuit Macauley knocked on the Captain's door.&nbsp; When it opened he looked inside...<br><br>...and blinked.<br><br>Blinked again.<br><br>What.<br><br>The.<br><br>Fuck.<br><br>After a moment, he managed to speak.&nbsp; Instead of reporting, all he could get out was,<br><br>"Excuse me, Captain.&nbsp; Request permission to see the Pharmacists' Mate.&nbsp; I believe I may have begun hallucinating."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 03:08:36</strong>
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				<strong>Commander Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>Trevor moved the girls to the adjoining room quickly, considering the status of the submarine now the officers would show very quickly. He opened the door to the adjoining room and invited them in, he left the prisoner alone as she was special and anything done with her, would have contradicted the first orders of the cage.<br><br>The officers were probably about as bored as he was, proving he was right and started to show very soon. Not adressing the officers knowing that with the bizarre situation it was better if they were instructed by the Captain.<br><br>As three men showed, Macheath got the message for the cage. "Captain, should I go carry out your orders for the prisoner now, or would you like me present in this meeting?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dreamster</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 14:15:02</strong>
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				<strong>The Hawk</strong><br><br><hr><br><strong>"This won't take long, Commander. I'd rather have you here for the time I explain the situation to the three officers." </strong>The Hawk wanted to impose on the men that he had Macheath and Harden as his eyes around the sub, and no mischief would go unnoticed. He looked at the three men, and couldn't help wondering if they were fit to be entrusted a girl under their command. They're all good soldiers, but he wasn't sure how they'd handle this new dimension to their roles. The radio boy had a little too much of the wild in him, and the Hawk had never been able to bring himself to like him. But at least if he did anything stupid with the new responsibility, he can be gotten rid of, for good. Brad's behavior had improved over the years and Macauley, he trusted as a good disciplined guy, but a woman was always an agent of chaos. Still, it had to be done, so he decided to get to it.<br><br><strong>"Gentlemen, today we were faced with a strange situation, as you'd be aware, and we decided to save some civilians from what could have been horrible deaths by starvation on the sea. Now that we have them with us for a sizable period of time, I believe this is also an opportunity for us to use any skills they may have, rather than keeping them confined to an empty cell. They have been cooperative so far"</strong>, he said, throwing a sideways glance on Ophelia, bound and gagged, adding,<strong> "with just one exception, who'll be dealt accordingly." </strong><br><br><strong>"The reason why I called you here is because I want each of you to take one of these girls under your command for a week. Let them do anything they can to make your workload lighter."</strong> And after a pause, he added, <strong>"Be advised though, their tasks have to be limited to those needed for smoother functioning of the vessel, and not any personal errands for you. I'm sure you'll also appreciate the need to restrict your interactions with them to those of a strictly professional nature. Commander Macheath and Officer Harden will have oversight of how the ladies are adapting to their new roles, and they shall be reporting to me regularly."</strong><br><br><strong>"Now, it's time to introduce each one of you to the girl assigned to you. Bring Miss Yoko, Miss Jaimie and Miss Holland into the room, please"</strong>, he told Harden.<br><br>Once the girls were outside, the Hawk announced,<strong> "Lt. Macauley, you'll have Miss Yoko helping you starting later today. Brad, Miss Holland will be your assistant in the engine room. And Adrian, Miss Jaimie will be working with you in the radio room. The ladies can be re-assigned after a week, unless the officers prefer otherwise. You can come here and escort them to the respective offices after half an hour. Any questions?"</strong> He asked, looking at his men, though his face made it pretty clear he wasn't in the mood for any.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 15:36:18</strong>
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				Joseph Harden perplexed by his captain<br><br><hr><br>Joseph Harden reeled at his captain’s answer. The Hawk had completely lost the plot. Not only would he allow the girls to mingle – albeit supervised – with the crewmen, he would then make them spend the night in his stateroom. It was as if the old man was out to incite a mutiny. Nothing would anger the men more than the thought that their commanding officer was hoarding the women. Which was precisely the story that would be told if they shared his quarters at night, regardless of whether he took liberties with them or not. But Joseph kept his concerns to himself. <br><br>He waited for the officers to arrive and when they were briefed, he exited and returned with the three girls he had mentioned. The pretty blonde, the stacked Asian girl and the scared little bird name Jaimie.&nbsp; <strong>“Will that be all for now captain? I will need to reassign some of my men if I am to supervise the ladies’ progress. I would like to do that before they are put to work. With your permission, I would get to it right away.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YouMustRealize</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 17:34:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/YMR.jpg)</div><br><strong>Alex Macauley, Tactical Officer</strong><br><br>Macauley's eyes widened, but that was the only outward reaction he gave to the Captain's announcement.&nbsp; Years of discipline enabled him to carefully stamp out the other reactions that warred through his mind.&nbsp; So he did not drop his jaw.&nbsp; He did not assume this was some kind of joke.&nbsp; And he did not, no matter how much he might want to, ask the Hawk if he'd been drinking.&nbsp; Because none of that was going to ever, possibly end well.<br><br>After a moment, he said, "I'll certainly show her around the Control Room, sir, and I could always use another hand at the main plot.&nbsp; With all due respect, though, I'm concerned about the possible effect on crew morale and discipline.&nbsp; I can have my men empty out some storage space for the ladies and have the Master-at-Arms post a guard.&nbsp; Or if you prefer we can move you into a Junior Officer stateroom.&nbsp; I wouldn't mind slinging a hammock in the Aux Sonar space for a few weeks to make everything go a bit more smoothly."<br><br>Macauley kept his eyes very carefully fixed on the Hawk, staring straight ahead with a concentration that would have done him credit on an Annapolis parade ground.&nbsp; Because having five women in the same stateroom as the Captain every night was going to turn into a disaster, and that was before you added Soviets.&nbsp; Because he was going to need his rep as a straight arrow to convince the Skipper, and because he was not- <em>not</em>- going to look at the topless woman sharing the stateroom with them.&nbsp; Some things were just too weird to contemplate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 19:42:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://ts1.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=5025430211593472&amp;id=76eb81e5e454240fec652e8e2d5c77a3)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Levan<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Role:</strong> Radio expert and codebreaker<br><strong>Currently:</strong> In the stateroom.<br><hr><br>Adrian grew a smile on his face as the captain spoke. So he had chosen to punish that poor girl in this way, by leaving her topless in the middle of several Navy officers who hadn't seen a woman in months. Maybe the Captain wasn't quite as strict as he had let on with women. Or maybe he was a bit too strict. It was too early to tell. Either way, if he kept all of the women to himself, doubts would arise for certain, and the men would grumble and complain. Adrian didn't think that would cause an outright mutiny, but it would certainly make it easier to start one.<br><br>He raised a hand to his head and saluted, rather surprised that he was being assigned a woman as an assistant. The captain hadn't even given him a real assistant before now. Maybe he just figured that radio room was punishment enough for these women, he thought, wincing inwardly. He liked the radio room. "I thank you, sir, for your generosity. I will put my assistant to good use." he said, with no implications. Those would come later.<br><br>"Just a question, sir, would you consider your treatment of the girls as strictly professional and impersonal?" he asked, the smile off of his face, seemingly serious. There was an implicit gesture towards the woman in the middle of the room. That remark would cause trouble for sure. At the same time, if the captain took offense to this and did something to Adrian, a mutiny would certainly happen, if it was thought that the Captain was willing to throw officers off of the boat to keep these women to himself. In reality, though, Adrian had no intention of doing anything to his assistant, he was simply glad to have an assistant for once, and he could use one. The Captain would probably reassign her from him at the first chance, he had never liked Adrian. The extra hours in the radio room were taking a toll on his sleep schedule, especially as they went farther into Soviet territory, so the help would be a welcome relief.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 23:52:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the stateroom<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Introduced to the other officers of the sub<br></strong><hr></div>As the officers entered the Captain's quarters, Ophelia blushed some more. It was obvious what they were looking at first and what their eyes tried to avoid by any means later, once the first surprise was passed. She had tried to turn away and face a wall, but Harden was firmly holding her arms, preventing her to move.<br><br>She tried to speak through her cloth gag but could not utter any understandable word. However, her body language and the frantic movements on her face obviously showed her discontent with the present situation.<br><br>If only this damned gag had not prevented her from talking... She would have made sure these officers would not obey their Captain without a thorough reflexion about the right of civilians and the inconveniences of a court martial... But in her current state, she could only rely on pleading and glaring with her eyes, and grunting with her stuffed mouth.
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				Post by: <strong>dreamster</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 16:18:41</strong>
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				<strong>The Hawk</strong><br><br><hr><br>The Hawk had made Harden wait for a moment with a raised hand, even as Macauley put forward his suggestion. The captain nodded, acknowledging the point the Tactics officer had made, and how the same had been raised by Harden a few minutes ago. Hawkes was a tight assed guy, but he wasn't foolish not to see the point even when it was being beaten into his head with a hammer. <strong>"Now that I think about it, I can't disagree with you, Lieutenant. It won't go down well with the crew if I restricted the ladies to my stateroom at night. Not that I can't handle a few dissenting voices, but troubles can snowball themselves at times. Officer Harden had raised the same concern a while back." </strong>Looking at Harden, the captain continued, <strong>"Well, you win, Officer. Make arrangements in the bunk room for it to be the ladies' nightly quarters. And put your best two men on guard duty. You may go and get started with setting things up." </strong><br><br><strong>"Commander, I won't keep you here any longer too"</strong>, he nodded to Macheath. <br><br>And then he heard the radio guy's question about his treatment of the women. Not even attempting to hide his irritation, he said, <strong>"Young man, the day I want your inputs on how to treat the crew and others on the Triton, I'll admit you to the senior officers council. You'll do better to limit your thoughts to your domain till then."</strong> Not even waiting for his reply, he addressed the three men who'd come to collect their new assistants together, <strong>"Gentlemen, if you'd please wait outside while I have a brief conversation with the ladies."</strong><br><br>He turned and opened the door to let Eloise come out from the adjoining room too. Looking at the group, he said, <strong>"Now that things seem to have settled down, before you all are assigned to your stations, this is the best time to say anything you want to."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 16:26:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the stateroom<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Trying to make her opinion known<br></strong><hr></div>Responding the Captain's offer, Ophelia stomped the floor several times while glaring at Hawkes, contorting her arms and producing angry muffled sounds with her thickly stuffed mouth.
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				Post by: <strong>dreamster</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 16:36:03</strong>
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				<strong>The Hawk</strong><br><br><hr><br>Hawkes looked at the redhead calling attention to herself. With a half-irritated, half-angry expression, he raised his hand, <strong>"Patience, my dear skipper. You <em>will</em> get a chance to speak too, unless you try my temper again. But only when the others have made their points and got their clarifications."</strong> <br><br>He turned back to the other girls.
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				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 19:30:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/4d6ddc57a16b6_tiny.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;Jaimie Rickshaw<br>&nbsp;On The USS Triton<br>&nbsp;In the Captain's Quarters<br><br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>Waiting in the separate room in silence gave Jaimie a little time to fully absorb her surroundings.&nbsp; In that time she realized that, 1, she was in a metal tube that was swimming under the ocean, away from land, and, 2, she had forgotten to slip on some shoes before she had entered the USS Triton, and the metal floors were very cold.&nbsp; Both realizations were uncomfortable.<br><br>When Hawkes finally called for them again, Jaimie was mildly surprised to find the room void of additional officers. <br>Once given the permission, she did not hesitate to ask, <br><strong>"We aren't sleeping with you, are we?"</strong> Jaimie asked as haughtily as she could.&nbsp; While she did sound quite lofty, there was a slight quiver in her voice.&nbsp; She didn't trust this man, who without hesitation ripped a lady's clothes off, to be her roommate.<br><br>Currently she was convinced that no man on this vessel could be worse than Hawkes and was not concerned with anything else.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 22:11:27</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>"If you don't mind Sir, I'll wait until you are done with the prisoner so I can escort her to her cage."<br><br>He could leave then, and come back for the prisoner later, but to him it made no sense to just leave and come back in 5 minutes, besides if the Captain was going to let her speak, there was a very small chance that she would get out of the punishment. Perhaps considering that being exposed to all the officers when none of her friends were present was enough. However Macheath reasoned, not only is a long shot for the Captain to reconsider, the girl would have to change her approach and that seemed almost more difficult considering the little he knew of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 00:18:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Yoko1.jpg)</div><em>Yoko Yamagi<br>August 4th 1966<br>On The USS Triton<br>Stateroom</em><br><br>Yoko wouldn't have minded being assigned a job so much were it not for all the verbal and physical abuse that had come before it at the hands of the captain. In fact, she probably would've been happy to work on the sub in exchange for, y'know, not starving to death at sea. With everything that had come first, however, it was cast in a different light. It was almost like being forced into slavery. For poor Ophelia doubly so. The time outside of the room and away from the captain's penetrating stare had quelled her fear of the man for the moment. Enough to allow her to speak up when prompted. She narrowed her eyes and said, "I think I know what Ophelia is trying to say, because we're both probably thinking the same thing. I think she's trying to say that you should enjoy the command of this sub while you can because it is the last vessel you will ever see in your life. This is a violation of human rights, no matter what you may think of us or our station in life. As soon as we're on dry land again you are finished, captain. And if you're not afraid of our fathers and what a good lawyer can do, then know this; I guarantee not all of your men are cowardly enough to go along with this and I will bet that they'll testify against you as well." She leaned in, her anger boiling over. The man was dangerous and she knew it, but she'd be damned if she was going to go out quietly. Yoko could be the nicest person you ever met and she always tried to make peace between people, but she knew diplomacy would have no effect on him. "You, captain, are an absolute monster. And one more thing; if you hate me, just wait until you meet my father."<br><br>There. Now come what may, she's said her piece. She'll save the rest of her fury for when she gets home. 
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				Post by: <strong>YouMustRealize</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 02:42:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/66/YMR.jpg)</div><br><strong>Alex Macauley, Tactical Officer</strong><br><br>Once safely outside the Hawk's cabin, Macauley squared himself against the bulkhead, facing the opposite side of the corridor as he propped his heels against it.&nbsp; Then, slowly and very deliberately, he banged his head against the wall, grimacing as the grey steel pounded into the back of his skull.<br><br>Christ.&nbsp; They were on a top priority intelligence mission that meant a very long patrol playing grab-ass with the Red Banner Northern Fleet, poking around so close in they could raise the periscope and see Mother Russia.&nbsp; Close enough that if the Soviets spotted <em>Triton</em> they might very well decide to sink her and apologize to the President afterwards, rather than let her get away with the goodies on their latest and greatest technology.&nbsp; And the Old Man decides to act like the worst possible combination of Florence fuckin' Nightengale and Captain Bligh.&nbsp; He could hear one of the girls talking angrily on the other side of the hatch, and that was good for another couple good whacks.&nbsp; However much he might disagree with the Captain's treatment of the redhead, he'd been aboard <em>Triton</em> long enough to know that butting heads with the Hawk was a losing proposition.&nbsp; Right now it looked like the best he could hope for was for the girls to learn that without goading the Skipper into doing something over the line...or more accurately, something <em>else</em> over the line.<br><br>Oh yeah.&nbsp; This was going to be an <em>awesome</em> fuckin' patrol.&nbsp; He could tell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 10:37:07</strong>
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				<strong>Joseph Harden carries out his orders</strong><br><br>Harden was surprised that the Hawk seemed to come a bit to his senses. In his experience, the old man never much came back upon his decisions. Perhaps he wasn’t totally lost after all? Harden saluted the captain. <strong>“Yes sir… I will make the proper arrangements.”</strong> Harden left the captain’s stateroom and disappeared into the belly of the ship. He went over possible candidates for guard duty. Luka Zanovic was one… There was a reason why Harden had opted to take the man along with him when the captain summoned him for a sortie. However, the man had been stealing glances at the girls when they rowed back to the submarine. On the other hand, what man wouldn’t stare some at a handful of scantily clad women, especially after being stuck on a sub with nothing but men for a couple of months? Zanovic was a disciplined sailor and would not betray his trust. The second man was harder to choose… There were a handful that Harden would consider, but none he really felt 100% confident about. Eventually he settled upon Anthony Vinci, a family man from Brooklyn. Harden wasn’t entirely convinced the man wouldn’t stray, but he seemed like the best option out of a flawed bunch. <br><br>The Chief Petty Officer summoned both men to his own quarters and briefed them. Zanovic was not too surprised, having already seen the women, but Vinci’s face turned ever more incredulous. “Any questions?” He inquired at the end of his explanation. <strong>“Yes sir, has the old man lost his marbles? Five women on a military submarine? The Hawk must know this will never end well…”</strong> Harden cut him off. <strong>“It’s not our place to judge the captain’s decisions, Vinci. Only carry them out. We’ll just have to make the best of a difficult situation. I want you to clear out the storage space opposite the ladies’ bunk room as well. That section of the ship is to be locked off, no one enters or leaves without my consent. And my consent will not come without having direct permission from the captain. You and Zanovic are relieved from any other duties for the time being. You will work guard duty in eight hour rotations. You will not interact with the women in any way though. I expect you outside their door at all times.”</strong> Zanovic and Vinci exchanged a short glance but then swiftly replied. <strong>“Yes sir!”</strong><br><br>Harden nodded.<strong> “Good… you two men are dismissed, go make the necessary preparations, I suspect the Hawk will be done with the ladies very soon now.”</strong> Harden sighed, but only after the pair of men had vacated his quarters. This royal mess they were in was only just beginning. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 14:18:31</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise Monot</strong><br><br>Eloise was now beyond shocked at the captain's behavior. When she was invited back into his room and presented with the opportunity to speak her mind, this seemed like another sick joke. <strong>"I'd prefer to not comment captain, as I feel like whatever I say might have bad repercussions. I will just say that it is unbecoming for any officer to use the kind of violence you've used on Yoko and Ophelia."</strong> She suspected that even his own men felt he was out of line in his treatment of Yoko and Ophelia, and if they weren't, they were no better than their commanding officer. She didn't relish the prospect of having to serve as his assistant of sorts. She was already repelled by his close proximity and that was with so many other people present. She did not want to think about sharing the state room with him alone. 
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				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 18:34:16</strong>
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				<hr><em>Holland Bozeman<br>August 4th 1966<br>Aboard The USS Triton<br>Captain's Stateroom</em><br><hr><br>After being escorted back into the room the girls received their assignments. Even though Holland had many workable skills, knowledge of what to do in an engine room was not one of them! She feared how the man she'd been assigned to would react to having her as an assistant, and hoped that maybe her ability to jump into a situation head first and get dirty would work to her advantage. Holland couldn't help but think that this would have been a perfect assignment for Ophelia if the Captain hadn't bound and caged the fiery redhead. <br><br>When invited to speak Holland was at a loss, something she'd never really experienced before. Threats against the Captain had already been made, as had comments at his behavior she felt like there was really nothing left to say to the man. <strong>"I have no comments, Sir. I'm ready to get to my assignment." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 15:58:12</strong>
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				<strong>A group of sailors gathered in the galley</strong><br><br>The Triton’s mess hall was awash with the murmur of conversation. Luka Zanovic had plain ignored Joseph Harden’s suggestion at secrecy, which meant that nearly every man on board was aware of the five women the captain had taken in. Most of the off-duty crew had gathered in the galley to discuss the developments. A pale blonde sailor called Johansson was recalling his version of the facts, with a dozen or so men gathered around him. <br><br><strong>“Five of them… There’s five of them… A real pussy buffet, gents. Zanovic claims there’s a redhead, a blonde, a couple of brunettes and what he said was the Asian girl with the biggest pair of knockers he’d ever seen on an oriental.” </strong><br><br>Excited laughter erupted. Bernard Roberts, one of the oldest men on board leaned back and shook his head.<br><br><strong>“You lads should take it all with a pinch of salt, this is Zanovic we’re talking about… They could just as easily be five toothless grandmas. The fool isn’t afraid of a bit of exaggeration.” </strong><br><br>The man shrugged.<br><br><strong>“Besides, even if they really are five hot pieces, do any of you reckon you’ll get a slice? The Hawk will lock em up so tightly none of us will even get near. Naah fellas, the only men who might get some action out of this are the officers, and that is if they dare to risk the captain’s wrath. Of course, if I were in their shoes, I’d reckon that some pussy is well worth spending a few days in the stockade.”</strong> <br><br>Benjamin Cain, a fresh-faced young sailor with red curly hair and an eternal smile banged on the table.<br><br><strong>“Damn officers… Would figure that they’d hoard the women. We’re good enough to clean their engines and scrub their floors, but they cannot abide one of us actually getting some enjoyment on this trip. The only hole I’m likely to fill on this mission is a bleeding torpedo tube.”</strong> <br><br>The laughter was cut off short as Joseph Harden stepped into the galley, though the look on the men’s faces were enough to tell him what had caused their excitement. The genie was well and truly out of the bottle now... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dreamster</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 16:20:02</strong>
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				<strong>The Hawk</strong><br><br><hr><br><strong>"No, Miss Jaimie, you and your friends won't be sleeping in the stateroom."</strong> He didn't bother pointing out that even if that had been the case, they wouldn't be <em>sleeping with him</em>. Though he had a hard time not letting that idea gnaw at the back of his mind. What would it be like to make them sleep with him? It had been a while since he'd had a good time with women. He looked at the other three, and said, <strong>"Like I said, we started on the wrong foot. And I'm doing all I can to set things right. If you cooperate, there is no reason I'd have to resort to harsh behavior. And to show how much I'm willing for things to stay peaceful with you all, I'll ignore Miss Yoko's anger and hope she soon sees reason in my actions so far. You all are free to sue me once we get out of the water. But until then, we should try to gain each other's respect in here."</strong><br><br>Moving over to Ophelia, he said in as friendly a tone as he could adopt before her, <strong>"Miss Ophelia, I'm going to let you speak now. Do remember though, if you decide to waste your right to speak by throwing threats and curses at me, you won't get another such chance for the foreseeable future. So use this opportunity wisely."</strong> <strong>"Commander, remove her gag"</strong>, he told Macheath. He half wished for the skipper to apologize, for she could be useful in the engine room. But his other half wished she'd learn things the hard way, for then her arrogance would be gone for good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 16:38:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the stateroom<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Scornful to the Captain<br></strong><hr></div>Ophelia has difficulty to understand the Captain's sudden revirement. He had been the perfect bastard, the abusive tyrant, and now he was all cautelous. The only explanation to her eyes was that he had been scared by their threats and was now trying to back-pedal on his tracks. But if he was hoping she would forget what had had done to her and her friends, how he had publicly humiliated, he was on for a big surprise.<br><br>The gag was removed from her mouth and she spent several seconds moistening her mouth, which had been dried by the ball of cloth. All the while she kept her glaring eyes fixed on Hawkes.<br><br>Then, gathering as much scorn as she could in her voice, she simply said, <strong>"Mister Captain, I have nothing to add to what my friends and I have told you before. I won't talk to you anymore. My lawyers will speak in my name."</strong><br><br>And she turned her head away, looking at Macheath, <strong>"Could you please release my wrists too? I believe we all have had enough of this indignity."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 16:52:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/4d6ddc57a16b6_tiny.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;Jaimie Rickshaw<br>&nbsp;On The USS Triton<br>&nbsp;In the Captain's Quarters<br><br>Surprised and hopeful <br><hr><br>She too, like Holland saw no point in attacking the Hawk in his territory.&nbsp; The captain had made it very clear that she and her friends had no power while they were on his vessel.&nbsp; After his insane display, the sudden kindness he threw on them was more than welcome.&nbsp; Satisfied with his answers, Jaimie gave the man a tight, haughty nod. <br><strong>"Understood, captain."</strong> Jaimie said, stiff with both anxiety and determination to keep on a brave face.&nbsp; Jaimie held Yoko's hand as a silent signal to her friend that, 1, she needed to calm down, and, 2, she was not alone.<br><br>When Hawkes turned to Ophelia, the calm facade Jaimie put up cracked slightly.&nbsp; Jaimie was still afraid for her friend, and would waste no time in shrouding her friend in her jacket.&nbsp; A good deal of the anxiety she felt melted away when Ophelia seemed calmer.&nbsp; <br>Finally the Hawk would dismiss them.&nbsp; Jaimie had had enough of that man, and she just wanted to leave knowing everyone was fully clothed and safe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dreamster</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 17:27:53</strong>
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				<strong>The Hawk</strong><br><br><hr><br>The captain could only smile at the confidence the skipper girl showed. She'd seemed to assume that the captain would soften in his stance to her, just like he'd to the rest of them. He knew Macheath wouldn't pay any attention to her request, and rightly so. He said,<strong> "Miss Ophelia, I'm grateful that you've decided not to carry on your arguments, and have decided to wait till the opportune moment when your lawyers are at hand. And I agree with you, there's no need to heap undeserved indignity on anyone."&nbsp; </strong><br><br><strong>"But you see"</strong>, he added in a sarcastic tone, <strong>"it's not fair to say this after you've heaped so much indignity on me by behaving in a rash, disrespectful manner. You could have been patient and a little forthcoming, like your friends. You weren't, and were thus put in this <em>situation</em>."</strong> He raised his hands to point to her bare breasts. <strong>"Now, for it to be fair, I deserve at least an apology. An admission of the wrongness of your ways and an apology, along with a promise of cooperation and patience for the rest of your stay here. That's all I ask to reverse my decision and set you free, so you can be a contributing member of the ship's proud crew."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 17:35:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the stateroom<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Refusing to apologise<br></strong><hr></div>Ophelia's anger boiled again. So Hawkes was at last exposing his duplicity. The muscles of her jaws hardened, her eyes narrowed and finally she burst out.<br><br><strong>"Apologies? You want apologies? I am the one who should be given apologies. All of us girls should receive them. And in due time you will give them, along with reparation for the moral damages you have inflicted to us."</strong><br><br>Her anger was like fed and strengthened by her own words and it turned to fury.<br><br><strong>"You want apologies? That's all you'll receive from me!"</strong> and on that she spat at Hawkes.<br><br><strong>"And you, don't stare at me like that and open those fucking handcuffs!"</strong> she screamed at the Commander.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 17:40:18</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>Without much hope of something amiable to come out, Macheath had removed the gag from the girl, wondering how much she would want to bit his fingers off for touching her.<br><br>Of course he didn't remove her cuffs, he didn't blame her for asking but the girl was a disrespectful know it all, and while he had tried to help her at first, that was before he heard her talk more. Now he didn't care if she rot inside the makeshift cage that was probably ready by this time. <br><br>Everything seemed slightly better, and then the Captain demanded apologies, he had to know that would set the girl off.<br><br>She spat at Hawkes but that was for him to deal with, when she accused him of staring and used foul language, he slapped her hard. <br><br>"You don't speak to me like that, nor you spit at Captains little girl"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dreamster</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 19:15:35</strong>
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				<strong>The Hawk</strong><br><hr><br>Hawkes took out his handkerchief and wiped the spit off his face with a dangerous calm. He expected Macheath's reaction, but he didn't want to do anything until the other girls were out. He turned around, and said to the girls <strong>"You'd agree she needs a few days of special treatment before she can join you all." </strong><br><br>Not waiting for any response, he asked Macheath, <strong>"Commander, escort them out please, and between yourself and Harden, take them to their workstations."</strong> And after a brief pause, added, <strong>"Miss Ophelia wouldn't be needing you before half an hour or so. I'll take the gag." </strong><br><br>After the commander had stepped out with the girls, Hawkes locked the door from inside. He walked over to Ophelia, and turning her around, forced the gag in place again. He was grateful her hands were tied behind her, else the struggle would have been considerably worse. Assured that she was now in no position to speak, he walked over to get a chair, and placed it right before her. He lit a cigar before sitting down. <br><br>Hawkes took the first few puffs in silence, as though contemplating what all he could do with the prisoner. And then he said, <strong>"If you think being displayed naked before hundreds of crewmen is a horrible punishment, the next half an hour is going to be worse."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 22:05:40</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>At the order of the Captain he urged the girls to go back into the adjoining room, ready to get hand on if any tried to resist. Ophelia had sealed her fate by still being defying, it was as if she wanted to make things worse. Legitimate claims of the way the Captain was acting could be made as Yoko did, but it should be obvious by now that Hawks would pay them no heed. Furthermore it would only make the situation they were in worse, as the redhead had shown.<br><br>He called for Harden to show to the room, someone had to stay with Eloise as the other three were taken to their workplaces.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 23:38:38</strong>
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				<strong>Joseph Harden &amp; Eloise Monot</strong><br><br>After the summon came from the Commander, Harden left the galley again and returned to the captain’s quarters. He took the responsibility of looking after Eloise from Mcheath, as the commander departed to assign the girls to their respective posts. <strong>“The captain might need some time with your friend… I’ll show you to your new quarters for the time being.” </strong>After a short walk, they arrived in the section of the ship that had been designated to keep the girls. Zanovic and Vinci had finished clearing out the storage room opposite the bunk room. Vinci managed to keep his glances at Eloise somewhat subtle, but Zanovic was shamelessly staring. Harden started to wonder if he had been wise to select Luka as one of the men for the guard duty, but the decision had been made and he wasn’t about to come back on it now. <strong>“Alright Zanovic, you are dismissed. You’ll come and relieve Vinci in eight hours. You two will man this post even if the girls are on duty, I don’t want any of the men to get ideas and snoop around here.”</strong>&nbsp; Zanovic could not hide his disappointment at being dismissed, but he eventually disappeared. Harden opened the door for Eloise and lead her into the bunk room. He put her bag down on the nearest bunk. <strong>“It might appear cramped, but believe me, this is actually quite spacious for a submarine.”</strong><br><br>Eloise had followed the black man in silence. She was no longer resisting, either physically or verbally. It served no purpose anyway. What happened to Ophelia was ample proof of that.&nbsp; She sat down next to her bag and replied neutrally. <strong>“You don’t have to worry about me, I’ll make do with this… I just want this to be over as soon as possible.” </strong><br><br>Harden sat down on the bunk opposite hers. It was hard not to notice how beautiful the girl was. Her long shapely legs in the short denim hotpants. Her cut-off top revealing quite a bit of her tanned midriff. Her well-shaped breasts. The long dark hair. She would have aroused him had he met her on shore, but here, inside the submarine, after months of going without a woman… No amount of resisting could prevent another hard-on from springing in his pants. He shifted his legs and hoped the bulge would not show too much in his trousers. He could feel the sweat forming again, and hoped the captain wouldn’t take long with the redhead. If he was around the sexy brunette for too long, he wasn’t even sure he could trust himself. What chance did they have at the rest of the crew keeping their composure and discipline? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BigBuckBob</strong> on <strong>16-08-2012, 07:46:57</strong>
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				Brad Stapaneck<br><br>Everything seemed to be going very quickly after he stepped in to the captain's office. It rapid order he discovered why the boat had stopped, truth behind the rumors of someone being taken on board, and that one of those ladies would be sent to work with him. He tuned out at that point and left the room as soon as he was asked. The men in the engine room were not used to strict regulation, he kept them working well enough that the captain rarely had reason to come down for inspection, and in return he let them cut loose. He wasn't sure this situation would be workable in such an environment.<br><br>As he made his way back, he began contemplating how exactly he would get them to remain calm. He could tell the rumors had spread like wildfire, and they now had a bit more weight to them. Someone in the know had let it slip. Immediately on arrival his men started asking for verification.<br>"Yes, it is true. They will be living among us. And Hawk decided to make them earn a spot on the boat. One of them will be assisting ME with my duties. No that is not a playful way of saying sex. Yes that does mean she will be getting in everyone's way. No, there is not a plus side, mostly. I a working on that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>16-08-2012, 11:21:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the stateroom<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;With Captain Hawkes<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Facing the consequences of her acts<br></strong><hr></div>Ophelia had felt that she had the upper hand, that the Captain was cowering from her. This was what she was&nbsp; used to. Peoples always tended to rebel against the power of her family, at first, but they soon changed their mind and apologised. Sometimes she showed magnanimity to them, but when they had been too foolhardy in their revolt, she loved to humiliate them. And on this point, Hawke had gone way beyond all limits.<br><br>Thus, she was not prepared at all for Macheath's slap. It took a totally aback, mentally at first, and then physically as the strength of the blow almost threw her down. Her head was ringing and her cheek was red and warm. Her mouth opened wide, as well as her eyes. She could still feel the officer's handprint on her face. For a moment she was speechless, her incredulous eyes were moving from the Captain to the Commander and back. She had never been placed in such a situation before.<br><br>She saw the other girls moving out, leaving her alone with the Captain, who had locked the door behind them. Her arrogant expression turned to that of a trapped hare. Something was wrong, very wrong. But nothing had prepared her for that and she did not know how to react.<br><br><strong>"Captain... Wait... Don't do anything you might regret later... What are you doing?... Nooooo!!!!"</strong><br><br>She did her best to resist as Hawkes forced the gag into her mouth. With her arms securely cuffed behind her back, there was little she could do though and moreover the panic was paralysing her martial-art skills. The knotted cloth pressed against her lips, harder and harder, and as the pain grew she had to open her mouth. The ball of cotton penetrated past her teeth and she felt the Captain tying it behind her head. She had been reduced to silence once again.<br><br>She staggered backward until she could move no further, her back against a corner of the room. Hawkes did not pursue her. He calmly sat down in front of her, smoking. There was something even more dreadful in this calmness. She looked at him, her heart pounding hard. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. She was helpless in the hands of a mad tyrant. Remembering her training, she tried to calm down, to breathe deeper and collect her thoughts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>16-08-2012, 11:33:37</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise Monot &amp; Joseph Harden in the ladies' bunk room</strong><br><br>Eloise was feeling increasingly more unsettled and uncomfortable. It had already started with her confrontation with the captain and the subsequent treatment of Ophelia. And she had not missed the lustful looks the pair of men at the door of her new “home” had given her. One of them had looked at her with a famished expression and his eyes had shamelessly roamed over her body. The black sailor who had taken her to the bunk room was more respectful, but now that they had shared the small space in silence for a while, she noticed him shifting his legs. It was hard to miss the huge bulge in his pants. By the size of the outline, the man had a massive cock, a realization that made her blush deeply and she quickly averted her eyes. They were prisoners on a ship filled with men who hadn’t even seen a woman in months! <br><br>Joseph Harden caught the girl staring at his crotch briefly and then quickly averting her eyes. His hope of concealing his arousal was in vain, she had caught on to his state of mind. It was hard to hide his member within the tight confines of his uniform… He hoped that the captain would be done with the fiery redhead sooner rather than later. Every moment he was forced to spend in close proximity to the sexy brunette was torture. He’d need a cold shower after this… several cold showers. His cock was so hard he imagined that he could pierce through the metal bulkhead if he tried. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dreamster</strong> on <strong>16-08-2012, 17:50:45</strong>
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				<strong>The Hawk</strong><br><hr><br>The captain smiled at the redhead, and said as he got up from his chair, cigar still in hand, <strong>"See, it feels so much better now. Without your whining and nagging and stomping."</strong> He moved closer, and hissed close to her face, <strong>"Now you realize the helplessness of your situation. Now you see you've been cornered, and left alone. Served on a plate to a hungry wolf."</strong> Grasping her neck with his free hand, he continued, <strong>"And I'll make you pay for what you've done."</strong> He kept one shoe on her feet, so she couldn't raise her knee in defense. Slowly, his grip on her throat tightened.<br><br>He calmly kept puffing at his cigar, looking at her face turn redder as she came closer and closer to choking. Blowing smoke onto her face, he said,<strong> "It seems daddy didn't take time from making money to teach his daughter some manners. Well, seeing as you have your Uncle Ed here with you, maybe he can help you learn. What will he do? Will he let his men savor every inch of your lovely body?"</strong> Holding his cigar between his teeth, he raised his hands and squeezed her right breast. <strong>"Or does he get first dibs?"</strong> His face contorted in a maniacal smile, as his fingers pulled hard at her nipple. <strong>"Sue me, will you?"</strong> he asked with the cigar in his jaws. <strong>"Well, maybe I should give you more material evidence for the trial."</strong> He got the cigar our of his mouth and touched the tip to her skin, right below her breast. <strong>"How does it feel, my dear?"</strong> he shouted to drown her moans of pain, even though no outside the stateroom would hear anything through the thick steel walls. <strong>"The fun has just started."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 02:11:24</strong>
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				<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br><hr><br>Mari had seemed to be shocked into silence for the majority of the events, but when she was ushered into an adjoining room by a crew member, she realized what was going on. Ophelia was being punished by the captain! Immediately, her redhead spirit returned, and she ran over to the door...pounding on it in anger.<br><br><strong>"You bastard! Let her go! Leave her alone!"</strong><br><br>She was wearing a yellow dress that came to just below her knees, and her red curls were pulled back into a headband. For all intents and purposes, she looked like an innocent school girl. Her shoes had been lost in the chaos, and her breasts were heaving as she kept hitting the door.<br><br><strong>"Do you hear me? Let her go!"</strong><br><br>She would do anything to protect her friends, and she was just as stubborn and feisty as the other redhead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 03:46:02</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>As they went into the adjoining room the other redhead started to freak out. He grabbed her hands after she bashed the door a couple of times. He was lost a second looking at her figured as she heaved and her breasts moved.<br><br>"Listen to me." He made her look into his eyes "You can't help her like this, all you will do is make it worse. If you want to help your friend be quiet and listen"<br><br>He looked at the other two "This goes for you too, the Captain is strict but is not a bad man... deep within..., he is angry and stressed if you add to that, your friends and yourselves will suffer more. I want yo help you, the best you can do is carry out the work he gave you. I will help you how I can, and protect you from anyone that wants to harm you. But you have to trust me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 03:50:57</strong>
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				<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br><hr><br>The man in the room moved forward and grabbed her hands, making her struggle to free herself...breathing hard. She yanked and tugged, but the seaman was much stronger than her. Swallowing angrily, she glared at him.<br><br><strong>"And why should we believe you? You could be just as bad as him behind closed doors."</strong><br><br>Her blue eyes met his fiercely, although she knew that she should probably be a little more open to trusting him. After all, if he was telling the truth, then they'd need a protector. Her heart raced as her anger and panic combined to make her skin flush and her eyes turn wild.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 04:05:03</strong>
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				<strong> Jaimie Rickshaw</strong><br>&nbsp;In the Captain's Quarters<br><br><hr><br>Jaimie's hopes were squashed the moment Ophelia spat on the Captain's face.&nbsp; She closed her eyes, praying that the Hawk would not behave too irrationally.&nbsp; <br><br>As the heavy metal door closed behind them with an ominous thud, Jaimie gaze was heavy and defeated.&nbsp; She barely stirred while Mari pounded on the door frantically.<br><strong>"Mari, you saw what violence and impulsiveness does here."</strong> She snapped, hoping her friend headed her warning.&nbsp; <strong>"We should at least try and see what complying gets us."</strong> She did not want to see any more of her friends humiliated and degraded by the hands of the captain.&nbsp; Yes, she too wished she could do something more to aid Ophelia, but she had a feeling that Macheath was right.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 04:12:18</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>Figuring that while she was angry at him, she wouldn't resume bashing the door, he let go of her as she struggled.<br><br>"I had to grab you, I'm sorry, but you needed to stop the banging"<br><br>He took a breath and went on "I can be bad with open doors if I lose my patience, but I don't have such a short fuse as he does. I seriously want to help all of you, and I'm sorry to say that you don't have much of a choice other than trusting me. I tried to help Ophelia too, she didn't listen."<br><br>He took a step back so he wouldn't be in Mari's personal zone, he knew she didn't trust him, after the Captain's actions he knew why.<br><br>"Me being truthful in this is your best case scenario, I outrank everyone but the Captain, if I wanted to abuse my power with you I could. I appreciate your loyalty to your friend, but you have to do what is best, and that is behaving and letting me help you"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 04:21:15</strong>
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				<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br><hr><br>When he let her go, she almost went back to the door, but then Jaimie asked her not to. Sighing, she stopped, and turned back to the man. <br><br>"Open doors?"<br><br>When he stepped back, she raised her chin and looked a little less panicky. <br><br>"But fine. You can show me to my 'station.'"<br><br>She was obviously unhappy with the whole situation, but who wouldn't be?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 09:47:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the stateroom<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;With Captain Hawkes<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Strangled and branded by the Captain<br></strong><hr></div>When the Captain stood up from his chair, Ophelia wished she could retreat inside the wall. The man was taller than her, in full uniform, while she was nearly naked, gagged and cuffed. She was in a totally helpless situation, something she had never been taught in her self-defence training. Some of her acquired reflexes shot in though and she imperceptibly shifted her weight on her left foot so as to free her right leg for kicking him if the need arose. And her kicks could be deadly, or so her trainer had told her.<br><br>Hawke reduced it to nothing by stomping his boot on her naked toes. She gasped from the pain and the shock and yanked on her feet to free them from the Captain's weight. To no avail... A moment later, his hand was around her throat, squeezing her windpipe and lifting her. Ophelia's eyes grew wide open in panic. Again she tried to kick her legs free, she twisted her body, contorted her arms and emitted an amazing amount of muffled moans from under her gag. But all she managed to do was to make her naked breasts bounce and swing frantically, their nipples brushing against the Captain's shirt. His hand seemed to be made of steel.<br><br>Her head was lifted higher, her breathe supply was almost completely cut off. Her nostrils were flaring widely as she tried to force air into her burning lungs but even the few trickles she managed to squeeze down her trachea were polluted by cigar smoke. Her eyes were bulging and rolling piteously. Her chest was heaving fast, causing her breasts to bounce at the same frantic rhythm. As her head turned red, her vision darkened and narrowed. She was totally trapped between him and the cold steel wall she was pressed against. Was she going to die? Was it what it felt to be hanged? She could not even scream anymore into her gag because her lungs were empty.<br><br>Hawkes' face had totally changed. He was no longer trying to keep a contained appearance. The mask of civilisation was gone and his true self was in full view, a terrifying spectacle to the poor Ophelia. She felt, and actually was, totally helpless. Nobody would help her. This was a situation she had never ever lived and was terribly scary.<br><br>Then, as she was fighting against nausea and asphyxia she felt pain in her nipple. With her head pressed against the wall, she was forced to look slightly upward and could not see what was exactly happening. The pain grew unbearable, as if her nipple was crushed in a vise grip, and then stretched away from her body. Her breast followed, elongated, cone-shaped. A feeble moan escaped her gagged mouth. She was clenching her teeth on the ball of cotton. As he spoke with the cigar in his mouth, as he mocked and threatened her, the glowing red tip of his cigar was dancing a mere inch from her puffy face.<br><br>And then the pain in her nipple receded, the cigar disappeared from her field of sight, and soon searing agony hit the bottom of her breast. She could not believe it: the bastard had branded her with his cigar. Her body arched backward as the sudden pain gave her a last puff of panicked energy. The pain was hard enough but there was more to it. He had branded her! He had disfigured her perfect chest! And then came the realisation that he was not even afraid of leaving telltale marks on her body. Was this man totally crazy? Or was he planning to get rid of them all in the end?<br><br>As those terrible thoughts passed through her mind, Ophelia's face seemed to decompose itself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dreamster</strong> on <strong>18-08-2012, 00:34:09</strong>
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				<strong>The Hawk</strong><br><br>The captain felt his inner violent urges rising up to the surface with each second. No sight got his adrenaline flowing faster than that of an enemy subdued. His force had subdued the girl, and restrained her protests to mere moans and twitches. And those muffled moans were making it all the more pleasurable for him. <strong>"Not the skipper anymore, are we now?"</strong> he asked her with a sick twisted smile. <strong>"You're just the captain's plaything on this sub. And soon, he'll let the whole crew play with you." </strong><br><br>He stubbed his cigar on the wall behind her, and bent down to pick up another piece of cloth among the items the girls had got out of their purses. He knelt down, and for the briefest of moments, released her feet from under his boot. Before she could even gather what had happened, he had tied her ankles together. <strong>"There, the picture is complete now"</strong>, he said, smiling, looking into her eyes. <strong>"Or, is it?"</strong> Again grabbing hold of her throat, he moved his other hand down to her shorts. Looking into her eyes, he unbuttoned the shorts, and pulled down the fly. <br><br>And then he turned her around so her face was pressed against the wall. He pulled her shorts down slowly, savoring each second as her ass came into view. Licking his lips, he thwacked her ass hard with his palm. As that cheek turned red, he slapped the other one even harder. <strong>"How does it feel? The reality of your situation disciplining you, for you've ignored it all this while?"</strong> he asked pulling her head backwards holding her hair. <strong>"You'll lose all sense of dignity by the time you get off this vessel, trust me."</strong> <br><br>He let go of her for a moment again as he fetched his steel ruler from the table. The cold metal lashed on her skin with a twang which made the captain feel hard in his pants. He was surprised to see himself aroused torturing the girl, but couldn't deny the pleasure. As he held her pinned to the wall, blow after blow with the ruler left her ass redder than a beet, and him sweating with excitement. He was getting more and more ideas now, and wished he could keep her caged in his room forever.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>18-08-2012, 21:43:25</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>"Alright let's go to the radio room first, that is your stop Miss Rickshaw."<br><br>He started guiding them through the submarine, himself in front of them to stare down anyone that caught them on the way.<br><br>"You can trust Harden too, he is a good man, I insist to any and all of you, that if a problem arises you demand my presence. Most people in the vessel know that is better to comply to that, and I will make sure that if someone doesn't they will learn quickly."<br><br>He didn't say more than that, as he wanted them to be able to relax some, and it was only so much they could, with the stranger they didn't know they should trust talking to them.<br><br>Eventually they made it there. "Adrian, I have your new assistant here. I hope you two can get along. If any problem arises I expect to be notified inmmediatly."<br><br>Then he turned to face the other girls
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 03:26:32</strong>
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				<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br><br>Mari followed them and made sure that Jaimie was alright as she was dropped off at the radio room. She smiled and hoped that she would be alright, and then looked at Macheath. As they walked away from the radio room, she realized that she wanted to try and save Ophelia, and leaving her didn't settle well. Unfortunately, she had no idea how to get there. She hoped that she could guess her way back, and then took a deep breath before turning and running back the way they'd come.<br><br>She didn't know where she was going, but she was panicking, and she had to either get to Ophelia or get away from the men on this sub. Running through the corridors and rooms, she quickly became lost and disoriented, and she now knew she was running blind. Hopefully she could find something familiar before someone found her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YouMustRealize</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 05:25:29</strong>
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				<strong>Alex Macauley</strong><br><br>Mac heard the sound of running feet in the corridor outside his stateroom and opened the door, stepping out into the passageway just in time to take a hit in the chest from a high-velocity redhead.&nbsp; He grunted and rocked back on his heels in surprise before looking down at- right, Mari, that was her name, the one assigned to him.&nbsp; He raised his eyebrows, voice dry with almost palpable irony.<br><br>"Looking for me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 05:31:29</strong>
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				<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br><br>She didn't see the man until it was too late, and when she ran into him, she grunted from the impact. She fell to the ground on her butt, and her skirt flew up a bit to land around her thighs. Groaning as she felt her head swim, she looked up and remembered him as the man she was "assigned" to. Breathing hard, she shook her head.<br><br>"No. I was not looking for you. I was looking for a way back to the captain's quarters. My friend is being tortured by him!"<br><br>She was obviously upset as she attempted to stand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YouMustRealize</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 05:37:51</strong>
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				<strong>Alex Macauley</strong><br><br>Macauley reached down and offered her a hand, eyes meeting hers.&nbsp; His face was impassive, but there was more than a flicker of compassion there.<br><br>"Miss Prescott, right?&nbsp; Miss Prescott, can we talk for a bit in my stateroom?"&nbsp; His voice was light, but his expression made it clear this was not a request.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 05:40:26</strong>
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				<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br><br>She didn't take his hand, and instead stood up on her own. Dusting off her dress, she put her hands on her hips and shook her head.<br><br>"Actually, no. I have to get to my friend."<br><br>She made a move as if to move past him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YouMustRealize</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 05:45:43</strong>
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				<strong>Alex Macauley</strong><br><br>He reached out and grabbed her shoulder, fingers tightening as he leaned in.&nbsp; "You can't do anything for her right now.&nbsp; And we need to talk, before you get both you and her into a lot more trouble.&nbsp; Got it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 05:49:56</strong>
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				<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br><br>Mari frowned as he grabbed her, and immediately tried to pull back. However, he was much stronger, and she glared as he tightened his fingers. Looking up at him, she was about ready to argue again when he said that she could get Ophelia in a lot more trouble. That was the last thing she wanted, so she sighed in irritation and finally jerked her shoulder free.<br><br>"Fine. We'll talk, but then I'm leaving."<br><br>She walked into his room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YouMustRealize</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 06:01:19</strong>
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				<strong>Alex Macauley</strong><br><br>Macauley followed her into the stateroom and locked the door.&nbsp; Inside were a pair of stacked bunks, a folding desk and washbasin, and barely enough room for the two of them to stand.&nbsp; Macauley was wedged against the door, with Mari backed into a corner of the room against the bunks.&nbsp; It didn't leave a lot of room for things like breathing, and Macauley found himself forcing down a hot rush of blood to his groin, willing himself not to get hard.&nbsp; He leaned back as much as he could to draw his body back from Mari's, focused his eyes with an effort, then spoke, quickly and quietly.<br><br>"Allright, Miss Prescott.&nbsp; Now listen.&nbsp; You are currently thousands of miles from shore, out of communication with the rest of Western civilization most of the time, and sealed in a steel sewer pipe with a few hundred men who will go along with any story the Captain tells them to as long as it gets them a piece of ass.&nbsp; So regardless of right or wrong, you're in a very poor negotiating position.&nbsp; He could give your friend to the crew to buy their silence, fire the rest of you out of torpedo tubes, wipe the logs, and nobody would ever know different.&nbsp; I don't know if he's capable of it but...let's just say he's been full of surprises lately.<br><br>"We've got a saying around here that there are three ways to do anything- the right way, the wrong way, and the Hawk's way.&nbsp; And like it or not, as long as we're out here, things will get done the Hawk's way, one way or the other.&nbsp; After we get back to port is probably going to be another story, but that's if we get back to port.&nbsp; Which kinda leads us to my other point.&nbsp; Where are you from, Miss Prescott?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 06:08:26</strong>
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				<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br><br>She didn't like that he locked the door, but she figured she should pick her battles. Crossing her arms over her chest, she backed away as far as she could from him and tried not to think about how claustrophobic the area was. Looking at him square in the eye, she didn't notice any struggle on his part, but she was struggling to keep from running to the door and trying to get it open.<br><br>His words did little to ease her mind, and she frowned when he mentioned a piece of ass. She narrowed her eyes at his tone and tilted her head at his last question.<br><br>"Boston."<br><br>She didn't trust him, but she had to admit that he was quite attractive. Rugged...strong...military.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YouMustRealize</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 06:11:42</strong>
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				<strong>Alex Macauley</strong><br><br>"Hmm."&nbsp; The ghost of a smile appeared on his face at that.&nbsp; "I'm a Cape Cod boy myself.&nbsp; I'd like to see it again someday.&nbsp; But a lot more than you realize, Miss Prescott, that really depends on you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 06:13:11</strong>
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				<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br><br>She seemed to relax a bit at his mention of his home, but not much. At his next statement, she frowned.<br><br>"What do you mean? What could possibly depend on me?"<br><br>She honestly had no idea what he was talking about.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YouMustRealize</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 06:27:05</strong>
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				<strong>Alex Macauley</strong><br><br>"Our lives."&nbsp; His voice was level, completely serious.&nbsp; "This boat is going into harm's way, Miss Prescott.&nbsp; Exactly where I can't tell you, but what matters is that we're going to be gathering information about Soviet submarines in waters very near their coast.&nbsp; Technically we have the right to be there, but the Soviet Navy is a very, very trigger happy bunch and if we're picked up I guarantee they're going to do their level best to sink us.&nbsp; If all of you- all of us- can't get you worked into our operational routines and keep the ship running smoothly, you're never going to get the call Captain Hawke to account, because all of us are going to be fish food."<br><br>God, that sounded corny.&nbsp; Macauley sighed, shifting a bit on his feet to try to hide the stiffening erection between his legs.&nbsp; God, this girl was gorgeous, bright red hair, pert and rounded curves, and God, he couldn't afford to think like that.&nbsp; Focus, mister.<br><br>"This is going to be the only time I'll say this, and if you repeat it I'll deny it, but I wish to hell the Captain had just left you girls on your yacht and called it in to base.&nbsp; They could probably have gotten somebody to you in a week or so, and none of us would be in this mess.&nbsp; But it didn't happen that way, we're all here, and job one is getting back to port.<br><br>"So if you go running to the Captain's cabin, I'll tell you what'll happen.&nbsp; He'll punish you too, because he can't allow his authority to be challenged.&nbsp; Maybe directly, maybe by making things worse for your friend, but either way it won't help her.&nbsp; And all of you will be that much further from learning what you've got to if we're going to survive out here."<br><br>He held his hands up.&nbsp; "Still want me to open the door?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 06:34:54</strong>
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				<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br><br>Mari almost laughed, but when she saw he was serious about the threat, she listened respectfully. Everything he said made sense, but she didn't want to hear any of it. This whole yacht trip was an awful idea, and now their lives were going to change because of it. She didn't want to be here, but she was sure none of the men wanted them there either.<br><br>He shifted a bit, but she didn't know why. She honestly wished they'd left them there too. This was a big mess, and there didn't seem to be any way out of it right now. She also knew he was right about the captain. Running to help wouldn't get her anywhere, and it might hurt things. Sighing, she sat down on the bottom bunk and groaned in despair.<br><br>"This whole thing is so screwed up. I just want to go home."<br><br>She was smart, though. Smarter than most. That would be an asset to the sub, if she let them use it.<br><br>"So we're supposed to help the sub run smoothly. I guess you're supposed to show me where I'll be sleeping?"<br><br>She reached up and adjusted the straps on her dress, showcasing her full bust as she pulled her dress up a bit. She crossed her legs at the ankles and licked her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YouMustRealize</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 22:40:47</strong>
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				"Yeah, it is."&nbsp; Macauley shrugged, smiling a very little bit.&nbsp; "But the bad thing about a submarine is also the good thing about a submarine.&nbsp; We all sink or swim together.&nbsp; So I've got what you might call a very personal interest in making sure you get home."<br><br>He flushed a bit as she played with her dress, watching her breasts bob enticingly against the thin fabric, and closed his eyes for a moment.&nbsp; Damn it, was she trying to tempt him, or did she really have no idea what her body could do?&nbsp; Hell, if he'd seen this girl ashore he'd have made a serious play for her, never mind weeks into a patrol with no women at all.&nbsp; And that comment about sleeping arrangements- what the Hell!?&nbsp; Macauley cleared his throat with an effort.<br><br>"Well, I think the first step is to get you to change clothes."&nbsp; He pulled a blue jumpsuit out of his roommate's locker- thank God he bunked with Shorty- and tossed it to her.&nbsp; "I'll wait outside, give you some privacy.&nbsp; Then we'll get you set up in storage, and since the Skipper is going to make you work for your supper I'll show you around the Intel center."&nbsp; Hell, might as well see if she had a sense of humor.&nbsp; "I don't suppose you speak Russian, do you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 02:20:14</strong>
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				She had no idea of the effect she was having, and as he explained the purpose behind everything, she sighed and nodded. Soon he stood and tossed her a blue jumpsuit, and she looked at it in disappointment. Still, it might be better than walking around in her dress. <br><br>When he turned or went away, she unzipped her dress and shimmied out of it. Slipping her legs into the jumpsuit, she zipped it up and noted that it was a bit tight in the bust and hip area, but a little loose through the waist. She let him know he could turn around, and then shrugged. <br><br>"I speak a little Russian...but not much."<br><br>Looking around the room, she bent over and picked up her dress to set it aside. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YouMustRealize</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 02:49:36</strong>
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				Macauley turned around and sucked in his breath, biting down on his bottom lip for a moment.&nbsp; Well.&nbsp; That was <em>somewhat</em> better, but right now the crew jumpsuit was doing its level best to remind him that Shorty didn't have curves like that.&nbsp; Shaking it off for a moment, he unlocked the door and lead Mari out into the passageway and down a ladder into the aft bunkroom.&nbsp; Fortunately, the bunkroom was divided into compartments of about six bunks by watertight doors as a precaution against flooding, so it had been relatively simple to clear out the compartment nearest to aft storage.&nbsp; The bunks weren't made up and still showed signs of being hastily cleared out before having piles of suitcases, handbags, and boxes dumped on them, but at least it let them get a few locked doors between the ladies and the rest of the crew.&nbsp; For all the good it might do.&nbsp; Macauley gestured at one of the bunks, turning to Mari.<br><br>"I think that's your gear.&nbsp; It won't be much, but you can set yourself up a place with those blankets.&nbsp; When you're ready, go back outside to the ladder and take it up two decks- two floors.&nbsp; That'll take you to the Control Room, and we'll see how you do."&nbsp; Macauley turned to go.&nbsp; He knew he was taking a calculated risk here, because there was nothing to stop her from running again.&nbsp; But he wasn't going to be able to watch her every minute either, which meant he'd have to figure out sooner or later how far he could trust her.&nbsp; Best to do it now, before they started playing Hide and Seek in the Barents Sea.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 11:42:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the stateroom<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;With Captain Hawkes<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Having her butt caned hard.<br></strong><hr></div>Ophelia was on the verge of passing out from asphyxia when suddenly the pressure on her throat disappeared. On wobbling legs, she rested her back against the wall, trying to avoid collapsing down while taking deep, hissing breaths. She hardly felt what was done to her feet until she was once again pinned to the wall by her throat. She tried to kick and found her ankles bound together, making her even more helpless.<br><br>And then she was spun around and pressed hard against the steel bulkhead. Her firm breasts were flattened against the cold metal and she shivered. She could breathe again but she could hardly move except for contorting her arms behind her back.<br><br>As Hawkes began to pull her shorts down, she tried to pull it back up by grabbing the hem with her cuffed hands, but each time he just yanked them up by the chain between the handcuffs, causing the steel to bit painfully in her wrists and to let go off the jeans. Progressively, the shorts slid down past her firm, muscular&nbsp; buttocks. The narrow strips of cloth of her bikini G-string did not hide anything of her smooth, tanned butt. Once it had pas the largest part of her hips and butt, there was no coming back. Pulling them up was out of question now, and even more so as they slid down to her knees, way out of reach of her hands.<br><br>The hard spanking made her yelp in her gag and arch her body, pressing her chest against the bulkhead. Her buttocks felt as if the hand had been imprinted into her flesh. Nobody had ever beaten her, even with a flower and the pain was quite a shock to her.<br><br>She felt him releasing her for the shortest amount of time. She tried to move away from the wall but with her bound feet, she did not get far before he slammed her again against it, pinning her with his forearm while yanking on her hair, forcing her to bend her neck backward and face the ceiling. She was helplessly gritting her teeth on the cloth gag, her eyes wide open in panic.<br><br>And then Hell seemed to explode on her butt. Something she could not see was swishing through the air and landing hard against her buttocks. It felt as if her butt cheeks would explode under the impact, as if the thing that was lashed at her was slicing into her skin. She howled to the top of her lungs. She bucked, twisted and swung her body forcefully, trying to escape the terrible lashing of her butt. Each blow seemed harder than the previous one. They were leaving red, bulging welts across her skin, puncturing the skin where they crossed each other. The pain was sharp and long-lasting. But all her thrashing about seemed only to have him pin her harder against the wall and yanking more on her hair, forcing her to arch her spine backwards to the point that she was now facing the ceiling behind him. In between blows, she tried to speak, to beg, but the gag was muffling her words.<br><br>The pain and her efforts to evade the punishment were causing a layer of sweat to form on her skin. The front of her body, which was pressed against the wall became slippery. At last, after a particularly vicious blow, she managed to twist her body in a way that made his forearm slide slightly off her back. She then allowed her wobbling legs to stop supporting her and she collapsed on the floor, curling into a tight ball, moaning in her gag, and trembling. Her butt was glowing red, criss-crossed with thick purple welts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 19:15:34</strong>
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				<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bunk Room and then Control Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alex Macauley<br><hr><br>Mari followed him to the bunk room and looked around. At least she saw some of her things, and it appeared that her friends and her would have space to stretch out and such. On a sub, that was a big concern...so it was welcome news. Seeing Eloise and the black officer, she rushed to them and threw her arms around Eloise. This whole situation was incredibly confusing, but she knew she was glad that she at least wasn't alone. Sighing as she held her close for a few moments, she looked up as she backed away and gave the other officer a glare that said, 'you better not screw with Eloise...or I'll eat your testicles for a snack.' She saw her things and took the blankets he indicated to make herself a little bed on one of the bunks. Afterward, she looked around and sat down for a few moments to collect her thoughts. Well, as much as she could collect them, anyway. This whole thing was a mess, and she just wished that her and the other girls were simply back home with none of this to worry about.<br><br>"I guess I'm supposed to go back to the control room with Macauley...or whatever his name is. If you need me, that's where I'll be, El."<br><br>Then she looked to the man.<br><br>"And if you lay one hand on her in an inappropriate way, I will make sure you regret it."<br><br>Turning with a huff, she exited. She had to accept that things were going to be different on here, and she had to make the best of it. Well, at least, as much as was possible. She was stubborn and didn't take well to taking orders, so that was a big problem there. Also, she didn't like that the captain was allowed to abuse girls so easily. She would make sure that he didn't get away with it, but in the middle of the ocean, there was little she could do about that. Still, she could make sure this Macauley...or whatever his name was...knew that she wasn't some doormat he could order around. If she helped him, it would be because she wanted to.<br><br>With that, she considered running again, but she didn't know where. Therefore, she went to the ladder, climbed up two decks and found the control room. Sighing, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Macauley...clearing her throat.<br><br>"I'm here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 20:30:15</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise Monot &amp; Joseph Harden</strong><br><br>The last thing Eloise had expected when the bunk room door opened was to see Mari step in. Her friend was just as surprised to see her as she was, and she answered her spontaneous embrace with equal vigor. She blushed slightly when Mari threatened the black sailor, to be fair to him, he had been nothing but courteous, bar the obvious arousal in his trousers. But could he really be blamed to be aroused at the sight of a woman after being confined to a submarine for however long they had been on their mission. <br><br>She was sad to see Mari leave again, but at least she realized they would be able to spend some time together in their off hours. Perhaps they could come up with a plan together that would take them away from the submarine sooner. <strong>“Take care, Mari… I’ll see you soon… I hope.” </strong><br><br>She turned her gaze back to Harden, who had initially seemed a little flustered by Mari’s remark, but had now regained his earlier, neutral demeanor.<br><br>Harden was taken by surprise when Mari remarked that he should not touch her friend. For a second, he wondered if his arousal had truly been that obvious, but then he guessed that the girl had just meant it as a general threat not to take any liberties with her friend. It was quite literally hard. Even the sight of the two girls embracing had only stoked the fire of his lust further. Right now it took all his willpower not to bend the girl over her bunk and have his way with her. The Hawk would probably make an example out of him if he did, he could not stand for indiscipline from his Chief Petty Officer. He would likely spend the rest of their mission in the stockade on half rations, and that was if the captain was in a good mood when he decided upon his punishment. Still, that almost started to seem worth it, as his gaze lingered on the brunette’s shapely legs. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 05:06:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://ts1.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=5025430211593472&amp;id=76eb81e5e454240fec652e8e2d5c77a3)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Levan<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Role:</strong> Radio expert and codebreaker<br><strong>Currently:</strong> In the radio room<br><hr><br>Adrian was in the radio room, pacing. What the fuck was going on in this submarine, and more importantly if everything went crazy, how was he going to get out of here? Then his thoughts shifted back to the women on board. And, he thought, how am I going to snag one of those beautiful young ladies for myself?<br><br>He wasn't technically a member of the US Navy, so they couldn't punish him for anything. He didn't want to get on the Captain's bad side either though, because he seemed bat-shit crazy at the moment. Or maybe that's because he was expressing his sexual frustration in his own way. Hell, several months on board with no female contact hadn't helped the men's first contact with women.<br><br>All these thoughts were roaming wildly through his brain, and he was pacing in the radio room. He needed a calm mind to listen to radio, and this certainly wasn't helping. He had to keep pacing until at least he had calmed down, if nothing else.<br><br>Then he heard the knock on the door. MacHeath entered with a woman, one of the girls from the fiasco earlier today. Adrian knew that one of them would be reporting to him for duty, but he ignored MacHeath's words, instead taking in the girl's appearance. Fuck, he thought. Of all the women on board, he had to get stuck with one of the attractive ones. Then he saw the other two girls in the hallway behind the Navy Officer. They were all attractive, just their luck.<br><br>He saluted to the Navy Officer and nodded, watching them leave as the door closed behind him. He pushed his sexual thoughts out of his mind as his cock began getting aroused, and instead decided to ask a more practical question. "Have you any experience with radios?" he asked. He also reached out his hand with a casual smile, like his normal ones, "Name's Adrian, by the way." He wondered how useful she would be as an assistant, and where this whole thing would go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dreamster</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 17:19:55</strong>
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				<strong>The Hawk</strong><br><br>The captain felt proud of his handiwork as he saw the girl lying on the floor with all her strength drawn out of her. He smiled to himself as he remembered how fierce she'd been earlier. There was nothing some knots and a few slaps from him wouldn't tame. He wasn't worried about the effects of her ordeal showing on her skin. No one would dare question him, especially after his most vociferous enemy on board had been silenced in this way. And he didn't care about if and when they surfaced. The Ruskies were not getting dangerously active and close, and the way their mission was going, the possibility of survival was slowly going down notch by notch.<br><br>He moved closer to her body, and placing his shoe below her cheek, made her face up. <strong>"I sincerely hope, for your sake, you've now seen sense, skipper. I'll leave you to give it some thought as you spend time in your cage. Nothing teaches better than shame and embarrassment. And trust me, if you decide to test me again, I'll raise your punishment up by another notch."</strong><br><br>He walked to the door, and opening it slightly, walked outside. To the young man standing guard, he said, <strong>"Bring Commander Macheath here. On the double."</strong> He was sure by then the commander would have shown each girl to her post. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 17:36:25</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>Macheath left the radio room hoping Adrian would behave, he wasn't a bad person, but he was very reckless and if he started to run his mouth there could be trouble. He hoped that if something happened someone would have the good sense to call him.<br><br>Then he realize Mari was gone. He made his way to Macauley's post hoping for the best, it wasn't as if the girl knew where she was going. He might as well hope for the best, he wasn't hearing any screams and that was a good thing.<br><br>He banged heavily on the control room door. Then the guard showed up with orders from the Captain. "I'll be right there, wait with me" he ordered him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YouMustRealize</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 18:30:56</strong>
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				<strong>Alex Macauley<br>Control Room</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=148483.msg6786696#msg6786696">Quote from: Christa McGinn on 20-08-2012, 19:15:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">With that, she considered running again, but she didn't know where. Therefore, she went to the ladder, climbed up two decks and found the control room. Sighing, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Macauley...clearing her throat.<br><br>"I'm here."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Good."&nbsp; Macauley nodded at her and essayed a small smile.&nbsp; One step down, ten thousand to go.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=148483.msg6791503#msg6791503">Quote from: Prince Truhan on 21-08-2012, 17:36:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He banged heavily on the control room door. Then the guard showed up with orders from the Captain. "I'll be right there, wait with me" he ordered him.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mac pushed the watertight door open to find Commander Macheath outside.&nbsp; Guessing what the other man was up to, he stepped aside to let him see Mari standing by the tactical plot.&nbsp; "She's with me, XO.&nbsp; Just thought we'd try a small experiment.&nbsp; If we have to stand over these ladies every time they go to the head, this is going to be a real long cruise.&nbsp; I'll take charge from now on."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 18:40:20</strong>
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				<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Control Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alex Macauley<br><hr><br>She didn't smile back, and when Macauley opened the door to reveal Macheath, she raised her chin and met his gaze evenly. Yes, perhaps she was being a bit hostile, but she didn't trust any of them...especially since she'd seen more than her fair share of erections already. <br><br>As soon as Macauley said that he'd be in control from now on, Mari put her hands on her ample hips and tilted her head as she raised an eyebrow.<br><br>"Excuse me? I didn't ask for this to happen, and I certainly will not be treated as your inferior. You'll need to get that attitude out of your head real quickly."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 18:45:37</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>"I'm not here to breath down your neck Macauley, just wanted to make sure the red Houdini was here, since she decided running around in a ship full of horny men was a good idea."<br><br>He sighed at Mari's comment "Listen, just keep this in mind, if there is any problem call me, that goes for both of you" he looked into Mari's eyes trying to show that he meant it, but it probably fell on deaf ears.<br><br>"I have to go see what I can do for Ophelia now, any message you want me to relay Mari?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 18:54:47</strong>
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				<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Control Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alex Macauley &amp; Trevor Macheath<br><hr><br>Mari blushed when he said 'horny men,' but hid it quickly as he spoke of Ophelia.<br><br><strong>"Tell her that I'll make sure that Captain pays for what he's done, and that I'll be there to help her as soon as I possibly can."</strong><br><br>She looked him straight in the eye.<br><br><strong>"And you can tell that captain to go straight to hell. If he wants to punish someone, then tell him that I am more than willing to take Ophelia's place. She's gone through enough."</strong><br><br>It was obvious that she was serious, too. She didn't like knowing that her friends were being mistreated...she'd much rather take the brunt herself.<br><br><strong>"If it requires him getting pissed off at me, then tell him whatever you need to in order to do that. I'll spit in his face the moment I see him."</strong><br><br>She was angry and acting out, but a redhead's rage was hard to contain. Turning back to Alex, she leaned against a table and waited. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 19:29:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/4d6ddc57a16b6_tiny.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Jaimie Rickshaw<br>&nbsp;<strong>Role:</strong> Distracting Babe, the brunette one.<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> &nbsp;Radio Room<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> &nbsp;Adrian Levan<br><br><hr><br>Jaimie followed Mcheath through the submarine without a word. She was too upset to say anything.&nbsp; The most she could do was muster a thank you and a half-hearted smile when the officer left her with her assigned partner.&nbsp; Jaimie didn't look immediately at the officer, she took in a deep breath then took a good look around the room.<br><br>The radio room was just as cold and dark as the rest of the submarine.&nbsp; Jaimie, barefoot and dressed in a thin sundress, looked very much out of place in this steel and electronics.<br>Jaimie looked to the man that Mcheath referred to as Adrian.&nbsp; He was younger than she thought he would be, she was expecting another Hawk or Harding.&nbsp; Was it just her or did this man even look..naughty?<br><strong>"I'm Jaimie Rickshaw."</strong> Jaimie said, obviously anxious, and agitated about the whole situation.&nbsp; Regardless, she took his hand and gave it a firm shake.&nbsp; Jaimie noted how much bigger his hand was from hers.&nbsp; Suddenly she knew he could overpower her easily if he wanted to.&nbsp; In an attempt to hide a shiver, Jaimie turned on her heel, skirt fluttering, and looking around the room.&nbsp; She might as well have been looking at hieroglyphics. <br><strong>"I..know nothing about radios."</strong> Jaimie said, squinting at the wires and dials.&nbsp; Quickly she turned to him and added, <strong>"But I'm willing to learn.&nbsp; Uhm, where do we start?"</strong> Jaimie said with a nervous smile.&nbsp; She refused to lose to Hawkes and his stupid game, she was not going to be useless.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 20:17:13</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheaht</strong><br><br>"I'll see what I can do" he said with no intention of repeating even half of what she said, she didn't get it. Ophelia dug her own grave, and only through feigning respect through the Captain she could slowly climb out, losing such a fiery attitude would take time, and if he got Hawkes mad at her all that would be achieved was both of them being punished, and as exciting as the idea of the two naked redheads locked in a cage was, the Commander was sincerely trying to help.<br><br>He started to go back with the guard, as they were a few feet away he warned him. "If you repeat a word of what you just heard your life will become miserable, more than that of one punished by Hawkes."<br><br>Soon they made their way back to the Captain's quarters and Macheath knocked on the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dreamster</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 20:33:40</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: The Hawk<br><strong>Role</strong>: I AM the law.<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Stateroom<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Macheath<br><hr><br><strong>"Come in"</strong>, the captain said in response to the knock. <strong>"Ah, Commander, I see you've completed your assignment in good time again."</strong> He was as close to being in a good mood as someone like him could be. <strong>"Alas though, I have to assign you another, slightly more difficult task."</strong> He pointed to the girl curled up on the floor, not saying a word to give him even the slightest context.<br><br>He was curious to see how Macheath reacted to the scene before his eyes, how his expressions changed. He knew the commander was not a man given to expressions when before his superiors, but the Hawk loved playing such little games to amuse himself.<br><br>After a while, he said, <strong>"I am sure you've already lined someone up to get the cage ready."</strong> Walking closer to him, he added <strong>"She's your responsibility now, Commander. At least during the day. You'll bring her back, with the cage to my stateroom at night. You'll then report to me her behavior throughout the duration of the day, and I'll make a call on the future course of action."</strong><br><br>Taking out a cigar for himself and offering one to Macheath, he said, <strong>"Make me proud, Commander."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 21:02:28</strong>
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				Name: Trevor Macheath<br>Role: Second in Command<br>Location: The Stateroom<br>Tagged: Hawk and Ophelia<br><br>The Captain seemed in a good mood, since he seriously doubted Ophelia turned into a meek submissive girl as soon as the door was closed. This didn't bode well for the redhead.<br><br>He wasn't exactly shocked at seeing the girl on the floor, his eyes did open wider when he saw the marks on her ass, he nearly licked his lips at the sight, even if he wanted to help her, the fact that he didn't particularly like her helped some.<br><br><strong>"Thank you Sir"</strong> he said in regards to his new duty and the cigar, rather than lighting it he just put it in his pocket.<br><br><strong>"I will report at night"</strong> he went towards Ophelia and picked her up <strong>"Come with me"</strong> he said coldly and guided her out of the Stateroom.<br><br>Once they were out however he didn't guide her to the Mess like he was supposed to, but to his room. <br><br><strong>"Don't protest, or I will regret this, remember that my orders are to keep you in that cage all day"</strong> he opened the door to his bathroom, uncuffed her and pushed her in <strong>"You have 10 minutes"</strong> he said and attempted to close the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YouMustRealize</strong> on <strong>22-08-2012, 06:01:40</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Alex Macauley<br><strong>Role:</strong> Increasingly frustrated Tactical Officer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Control Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mari<br><br>"Jesus Christ on a bicycle," Macauley muttered to himself as he watched the XO head off down the ladder for the Captain's stateroom.&nbsp; When they got back to port he was definitely going to have to lend this girl his copy of <span class="bbc_u">How to Win Friends and Influence People</span>.&nbsp; Granting, of course, that they did get back to port.&nbsp; He did his level best to tamp down on the impatience and frustration that roared up inside of him- sure, the girl was a civilian and couldn't be held to the same standard of discipline the crew could, but it wasn't exactly a promising start to learning survival skills down here.&nbsp; As she turned back towards him Macauley knew he hadn't done a very good job of hiding his feelings- his arms were still crossed in front of his body, and his glare could probably strip the paint off the bulkhead.&nbsp; Mari, though, just lifted her chin a bit higher when she saw it, daring him to make it an issue.<br><br>No.&nbsp; They could discuss it later, in private, but damned if he was going to have a shouting match with her in front of the entire watch section.&nbsp; The control room was fairly large for a submarine, about twenty-five feet by ten, but crammed with displays, a pair of large, bulky periscopes, and men- the two sailors at airplane-style control wheels who steered the boat, the diving officer at his ballast control panel, the torpedo, jammer, and decoy operators, all the way down to the yeomen making sure the vertical glass plotting boards around the edge of the room were up to date.&nbsp; Too many eyes and ears for a public argument.&nbsp; Tone barely under control, he pointed at the clear vertical plotting boards that ringed the outside of the room.<br><br>"Those are the tactical plotting boards.&nbsp; One of the jobs I've got in mind for you is updating them with new information as it comes in.&nbsp; Doesn't take much technical skill, but you've got to be able to think on your feet."&nbsp; Gesturing the girl to accompany him, Macauley stalked through the aft hatch, into the sonar room.&nbsp; The sonar shack was narrow and even darker than the rest of the sub, a single row of consoles tended by thin, pale men wearing expensive headphones, lit only by the green phosphor of their screens.&nbsp; Back through the radio shack, giving a smile to the spook type, Levan, and his girl as they headed back into the Intel center.&nbsp; Intel was as large as Control but more like Sonar, full of whispered conversation and electronic gadgets.&nbsp; The map on one wall showed the Soviet Union, with a few electric lights and pins showing information Mari could only guess at.&nbsp; Macauley moved over to an unoccupied console and gestured for her to sit.<br><br>"This is the other.&nbsp; You said you spoke some Russian?&nbsp; We picked up some Soviet fleet traffic this morning, just decoded it.&nbsp; One of our Russian specialists will check it later, but let's see what you can make of it."&nbsp; There was more than a hint of challenge in his voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>22-08-2012, 06:22:11</strong>
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				<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Control Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alex Macauley<br><hr><br>Mari could be quite charming when she wanted, but right now, she was cranky and quick to blame all the men for their predicament. When he glared at her, she did indeed just stare back with a challenging expression. They seemed to put aside their frustration for the moment as he gave her a little tour.<br><br>She was known for her intelligence, so she nodded and remembered everything he told her without problem. As they went through the different areas, she did notice that the men all looked up when she entered...her curves and feminine scent causing several of them to look at her lustfully and many of them to adjust their pants. One of them even reached over and grabbed her ass, grinning as he did so and another whistled. Yet another spoke up to Macauley.<br><br><em>"Did you bring us a toy?"</em><br><br>These weren't the most respected control room techs, but instead were helping with lower level stuff...stuff that didn't need a lot of brain power. Mari ignored them and simply went over to where Alex indicated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>22-08-2012, 13:56:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;In Macheath's bathroom<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;With Macheath<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Readying herself<br></strong><hr></div>Ophelia was curled on the floor, on her side, sobbing. Her shorts were around her knees and her string did little to cover her butt, which was red and covered with welts. Her ankles were tied with some cloth and her arms were cuffed behind her back. As the door opened on Macheath, she lifted her face from the floor and looked at him, her eyes wide and filled with tears above the cloth gag that had been forced in her mouth.<br><br>The officer had to carry her as her bound feet prevented her from walking fast. Ophelia was surprised to see that he had not brought her to the mess but to his own stateroom. She felt her heart sink. What was going to happen here? But then the man just closed the door on her, according her 10 minutes.<br><br>Ten minutes to get ready for the cage... If that was possible... First she hobbled to the toilet seat and contorted her hands to push her bikini bottom down so that she could relieve her bladder. Sitting on the seat proved painful and she just squatted over the bowl instead, to save her poor butt. Wiping herself and pulling the bikini up was not easy either with her hands cuffed in her back. Pulling her short shorts up proved impossible. On one hand, as the shorts were so tight, it usually took quite some wiggling to pull them up in place, which she could not do well with her hands cuffed behind her. On the other hand, her buttocks were so raw that she did not dare to have the rough jeans to rub against them.<br><br>Finally, she took one of Macheath's towels and wrapped it around her hips as best as she could. This would protect her modesty without rubbing against her sore skin. As for her naked breasts, she did not find any way to protect them.<br><br>She was still considering what to do when the officer knocked against the door. The 10 minutes were elapsed.<br><br>Ophelia had a deep sigh. And then she saw a possible solution to her plight. As everything in the submarine, the door was made of steel. And it could be locked from inside. She should have thought about it earlier! She hobbled until her back was against the door and she could reach the lock with her cuffed hands. And she turned the lock closed.<br><br>The click made her realise what she had done. It was hopeless. What would she do in this small room anyway? And thus she unlocked the door again and even opened it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>22-08-2012, 15:26:01</strong>
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				Name: Trevor Macheath<br>Role: Second in Command<br>Location: Commander's room<br>Tagged: Ophelia<br><br>He heard the door lock after the 10 minutes and sighed... did she not think that even if it locked from within, like most bathrooms, in a military vessel the lock could be bypassed from the outside, still she quickly opened it probably thinking of what could come from it.<br><br>Macheath saw what she did with the towel yet he did not comment on it, as he also saw her shorts down. He held her by the cuffs in case she got the bright idea to run away, and he got into the bathroom and took a cream.<br><br>"I know you will want to complain but this will make you heal faster" he pulled off the towel and lathered one of his hand with the cream, then he held her against the wall and begun to spread it on her butt. While it would make her heal up faster, and make some of the pain fade, for the moment the cream was going to burn her already sensitive behind, so he had to hold her tight.<br><br>He did enjoy touching her butt without her agreemed his cock was rock hard as he kept spreading the cream, taking perhaps too long doing it.<br><br>"Do you want me to pull your shorts up?" he asked when he was done
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>22-08-2012, 16:45:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;In Macheath's bathroom<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;With Macheath<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Getting her butt healed<br></strong><hr></div>Ophelia grunted in her gag as Macheath pushed her against the wall, holding her by her handcuff chain. She hated how such simple restraints were rendering her totally helpless, at the mercy of anyone, without any way to express her protest. Her face and breasts were flattened against the bulkhead.<br><br>The towel fell down and then the man began to spread some kind of cream on her wounded buttocks. The mere touch was painful, but then the cream began to warm up and the aching increased. She moaned and wiggled her butt, trying to escape the unwanted touch. It was obvious Macheath was enjoying it. His hand was not acting like a nurse's or physician's. He was as much spreading cream as he was exploring her butt. And indeed it was quite a sight, if one ignored the ugly marks on it. It was firm, round, muscular and firm.<br><br>At last the humiliating treatment came to an end and as Macheath offered to pull her shorts up, Ophelia shook her head. The mere idea of the jeans touching her sensitive skin was causing the hair to stand up on her nape. With muffled sounds, she instead pointed at the towel, which had fallen on her feet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>22-08-2012, 17:40:25</strong>
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				Name: Trevor Macheath<br>Role: Second in Command<br>Location: Commander's room<br>Tagged: Ophelia<br><br>He nodded as she shook her head, it was probably the gag, but considering the situation, she was behaving and he was starting to like her more. He pulled the shorts completely off, unable to keep his eyes off her ass as he moved down, still he didn't use the opportunity to touch her.<br><br>"I will give this to one of your friends, so they can keep it for you." he said as he put the towel around her again.<br><br>"Your friend Mari said she would see you when she could, and that she would much rather have it be her taking the punishment if it spared you. I'm sure she was sincere. She also had some harsh words for the Captain, I kept those to myself since all they would achieve is getting you a cage partner. I wanted you to know you have loyal friends." he took a deep breath <br><br>"Listen I have to take you to the cage that is going to happen, you won't be able to argue your way out of it... I'm sorry." He paused&nbsp; to let that sink in "However I will remove your gag briefly, if there is anything you want me to tell your friends I will deliver the message." Only then he took the gag out of her mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YouMustRealize</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 05:13:05</strong>
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				Name: Alex Macauley<br>Role: Tactical Officer<br>Location: Control Room<br>Tagged: Mari<br><br>Macauley had been holding himself tightly for hours, taut as a coiled spring as he tried to keep his professional cool intact.&nbsp; So far it had worked.&nbsp; But seeing one of his techs reach out, fondle Mari's ass and ask if she was a new toy put him over the edge.<br><br>If you'd asked him later, he couldn't really have told you why.&nbsp; Mac made it a point of pride to never, ever blow his cool.&nbsp; He certainly didn't have any kind of claim on Mari, and she'd shown no signs of needing or wanting his help on anything.&nbsp; And considering that the Skipper had just stripped down one of her former shipmates and put her on display on the mess deck, a pat on the fanny shouldn't even be registering on his instruments right now.&nbsp; He'd never know why that particular straw had broken the camel's back.<br><br>All he knew was that five seconds after Fire Control Technician Jameson's hand touched Mari's ass, Mac had him by the collar, slammed up against a bulkhead with his knee pressed into the unfortunate sailor's lower back.&nbsp; His voice was a harsh whisper, pitched to carry no further than the nearest walls.<br><br>"You can secure that talk, Sailor, and you can do it right the fuck now.&nbsp; Skipper giving you a peep show below decks doesn't mean a damn thing up here, so hear this.&nbsp; We're out for the next eight weeks, and if I see you playing grab-ass again without permission you will spend all of them as my very.&nbsp; Special.&nbsp; <em>Project</em>."&nbsp; The last word was almost a hiss, just as the fever broke and Mac felt the red mist pull back from his vision.&nbsp; He looked around the control room- the watchstanders still had their eyes on their consoles, but he was sure they'd been listening to every word.&nbsp; And come turn of the watch, it'd be all over the boat, how Lieutenant Mac had finally lost his cool.<br><br>Suddenly disgusted with himself, Macauley released Jameson and plunked him back down into his seat with a muttered "That is all", stalking off towards Intel with Mari in tow.&nbsp; Just for a moment, before his mask went back up, he caught her eyes...<br><br>...and knew he'd spent the next day trying to figure out what, exactly, he saw there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 08:29:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://ts1.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=5025430211593472&amp;id=76eb81e5e454240fec652e8e2d5c77a3)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Levan<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Role:</strong> Radio expert and codebreaker<br><strong>Currently:</strong> In the radio room<br><hr><br>The sundress, the bare feet, the twirl of her dress as she spun, the soft smooth skin she had, that nervous look. All of it was irresistable. And yet Adrian managed to maintain a semblance of professionalism. He blinked and came back to the reality of the cold, metal, beeping radio room as she spoke in response to his question. She knew of nothing of radios, great. That was helpful.<br><br>"That's disappointing." he said blankly, "Well, my last assistant knew nothing of radios too, so maybe you'll be an improvement over him, at any rate." That much was true. "Sit down here, I'll show you some basic controls" he said, motioning to a chair near the smaller set of panels, clearly the assistant's seat. He could have her do some manual work to find Russian radio frequencies and make sure they were all recorded. Maybe this wouldn't turn out to be so unproductive after all, he thought with a smile as he thought of that idea.<br><br>As she sat down, he leaned over her, showing her the panels, pointing to each button and dial and explaining how it worked. He brushed against her now and then, and his breath was the only warmth in the room as he spoke, though the heat of her body was also alluring. "This is the dial you can turn to change the frequency being listened to on channel 1.." he continued, as he turned the dial to demonstrate, his arm brushing over hers as he did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 09:29:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;In Macheath's room<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;With Macheath<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Discussing practical and moral matters<br></strong><hr></div>Ophelia saw the man untie her ankles and slide down her shorts, leaving her skimpy bikini thong as her only remaining cloth. The man however was obviously making efforts to behave in a civilised way. He could even have been called a gentleman, in other circumstances. When she had seen what the sight of a group of half naked women had done on the Captain's mind, she had feared what would happen when she would be entrusted to his less-well educated subordonnees. But she had to revise her judgement. Obviously, morals and control of one's basic instincts were uncorrelated with rank or education.<br><br>Calmer now, Ophelia listened to the Commander's explanations, until he finally removed her gag. The redhead worked her sore jaws a couple of time, wetting her dry mouth and tongue, before she began to speak.<br><br><strong>"Thank you officer. You can be sure that I appreciate your care and that I shall remember your gentlemanness when we'll be back on shore. If you have ever considered a commanding position aboard a commerce ship, I'm sure my father would welcome you in his fleet."<br><br>"As for Mari taking my place, it is out of question. I'm the "Queen of the Carribean"'s Skipper and this involves responsibilities I am not going to neglect. This is a tradition in all, herm..., almost all, ships of the world that the skipper stands for his or her crew and should reflect the highest standards. That is what I intend to do, here and now as well as later. Please say my friends to retain their dignity whatever happens and to take notes of any way their honour may be harmed."<br><br>"About the cage, Commander, I know you have to obey your Captain and I won't blame you if you do it. But remember the old saying: he is the only master on board,... after God. There is someone above him, judging him, judging you, judging everybody. And I don't talk about the court martial that is awaiting him on shore. Whatever your choices, whatever your decisions, keep this very present in your mind, Officer."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 15:00:23</strong>
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				Name: Trevor Macheath<br>Role: Second in Command<br>Location: Commander's room<br>Tagged: Ophelia<br><br>He had expected a new list of threaths coming from her, she was making her point but in a civilized manner, that he could respect. She was in a very hard situation, when he had first got angry with her, she was in a marginally better position and she was trying to argue with the Captain, something foolish but understandable. Besides when she claimed it was her duty as Skipper to take the punishment to spare the other girls, he had to respect her a little.<br><br>"I'm glad you apreciate the care I'm providing you, don't think I'm disregarding your words, I hope you trust my judgement in dealing with the Captain. I know things a civilian doesn't and I know him, being able to deal with him is what made me second in command of this vessel. I will give the message to your friends. I have one more favor to bestow in you before I take you to the cage."<br><br>He offered her first a glass of water, placing it on her dry lips he helped her drink it. "This will make you deal with things easier" He moved to his table and took out a whisky and poured it in&nbsp; a glass "This is from my stash" he said as he offered it, should she reject it he would drink it. He knew he could use it.<br><br>After that he put the gag back into her mouth, and took her to the cage. He had hoped for the cage to be big to allow the girl to avoid anyone that tried to reach in, but it was small, and allowed arms to pass through easily. As they walk into the mess there was a bunch of noise.<br><br>"Everybody quiet!" he yelled and they obeyed shutting up, it was good that his authority worked for that. Still while they kept quiet he wondered how Ophelia felt with so many predatorial eyes on her.<br><br>"I'm sure that it spread like powder what happened" as he talked he lead Ophelia into the cage, caressing her shoulder softly before letting her in the cage. "I'll clarify 5 civilians are in our ship, this one is deemed as a prisoner by our Captain, and will remain in this cage at least for today" he looked at her hoping she would listen "Should she show respect after today, she might be released from this punishment this very night."<br><br>"Her well being, and that of the other 4 girls I consider my responsability. So should anyone harm them in any way will have to deal with me. I will bring back the duel rules of the old days and you know how good of a shot I am"<br><br>"Now get back to eating you have stuff to get back to." <br><br>The eyes were of course glued to her still, Macheath however had a problem. He wanted to protect Ophelia and the other girls, should she be working in the engine room, even with her body, he could easily keep the men at bay, but like this exposed she would fire up everyone beyond control. That was the reason he said "hurt" and not "touch". The men needed something, and they were resourceful that is why the cage was like that. He could try to stop them, but his leadership skills would only go so much, and once his convincing powers ran out, they would most likely not only have a mutiny but all the girls would be in harms way.<br><br>As long as Macheath ate, nobody dared to aproach Ophelia, even if they all... even him, stared at her body. When he was done he secured the key to the cage, that cage would protect her. He went to the highest ranking man he could trust that was left. "I mean the part about hurt... do your best to keep them in line. Call me if things get out of hands."<br><br>After that the Commander left without adressing Ophelia. He would look after her, but when she said she as Skipper would take on responsabilities the others didn't have to. She didn't know how right she was.<br><br>The man Macheath adressed moved up to her first, everyone else was afraid to make the first move, and was waiting for someone else.<br><br>"We are not going to hurt you." he told her "but we haven't felt a woman in too long, and you are a very fine one" he reached into the cage and started to feel her leg, more and more of the men gathered around the cage for their chance to reach in and touch the redhead, and of course they didn't wait in a neat line, all that could reached into the cage at the same time.<br><br>Some stood up on the tables and eagerly watched the girl's predicament.<br><br>Within seconds the towel was on the floor of the cage and the thong was torn, and over 5 hands were moving along her body exploring it. Caressing roughly, wanting to own her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 16:48:44</strong>
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				<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Control Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alex Macauley<br><hr><br>Mari could have easily glared at the man who grabbed her ass or even bit off his head, but at the moment, she didn't want to even show him any attention. She figured that would bother him more than being aggressive. However, something completely surprising happened. When she thought that the incident was over and forgotten, she heard a thud and spun around to see the same horny sailor being thrust against the metal bulkhead. Her eyes widened, and she watched as Macauley...the man she was assigned to...a man who had seemed to calm and in control...held him there and spoke with an angry growl.<br><br><em>"You can secure that talk, Sailor, and you can do it right the fuck now.&nbsp; Skipper giving you a peep show below decks doesn't mean a damn thing up here, so hear this.&nbsp; We're out for the next eight weeks, and if I see you playing grab-ass again without permission you will spend all of them as my very.&nbsp; Special.&nbsp; Project." </em><br><br>His words made Mari shiver, and she swallowed uneasily. This man could be dangerous. And...well...she couldn't deny that he had brought some heat to more than just her cheeks. The possessiveness bothered her, as it should, but there was something deep inside of her that was aroused by the scene as well. When she caught his eyes, she could see the fury there, and she was one of the few people who wouldn't look away. She kept his gaze, although hers wasn't hostile at the moment. It was curious and almost...grateful? Either way, there was an undercurrent of lust as well that she hoped he didn't see.<br><br>Blushing and clearing her throat, she followed him into Intel. She leaned in to look at the incoming Russian messages. It took her a few moments, but she grabbed a blank sheet of paper and a pencil to write down what translation she could figure out. It was about 1/3 of the message, but for someone who wasn't in the military, it was quite impressive. Handing it to him, she tilted her head.<br><br><strong>"If I talk with the Russian specialist later, I can learn more."</strong><br><br>She met Alex's gaze and waited for more...obviously challenging him to argue with her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 16:53:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; In a cramped cage in the crew's mess<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;With crewmen<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Naked, gagged, handcuffed and groped<br></strong><hr></div>Ophelia welcomed the glass of water. The gag had made her so thirsty. She gulped it down so avidly that some water spilled from the corners of her mouth and dribbled down her face and naked torso. However, when the Commander offered her the whiskey, she refused. She preferred to keep all her lucidity for what was ahead of her. She was how hoping that the cage experience would not be as hard as she had feared, if the other men were like Macheath. Instead, she asked for another glass of water, which she drank eagerly as well.<br><br>Then the cloth gag was shoved back into her mouth and tied behind her head and they left the room. Ophelia was now able to walk. The steel floor was cold under her bare feet, and whenever they walked on steel grate it was hurting her soles. The poor girl was nearly naked and felt her confidence melt down as they approached the mess. She could hear the voices of the men, exchanging greasy jokes and laughing. She wished she could cower into a ball, hide her nudity, but her proud bust was jutting out arrogantly because of her arms chained behind her back. Her breasts were bouncing and swinging as she walked. Macheath pressure against her back increased as they arrived near the mess door. She did not want to enter.<br><br>And then he pushed her in and immediately all the eyes converged on her exposed body. She blushed and crossed her legs, as if this could protect her. As for her breasts, there was nothing she could do. Her long curly hair reached to just above her breasts and even by bending her head it would not reach past her nipples. Those were, because of the chilly air reigning in the submarine, erect and hard as wood, surrounded by puckered areolae.<br><br>At first, all she could see were the lustful faces of the crewmen staring at her from toes to breasts. But then, as Macheath harangued them, she saw it: the cage. It was more terrible than she had expected. It was a cube, about three-foot wide in each direction, with thick steel bars on all six faces, defining palm-wide square spaces between them. The cage was hanging by a thick chain from a rafter, in the exact centre of the room, at about chest height. One of its sides was open.<br><br>Ophelia's face turned pale at the sight. She slowly shook her head no as the Commander pushed her toward it. A table was pushed next to the cage and she was helped to climb on it. From there, she crawled into the cramped space. The sixth face of the cube was brought up and padlocked on four sides. Ophelia was locked in. The space was too small for her to stretch her legs or to stand up. She could not even sit down without bending her head because the "ceiling" was so low. To get more room for her body, she rested her back against one of the corners and put her legs in front of her, pushing her feet through the holes around the opposite angle. Every move caused the cage to swing and spin at the end of its chain.<br><br>As long as Macheath remained, the mess was calm. The men only stared at her. The cage could not hide her, nor could it protect her. She kept one leg pressed against her chest as a protection. As the cage spun slowly, her body was exposed from all angles to everybody. Ophelia felt like an animal in a zoo, and in fact this was almost her exact situation. At first she looked at the men, but they were avoiding her face, concentrating on the rest of her body.<br><br>Soon, her position became painful. She was resting on steel bars that had been crudely screwed together. Some were rusty. Screw heads were protruding here and there. She shifted her weight, causing the cage to swing more widely and rested her weight on another point of her sore butt. The towel was not offering a lot of padding. Also, her legs begun to cramp.<br><br>Once Macheath was gone, the men began to close on her. She looked at them with panicked eyes. She met no sympathy in their eyes. Only lust. She tried to plead with her eyes, to speak around her gag, but this was lost among the rush. Hands entered the cage, touching her, palpating her, caressing her hair. They grew more inquisitive, passing behind her thighs, which she had pressed against her chest, to grope her firm and full breasts. Some began to pinch her.<br><br>All along she squirmed in the cramped space, trying to move away from the most eager hands. But it only pushed herself into some other hands. She felt the towel being pulled and then even torn from under her butt. Her reddened, welted buttocks were now in full sight, slightly protruding under the cage floor. Her bikini thong did not resist long either. It was torn from her and there even was a quick fight about who would keep it as a trophy.<br><br>She moaned through her gag, hoping it would call Macheath back, but her weak muffled sounds could not be heard above the men's noise. Panicked, she curled herself into the tightest ball she could, pressing her thighs against her breasts, crossing her ankles in front of her pussy and hiding her face between her knees. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YouMustRealize</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 02:02:56</strong>
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				<strong>Alex Macauley</strong><br>Role: Tactical Officer<br>Location: Intelligence Center<br>Tag: Mari Prescott<br><br>Mac looked over the translation, and raised his eyebrows.&nbsp; This wasn't half bad.&nbsp; He took in a deep breath, then another, still fighting down the adrenaline surge from earlier.&nbsp; He'd scared himself there, more than a little- not because the outburst had been particularly violent, but because it had taken him completely by surprise.&nbsp; And the look she'd given him...it wasn't one Mac had ever seen before, but it had made his stomach and groin flush hot and red.&nbsp; She hadn't expected or wanted him to step in, but once it was done something in her had reacted, as instinctively as a cat arches its back under a touch, and something in him had flared back.<br><br>Eight weeks of this.&nbsp; He was so, so fucking screwed.<br><br>"Looks good.&nbsp; Hey, Peters!"&nbsp; A slightly built sailor with Coke-bottle glasses turned around from a radio console, blinking slightly in the dim light.&nbsp; "Looks like one of our passengers speaks some Russian.&nbsp; Skipper says they earn their keep, so see if you can get her up to speed.&nbsp; Faster we can turn around the Red broadcasts, the better."&nbsp; And then Mac leaned in, voice dropping, that hot flush coming over him as he whispered in a voice he prayed she couldn't hear, "And keep your hands to yourself, or so help me I will use your nuts as ping-pong balls.&nbsp; You read me?"<br><br>Turning around at the man's nod, Mac managed a tight smile at Mari.&nbsp; "See what you can pick up off Radioman Peters here, Miss Prescott.&nbsp; I'll be back at the end of the watch.&nbsp; Need anything or anyone bothers you before then, call the control room, but only if it's important.&nbsp; Now if you'll excuse me, I need to relieve the deck watch."&nbsp; Mac turned to go, his collar flushing red again.&nbsp; Suddenly he was only too glad to get a break from this woman.&nbsp; If only so he could focus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 02:21:16</strong>
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				<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Intelligence Center...and then Mess Hall<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alex Macauley...and anyone else.<br><hr><br>He seemed to be impressed with her translation, which gave her both a bit of pride at being respected, and pride at proving him wrong. And he was right. Something had responded to his masculine outburst, and it was all too feminine. An age old dance of sexual tension and masculine possessiveness that left her cheeks flushed and her panties just a bit wet. She'd never admit it out loud, though.<br><br>When he showed her to another man, she smiled awkwardly. At least this guy seemed harmless. She didn't hear whatever he whispered to the man, but the look that the man gave her afterward told her that it wasn't something pleasant. He seemed to tiptoe around her, and when she gave a tight wave to Macauley, she looked around. The crew was all trying their best not to stare, so she figured that was a good thing.<br><br>As the shift went on, she learned more Russian, got better at using the radios and all sorts of other useful skills. She'd actually begun to enjoy herself when Peters looked at his watch and seemed to grow a bit more nervous.<br><br><em>"Mac'll be back soon. I hope to see you again."</em> <br><br>With that, he went back to his station, and Mari waited for "Mac." However, as the other men went back to their tasks...undoubtedly worried that Mac would catch them looking at her when he returned...she realized that now was a perfect time to try and help Ophelia. Slowly and quietly, she snuck out of both Intel and the control room and then into an adjacent corridor. She hated this stupid jumpsuit, but it was all she had for now. <br><br>She didn't know which way to go, but as she began exploring, she heard a couple of sailors coming. Ducking into a nearby alcove, she hid as they passed.<br><br><em>".....yeah, he's put that tan redhead up in the mess hall for decoration. Barbaric, if you ask me, and this is coming from a guy who would love to get some pussy."</em><br><br>The other sailor laughed.<br><br><em>"I heard that she's a hot little number, though."</em><br><br><em>"She is, but so are all of the girls. Have you seen them? There's another redhead...looks natural...and a couple of brunettes. I mean, it's like Santa Claus stuffed our stockings early. And the Hawk expects us to be content with that one while the rest are 'working' on the sub? Not likely. I think he should just declare them all free game and be done with it. Besides...it looks like Hawk already broke the one in the cage. I want to break my own."</em><br><br><em>"Careful Ferguson...these girls are making the men crazy, and you don't want to lose your head. We still have a mission."</em><br><br><em>"And I still have a dick. Come on...you can't tell me that the thought of sinking into a wet pussy doesn't sound just a bit refreshing? Relying on magazines of pin-ups and our hands gets old, and it's like a buffet. I intend to find some pussy...and soon. But I don't want it to be public like that girl in the mess. I want her in by bunk...sucking me off....and..."</em><br><br>Their talking faded, and Mari tried to think of where the mess hall might be. She chose to ignore the rest of his words and focus on trying to find it. After a bit of wandering, she heard some louder conversation, so she headed toward it. Sure enough, she found the mess hall and walked inside. She realized her mistake mere seconds later. She could barely see the top of Ophelia's cage, but as soon as she'd entered, nudges and whispers had begun, and soon enough the majority of men turned to look at the newcomer. It seemed that the fact that Ophelia was still unreachable for anything beyond touching had become frustrating, and with another redhead...albeit paler and curvier...in the mess, a good number started toward her. It was like a stampede, and the expressions on their face told her that she did not want to be caught. She turned and prepared to run, but men were already cutting off her exit.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 16:04:12</strong>
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				<strong>Mess Hall</strong><br><br>The men kept assaulting Ophelia, even while desperate to touch her the men seemed to subconciously register their ranks, and that was how the order of touchers formed, the redhead had no way to know, but the hands she felt on her body groping pinching and pulling with the hope the see and reach more, started from the top rank of the room and were going down.<br><br>Her breasts were now being constantly groped as they got acces to them, and soon after a hard squeeze her nipples were twisted and pinched. Every man that reached into the cage was left alone for about 30 seconds, after that the other started to pressure him until he would allow someone else to have a go. Some quarrels had started but they were stopped quickly by those wise enough to know that if things derived in a melee free for all, they would all get punished and get no redhead.<br><br>Finally the men managed access to Ophelia's pussy, rubbing and then pushing their fingers into her, lewdly challenging each other to get the red slut wet, like it was a competition.<br><br>It was at this moment that Mari showed up. The door she showed through had the lower ranks, and they allowed her to walk in mostly because they were in shock she was there, however as soon as she did&nbsp; they blocked her way out. As soon as she turned to attempt to leave she was grabbed, even if she was wearing more clothes she wasn't in an out of reach swinging cage her undressing was as quick, violent and unceremonious as Ophelia's.<br><br>Soon she had hands all over her, feeling her up, she was easier to reach, and these were men that hadn't even gotten close to Ophelia. Still as they were touching the ominous unzipping of flies could be heard.<br><br><strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><strong>Girls quarters</strong><br><strong>Harden and Eloise</strong><br><br>The commander went into the girls quarters to get Harden, outranking him allowed Trevor to bypass the guards. Besides since Joseph was there they hesitated even less to let him through.<br><br>He nodded to Eloise as a greeting "Ophelia says that you should keep your head high and be strong, she also wants you to keep a record of everything done against you on this vessel. I may have paraphrased a bit but that is the message she asked me to give you."<br><br>After that he turned to Harden "I also carried out the prisoner's punishment" that sounded better than I left a naked girl hanging among a sea of horny crewment "I might need your help to defuse things if they get out of hand. I think it's time to escort Eloise to the Captain so she can be put to work."<br><br>Figuring she could with very good reasons be scared of the Captain he added "He outranks us, and we obbey him most of the time, but please if you are having problems with him, talk to Harden or me, we'll look out for you and your friends. I promise. Otherwise as long as you don't disrespect him nothing bad should happen."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YouMustRealize</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 18:30:22</strong>
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				<strong>Alex Macauley</strong><br>Location: Intelligence Center, then Mess Hall<br>Tag: Mari Prescott, anyone else, FUBAR<br><br>Mac turned the Control Room watch over to his relief and headed back to Intel with a sigh.&nbsp; Normally being Officer of the Deck was a strain, but in this case it had been good to concentrate on the familiar tasks and rhythms of conning the ship.&nbsp; Now all he had to do was collect Mari and-<br><br>Macauley stopped dead at the sight of an empty radio console and a very guilty looking Peters, who was watching his officer with an expression normally reserved for puppies caught piddling on the couch.&nbsp; As Mac approached he held up his hands and said,<br><br>"Bout two minutes ago, Mr. Macauley.&nbsp; I was translating a batch of Soviet traffic, turned around, and she was gone.&nbsp; She hadn't moved all watch, so I thought-"&nbsp; Mac waved it off.&nbsp; Question was, where'd she go?&nbsp; Where would Mari go on <em>Triton</em>?&nbsp; Knowing her, probably the one place on the boat where she would cause the most t-<br><br>Before he could finish that thought Mac was through the door and running for the nearest 'tween-decks passage, bellowing out "Make a hole!" as he grabbed the ladder poles and slid down a deck.&nbsp; His feet pounded against the metal deck as he vaulted through watertight hatches every few feet, heading for the growing roar he could hear coming from the crew's mess deck as a voice in his head just chanted, "<em>Oh fuck</em>, <em>oh fuck</em>, <em>oh fuck</em>" over and over.&nbsp; Skidding to a stop just outside the mess hall doors, Mac wrenched open a damage control locker and grabbed out a length of 2x4 lumber, spinning it quickly in his hand to check the weight before he wrenched the door open.<br><br>The scene on the other side was as bad as he feared.&nbsp; The crew was in two knots, one clustered around the caged redhead, their hands running all over her body, pinching, grasping, squeezing.&nbsp; The other was around something down on the deck, something that screamed and kicked and gave off flashes of white skin and red hair.&nbsp; Mac drew in a lungful and screamed it out, all at once.<br><br>"ATTENTION ON DECK!"&nbsp; It didn't work, of course- discipline was way too far gone for that.&nbsp; It did get everyone's attention, and clear enough of a path in the knot of sailors for Mac to walk through and stand over her.&nbsp; Her jumpsuit was pulled down to the waist, her bra half-shredded and barely hanging off her chest, and there were already bruises and red marks starting to show on her pale skin.&nbsp; Mac wrenched her up to her feet and held her by the arm, half supporting and half controlling her, while he swept his eyes over the crew.&nbsp; The looks he got back were ugly, and there were a lot of angry mutters from the back of the crowd.&nbsp; <br><br>"Fuckin' officers, coming in to grab all the pussy for themselves."<br><br>"She walked in here, she oughta be ours."<br><br>"Let's put 'em both in the cage and see how they strip down."<br><br>"C'mon, Sir, let us have a little fun, huh?"<br><br>Mac flipped the two-by-four around in his hand, and the murmurs got a bit quieter.&nbsp; He was on thin ice here- there was one of him and about thirty of them, and using the threat of physical violence to supplement his legitimate authority would corrode it over time.&nbsp; That could take care of itself later.&nbsp; Right now all that mattered was getting Mari out of here.&nbsp; He swept his eyes over the crowd and was pleased to see that most of them looked down, some of them edged over towards the knot gathered around Ophelia.&nbsp; <br><br>Mac's voice was tight with barely-repressed anger.&nbsp; "We got a small misunderstanding here.&nbsp; Skipper says whatever you do in this compartment's your business, and that's fine.&nbsp; But this one ain't supposed to be here, so I'm gonna take her.&nbsp; That one," he leaned his head towards Ophelia, "she's fair game.&nbsp; Just remember, anybody steps out of line outside this mess deck, I will take them apart myself."&nbsp; It didn't quiet them entirely, but Mac had enough of a reputation to buy enough time for a strategic withdrawal.&nbsp; Grabbing Mari by the arm, he stepped back through the watertight door, dragging her two compartments forward until they got to his stateroom, ignoring her struggles and protests.&nbsp; Grabbing the battle phone off the wall outside, he dialed, waited.<br><br>"XO, it's Macauley.&nbsp; Just pulled Prescott out of an ugly situation on the mess decks.&nbsp; You might want to get down there."&nbsp; The Knife would have his ass for handing off the problem like that, but that was probably going to happen anyway.&nbsp; He shoved Mari inside the stateroom, wrenched the door shut, and rounded on her, face contorting as he finally let out the anger and frustration he'd been holding inside.<br><br>"Are you dumb, or just fucking stupid, Prescott?&nbsp; What the fuck did you think was going to happen if you went down there in the middle of a whole watch of sailors, huh?&nbsp; You think they were just going to kiss your hand and let you walk through?"&nbsp; He leaned forward, grabbing her chin and making her look up into his eyes, the pressure of his fingers popping her mouth half-open.&nbsp; "I left you alone because I trusted your judgment, but if you're not prepared to exercise it you can spend the rest of the fucking patrol wearing a leash and collar for all I care.&nbsp; I will lead you around the boat myself before I let you start a mutiny or disrupt the crew until somebody shoves a torpedo up our asses."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 19:00:48</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise Monot</strong><br><br>Eloise didn’t exactly look forward to spending time with the captain, and that was a massive understatement. She had felt slightly uncomfortable at the black sailor’s obvious arousal, but he had done nothing inappropriate in her presence. The captain was a dangerous man, and she had the feeling that however much she might watch her words and her behavior, she would end up doing something to draw out his anger. <strong>“If you say so…” </strong>She answered the commander. She hadn’t gotten the opportunity to change in the presence of Harden, and really, what would she had changed into? All of the clothes she had packed for the trip had been aimed at a boating trip in warm weather. She had lots of small tops, a half dozen bikinis and a series of cut-off shorts in all colors, but very little of what one might consider formal clothing. So she just rose from the bunk in her present attire and followed Harden and the commander out of the bunk room. Vinci sprung to attention as they left and she could feel the sailor’s eyes glued to her ass as she walked away. If this was the guy they had selected to stand guard on them, how would the rest of them behave? She didn’t have time to dwell on it too long as she was dropped off in front of the captain’s room. Harden buzzed them in and he gave her a little shove when she lingered at the open door.<strong> “Here is miss Monot sir, as you ordered.” </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dreamster</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 22:16:16</strong>
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				<strong>The Hawk</strong><br><br>After the commander had taken the redhead out, Hawkes lit up a cigarette and sat back in his chair. For the first time in the morning, he had some time to reflect on the entire episode, now that he was alone and everyone had got their orders. He was not a man to ever regret having done anything, and so it was this time as well. But though he basked in the satisfaction having silenced the girl's protests - in fact, all the girls' protests - he realized the situation was still far too volatile. He thought it was safe to assume the skipper would never say a word against him again, after a day spent in hell under water. But the others may not fit well into their new settings. And then there was the crew - Macheath could only exercise so much control, and Harden had shown he was after all, human, when searching the girls closely. He may have to perhaps arrange for a tour of the premises for himself later in the day.<br><br>But right now, he had to bring Eloise in and make her comfortable - as comfortable as she could get, given all that she'd witnessed him doing - in her new position as his assistant. He got up and checked himself in the mirror on the cabinet door, straightened his uniform and combed his hair. He even put a mint in his mouth. He'd decided to get back to his icy cool demeanor now that violence had served its purpose. This girl seemed better behaved than the others, and he hoped some time spent with him would lead her to convince her friends about how he meant well. <br><br>The door buzzed, and Harden, after announcing the girl's entry, left.<strong> "Ah, Miss Monot, do come in. Shall I call you Eloise?" </strong>He asked in an almost rhetorical manner with a smile, not the sarcastic one she'd have seen earlier, but one hinting of friendliness. He showed her to a chair, <strong>"Please take a seat."</strong> Walking around the table, he sat in the chair opposite her, and asked, <strong>"Would you like something to eat? Or some juice maybe? I hope Harden offered you something."</strong><br><br>Then he bent forward to keep his arms on the table, and said, <strong>"I hope we can put this morning's unpleasant incidents out of our mind, and try to start things afresh. Your friends have already been assigned to their workstations and partners." </strong>After a few seconds, he asked, <strong>"Do you know why I chose you to be assigned to me, Eloise? It's because I saw you, and I saw someone who's smart, who's ahead of the curve. Who's seeing what the others haven't yet opened their eyes to. You saw there was no point in going on with the arguments and threats before your friends did. You'll learn and adapt much faster to new settings than any of your friends. And you'll excel at it."</strong><br><br>He sat back in his chair. <strong>"But before we begin, I'd like to know a little more about you please."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 00:30:53</strong>
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				<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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 10:31:44</strong>
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				<strong>Joseph Harden<br>Mess Hall</strong><br><br>Harden wasn’t very keen on leaving the brunette with the captain, but it wasn’t as if he had a choice in the matter. After they had dropped Eloise off at the captain’s stateroom, news came through to them that there was a serious disturbance in the mess hall. It was hardly a challenge to figure out what might have caused it. Harden’s expression went grim. This was exactly what he had feared. The presence of the women was always going to rouse the men, but putting one on full display in the mess hall had just sped up the process. The Hawk had been inviting trouble with his decision to punish her in that manner. It took the commander and him only a minute to arrive on the scene, but it was a horrid sight. A large cluster of men was around the cage, the half of them with their hands through the bars, pawing the girl. The other half was shaking and yanking on the cage itself, obviously trying to break it. <br><br>A few of the men noticed the arrival of Harden and Commander Macheath, but they were too transfixed by the show in the cage to pay them much attention. <strong>“Attention on deck!”</strong> Harden bellowed, but he might as well have been whispering into an oncoming hurricane. <br><br>One small group of sailors did turn towards them.<em><strong> “On look, Macheath and his lackey. Come to take the other girl away for the officers too? Macauley already did the same, but we’ll deal with him later…”</strong></em> Harden recognized the man as Marc ‘Skip’ Jones. He had a big mouth on the best of days, but now he was so far out of line that he made Harden’s blood boil. The Chief Petty Officer stamped across the mess hall to where he was standing and took a mighty swing at him. In his youth, Harden had been quite the navy boxer, and his right hook still carried a mighty punch. Skip Jones was vaulted into the air and landed on his back with a loud and painful sounding clank. <br><br>Another one of the men grabbed Harden’s upper arm, but Harden reacted by pulling free from the grasp and then pinning down the man’s arm high up his back, and then slamming him into the bulkhead. <strong>“I will beat the crap out of every single one of you if you do not stand to attention right this instant!”</strong> It wasn’t enough to make the men comply, but it was enough to make most of them turn their gaze away from the cage for an instant. Harden hoped that Macheath would use the opportunity to sort the mess out for real. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 11:34:49</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise Monot<br>Captain's quarters</strong><br><br>Eloise didn’t know what to make of the captain’s change in demeanor, but it didn’t exactly put her more at ease. She had seen and heard what the man was capable of. As far as she was concerned, she was still in the company of a cruel brute. She shook her head when he offered her some food or a drink. She would likely retch up anything she took, the way her stomach was feeling. She frowned when he explained to her why he had chosen her for the role of his assistant.<strong> “I think you are mistaken, captain. I did not resist because I quickly understood it was a futile exercise. I suspect part of you actually hopes we will resist so you can dole out your cruel punishments. I just chose to not give you that satisfaction.” </strong>She raised her chin when he inquired about her background. <br><br><strong>“What exactly do you want to know about me? I doubt if anything I could tell you would change your behavior towards me…” </strong>She shifted uneasily in her chair before giving him some sort of answer. <strong>“I was born in France, but I was raised and schooled all over the place. My dad owns a handful of construction companies. My mom is… well my mom was and is a very glamorous woman. I’m not sure they were really ready for a kid when I was born, though thankfully for them they soon sent me off to boarding school. I’ve known the rest of the girls for a long time. Including the ones you roughed up. They are almost family to me.” </strong>She crossed her arms underneath her chest and looked back at him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 20:40:23</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath<br>Mess Hall</strong><br><br>"You all heard Officer Harden. Maybe a couple of broken jaws would make you behave better." He glared at the ones holding the cage "and you let that thing go, if that chain breaks and the girl is injured I'm going to have you clean the outside of the submarine without suits on while underwater."<br><br>"Now what in hell exactly happened here. What is this talk of Macauley?"&nbsp; Many of them started to talk. "One of you speaks, have you lost all your training and turned into idiots? I'm going to start striping ranks faster than you ripped her clothes off if you don't start acting right."<br><br>That threat worked a little better, since now those that could see their positions attacked started to try to control the others. Finally one of them men stepped up and told them about the other redhead and Macauley grabbing her. That made sense as all the men were probably roused to a frenzy and it certainly sounded like something Mari Prescott would be reckless enough to do.<br><br>"I should have Macauley hanged for his stupidity" He whispered at Harden.<br><br>"Now listen, I want this whole Mess empty in less than 10 minutes, anyone left in here by that time will be lucky to be a Seaman Apprentice by the time I get done. And if I hear any complaining at all, Harden will get to practice his swing."<br><br>Luckily he still had the authority to pull something like that, he doubted it would had worked without having Harden. It would most likely not work again, so he seriously hoped to get the things with this girls under control soon. He really didn't want them hurt, but it seemed like it wasn't going to be easy.<br><br>"Joseph we need to do damage control if we are to avoid mutiny. I really want to protect these girls, but it's not going to be easy. Think you can check how people are behaving? I'm to the point of considering promoting those that behave... it certainly shows self restrain after all, and if they get a new charge they are more likely to keep the others under control."<br><br>He climbed up to the cage and opened the door. He helped Ophelia out of it as best as he could. "I'm sorry, you went through that" he told her sincerely.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dreamster</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 20:47:33</strong>
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				<strong>The Hawk<br>His Stateroom<br></strong><br><br>Hawkes didn't react to the girl telling him about how she didn't want to let him play out his primal urges by crushing any further dissent. He had indeed been very cruel to the redhead, and he had to admit it gave him a modicum of pleasure. He nodded at her reply, but thought wise to drop that thread of conversation. He was more interested in her background, and liked what he heard.<strong> "Ah, nice, so you've been exposed to different peoples and cultures, and have been independent from an early age. That mitigates any ill effects your privileged background may have had on your character. I admire your loyalty towards your friends, as any soldier would. And I must say, you have inherited your mother's beauty."</strong> He hated spoilt rich young women, but this one was better than most he'd met. His last line was sincere, and had a touch of desire to it.<br><br>He didn't want to waste any more time, and decided to get to business. The best way to make her forget his harsh ways was to keep her engaged. <strong>"Now, coming to your responsibilities. You'll assist me in everything from organizing the senior level meetings to taking me through crew and equipment status reports and inventory updates every night. You're supposed to take notes during all my meetings, and follow up on them as per my orders. As you'll see, it's not too taxing, and yet you'll have access to information on all that goes on in the vessel."</strong><br><br>He opened the drawer of his desk, and handed her a notepad and a pen. <strong>"In fifteen minutes, I'll be meeting with Dr. Myrtle, to take stock of the results of last week's medical checks of some of the crewmembers, and any other concerns he may be having. I'll introduce you to him, so that you take things forward and he takes up less of my time."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YouMustRealize</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 01:42:49</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"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."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"You're welcome."&nbsp; Mac's voice was deeply sarcastic as he shook his head from side to side.&nbsp; "And to answer your question, if someone I cared about was naked and bound in a cage with dozens of horny sailors around, I'd damn well come up with a plan that gave me a decent chance of helping them.&nbsp; Charging right into the lion's den, by the way, seldom works out that way.&nbsp; And so help me God, I will get you back to Norfolk to testify at the court martial if I have to keep you in chains from now until the gangway goes over."&nbsp; He brought up a finger, and pointed it right under her nose.&nbsp; "So don't test my patience."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 01:46:39</strong>
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				<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alex Macauley<br><hr><br>His tone only made her more angry, and she put her hands on her ample hips as she moved closer.<br><br><strong>"And what was I supposed to do? Ask any of the men for help? Not likely. You all bow to the captain's every whim, and all of the other girls are too scared to do anything. I didn't know there would be <em>that</em> many men in there anyway. And I've already admitted that I messed up. What more do you want from me?"</strong><br><br>Her own voice was elevating in volume, and when he mentioned chains, she narrowed her eyes.<br><br><strong>"I'd like to see you try to keep me locked up. See how well that works."</strong><br><br>Her large blue eyes glared defiantly at him as her chest heaved with angry breaths.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 12:14:42</strong>
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				<strong>Joseph Harden</strong><br><br>Harden wasn’t going to lie to himself, he was surprised that Macheath managed to get some control over the situation in the mess hall. For a moment, he believed that the crew was already too far gone to be brought back. But the sight of Skip Jones groaning on the metal floor as he rubbed his pained and swollen jaw combined with the Commanders threatening tone managed to at least get the majority of the men in line. He wasn’t sure if all of them would have vacated the mess hall by the time they returned, but the majority would. Still, this was only the first act of insubordination. It would get much worse as time progressed. Already the notion that the officers would keep the women to themselves had spread through the ship like a virus, it was a recipe that would eventually come to a boiling point, no matter what they did.<br><br>He shrugged at the suggestion of promoting those that behaved. <strong>“With respect commander, I doubt that a promotion will be enough to keep even the most well-behaved men in check. It wasn’t wise to put one of the girls on full display… Just the idea of having women on board would have been enough to cause unrest, but to put one on display for them has only made their blood boil even more. I’m afraid the genie is out of the bottle now… The only way this thing ends well at this point if we cut our losses and abort the mission… But we both know the Hawk will never, ever do that.”</strong> Indeed, Harden could see the hate and anger in the looks of some of the men as they departed the mess hall. They might have won this round, but the men in attendance would not forget about this. Not about how he and Macheath had intervened, but also not about the two redheads they had ogled and pawed at. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 13:11:00</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise Monot</strong><br><br>Eloise ignored the captain’s compliment about her beauty, she wasn’t really looking for that sort of remarks from the man who had treated her and her friends so brutally. She was glad when he returned to a more business-like tone and explained her duties. She frowned slightly at the idea of taking notes of all his meetings and being privy to so much confidential information. She was hardly an expert on military conventions, but surely a civilian like herself wasn’t supposed to be given access to all that stuff? Still, the captain had made it very clear whose ship this was, so he probably could get away with anything he wanted on board of his submarine.<br><br>She accepted the notebook and pen in silence. She nodded in silence to his news of the doctor’s imminent arrival. Did he suggest she take over part of his responsibility? This was getting increasingly weird. She was a young woman with next to no professional experience, let alone military experience, yet he would allow her to assume some of his responsibilities? She knew better than to argue with the man by then. <strong>“Whatever you say, captain.”</strong> She kept the tone of her reply as neutral as possible. All she could think of was a desire to be out of his presence as soon as possible. In a way, this friendly demeanor was even more creepy, just because she had seen the man’s real face only moments earlier. If the façade was meant to put her more at ease, it had the opposite effect. There was a part of her that expected the mask to fall off at any minute and then having to go through the kind of treatment Ophelia endured. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 21:48:49</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>"No need for the all due respect, hell you can curse if you want. I don't know what else can be done. I won't turn one of these girl to be raped by everyone that wants a shot at them so that we can get some peace, and as you said, the Captain wouldn't cancel the mission."<br><br>He got a chair for Ophelia to sit on as he talked to Harden.<br><br>"Wish we could just dock anywhere so they could go get laid and let off some steam. If things go crazy again, I don't think anyone will be able to calm them down."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YouMustRealize</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 05:30:27</strong>
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				<strong>Alex Macauley</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Stateroom<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mari<br><br>"What I want?"&nbsp; Mac couldn't exactly pace in the cabin, but he could throw himself backward onto the lower bunk, running his hands over his face.&nbsp; He didn't know if that would look like weakness to her, but he was too tired to care.&nbsp; "What I want is to be able to stand a watch without worrying about whether you'll be where I left you at the end, or off causing a riot.&nbsp; What I want is to get this boat back to Norfolk without a mutiny, a riot, a reactor accident, or a torpedoing."&nbsp; He fixed his eyes on hers, clear and blue like hardened steel.&nbsp; "What I want is to get you back to whatever family you have and then testify at that son of a bitch Hawke's court martial.&nbsp; I'd rather have you work with me on that.&nbsp; But if you won't there is nothing- <em>nothing</em> I will not do to make it happen.<br><br>"So don't wander off.&nbsp; And don't push me again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 06:48:22</strong>
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				<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alex Macauley<br><hr><br>She wasn't exactly angry at him...she was just angry at the situation. Sighing, she watched him seem to lose steam and then she sat down as well on the other end of the bunk. Looking at him, she finally remembered her nudity and tried to cover her breasts with her hands.<br><br>"I...I'm sorry that I ran off. I had no idea that this....chaos...would happen. I know that this isn't your fault, and I know that you don't approve of the way the captain handled Ophelia. I'm just angry. I don't think I'm angry at you...you just happened to be the one close enough to blame."<br><br>She actually did feel bad, and although his hardship with her wasn't over, she did show some vulnerability. She was tired, upset and confused. Instinctively, she leaned back on the lower bunk and curled up on the bed...exhaling loudly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 16:49:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; In the mess hall<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;With Macheath and Harden<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Rescued<br></strong><hr></div>Ophelia kept struggling and screaming into her gag as her body was groped and pinched from everywhere. The hands were getting more brutal, more invasive. Fingers forced her pussy, raped her dry vagina but there was nothing she could do to protect herself. The handcuffs and the tightness of the cage were ensuring she could do nothing to defend her dignity. Whenever she squirmed to violently, hands grabbed her hair, her feet, her arms, and pulled them against the cage bars so that other hands could do whatever they wanted to do. Ophelia was screaming and crying but her muffled protests went unnoticed, or maybe they were just uncared for.<br><br>In the midst of her degradation and pain, through tear-blurred eyes, she saw Mari's entrance. She wanted to urge her to leave but it was too late and she saw her friend grappled and thrown down. Soon she was lost under the lustful men.<br><br>At last someone came to rescue them. The hands that were mauling her sore flesh left her and soon she was helped out of her cage. She was panting hard. Blue marks could be seen on her skin where fingers had grasped and clawed her. She cowered on the chair that was offered her, flexing her legs in front of her naked chest, crying, unable to speak because of her gag.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 17:21:25</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath<br>Mess Hall</strong><br><br>Only when he paid attention to the whimpers Macheath realized how beat up Ophelia was, he felt genuinely bad for not having noticed before.<br><br>He took off his jacket and covered the top of her body, and he uncuffed her, putting away the cuffs, in the pathetic state the girl was, she would most likely not try anything funny.<br><br>He hesitated knowing how opinionated she was, but he knew he had took and too off the gag, and got her a glass of water.<br><br>"You can put that on for now if you want." He said referring to the jacket
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YouMustRealize</strong> on <strong>28-08-2012, 05:41:07</strong>
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				<strong>Alex Macauley</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Stateroom<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mari<br><br>"You look about done in."&nbsp; God knows Mac felt that way himself, but there was a lot still to do.&nbsp; Plan their infiltration into hostile waters, check the ship for noise, and somehow deal with the good third of the crew that was probably even now plotting his bloody demise.&nbsp; Oh, and he was due for a major ass chewing the next time he ran into Mack the Knife.&nbsp; Good times.&nbsp; He managed to roust himself out of his self pity, though, because no matter how bad a day he was having, he knew Mari's had to be thousands of times worse.<br><br>Standing, he dug around in his footlocker, coming up with a set of officer's khakis.&nbsp; Several sizes too big for Mari, but they were adjustable and they'd have to do.&nbsp; Slinging them wordlessly on the bed, Mac turned his back.&nbsp; He might already have gotten an eyefull- and his body might be sending messages that were getting harder and harder to ignore, about what this girl was and what she probably liked- but damn if he wasn't going to give her some privacy.&nbsp; Without turning around he spoke, voice carefully calm.<br><br>"After this we should probably get you back to your bunk.&nbsp; The other girls will be worried.&nbsp; And I know you want to be there for them."&nbsp; No trace of the anger now.&nbsp; It was locked away again, behind watertight doors as thick as any aboard <em>Triton</em>, and Alex Macauley was...functional again.&nbsp; Sometimes he worried about what the price might be for stepping on his emotions one time too many, a voice warning him he was killing his soul by inches.<br><br>But so far he'd managed to step on that, too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>28-08-2012, 05:45:33</strong>
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				<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alex Macauley<br><hr><br>Mari nodded and then gratefully took the khakis, standing up as he turned away and stripping out of the destroyed jumpsuit. She slipped into the oversized khakis and cleared her throat to let him know he could turn around again. Sighing, she agreed about getting to her friends.<br><strong><br>"Yeah. I'd like to see them."<br></strong><br>She blushed as she realized just how alone and close they were, but she crossed her arms over her chest and swallowed as she waited. After they walked to the bunk room, she'd look around for any of her friends and then settle into her makeshift bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>28-08-2012, 05:53:16</strong>
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				<strong>Arielle Leroux</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Bunk Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone<br><hr><br>Arielle's assigned sailor must have been too busy to get her today, as she was left in the bunk room until most of the other girls returned for the night. She was sitting on her claimed bunk when Mari entered, and she got up to give her a hug. Mari hugged her back and they smiled awkwardly.<br><br><strong>"You alright? You're bruised.</strong><br><br>Mari smiled and nodded sadly.<br><br><strong>"Yeah...I'm alright. Just made a bad decision and paid for it. Whatever you do, don't go into the mess hall by yourself."</strong><br><br>Arielle nodded in agreement and let Mari go to her bunk. She had found a book on submarine warfare, and she was reading it. She'd gotten one for Mari as well, and the two girls settled into their bunks and waited for the rest of the girls.
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				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>28-08-2012, 09:55:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; In the mess hall<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;With Macheath and Harden<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Free from all restraints, wearing a jacket<br></strong><hr></div><strong>"Thank you"</strong> Ophelia said meekly as she covered herself with the man's jacket. She eagerly swallowed the water, as if it could wash her from the abuse she had been subjected to.<br><br>The jacket was just long enough to cover the top of her butt when standing, so she kept her legs folded in front of her and her hands over her crotch. Inside, she was still feeling the rage burning but after what had happened, she preferred to keep a low profile. She had no idea what was going to happen now that the Commander had obviously disobeyed his superior.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 02:11:54</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath<br>Mess<br>Ophelia and Harden</strong><br><br>"The situation is only going to end in disaster if we let it progress further, and it's clear Hawkes judgement is obscured. He even burnt this girl before exposing her like this. I know I went along with it, for now... but if I you are of the same opinion I am Harden, I can't do nothing but act."<br><br>Macheath coughed as he made sure of his decision. "Give your jacket to Miss Rockefeller. I'm going to need mine for this."<br><br>He helped Ophelia to remain covered as she swapped the jackets. "Wait here" he said and went to get two guards.<br><br>"Harden please escort the lady to her friends, she won't be subjected to Hawkes treatment again. If any of them need clothes be sure to provide them. Wish me luck."<br><br>He took the two guards with him and caught them up to what he planned. Heading straight for the Captain's quarters. Encountering the Dr. with Eloise. He sent the Dr. away and asked one of the guards stationed there to take Eloise to her friends. Luckily the men that stood outside Hawkes room were trustworthy to do what they were asked for and not more, that is why he kept them.<br><br>Finally he took both of "his" guards and went inside. Minutes later his voice was heard broadcasted through the ship.<br><strong><br>"Everyone, this is Commander Macheath. Captain Hawkes has been relieved from his duties, under reasons that will remain between him and a Court of law. It is my understanding that this is the best course of action for everyone here. No mutiny will be tolerated, this is not a chance to slack off, everything will go as usual and as it was planned with one exception. We are changing our course and heading towards the nearest port."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 09:13:36</strong>
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				<strong>Joseph Harden</strong><br><br>Harden could not disagree with Macheath, even though he knew that relieve Hawkes of his command would make a bad situation even worse. However they might feel about the Hawk’s behavior, he was still a legend amongst the men, and very few of them would be aware of what he had done, or the insane decisions he had made in regard to the girls. He even doubted that many had seen or cared about the burn marks on Ophelia’s body. <br><br>After they ran into the doctor, he was tasked with taking Eloise and Ophelia back to the bunk room. Vinci was still on his post when he arrived there. He opened the entrance to their quarters and guided both girls inside.<strong> “I’m sorry what was done to you, we should have never left you alone with him…” </strong>he said to Ophelia, genuinely afraid to make eye contact with her. He gave Ophelia and Arielle a curt nod before turning his heels and leaving again, leaving Ophelia to the care of the other girls.<br><br>He addressed Vinci just as the message from Macheath went over the intercom system.<strong> “Vinci, keep your eyes open, if the shit is to hit the fan, it’ll happen quickly.” </strong>The chance of a full-scale mutiny was highest at this very moment… If they accepted the fact that Hawkes had lost his command, they had a chance to make it back to port without much incident. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 17:35:02</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>Once the issues with Hawkes were more or less sorted out Trevor still had a bunch of issues to deal with, including potential mutiny. He hoped the promise of get them to port quickly would appease the men a little but he couldn't count on it completely.<br><br>He found himself taking a similar route than Hawkes had at first, and he asked for the officers to come for a meeting, not the girls, he had to find out if he could defuse the bomb of mutiny before it exploded, and they were the ones that could help him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 14:18:21</strong>
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				<strong>Joseph Harden</strong><br><br>Joseph might have considered assisting Vinci in his guard duty, but he was summoned by Macheath to his quarters. When he arrived there, he saw that most of the other officers had also been called in. <strong>“Commander, I have returned the ladies to their bunk room, I have one man on guard at the moment, but I’m not sure it’ll be enough after what happened in the mess hall earlier today.” </strong>Indeed, the presence of the pair of redheaded beauties had no doubt made their crewmen’s blood boil. It was only a matter of time before they figured out where they were being kept, and no guardsman could stop them then… Unless they could manage to appease the situation a bit before that happened. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 15:10:46</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise Monot</strong><br><br>Eloise had gasped for air in shock when she had first seen Ophelia. She had been in some state, her body littered with bruises and scars. After Joseph Harden had left again, she helped Ophelia out of the jacket she had been given and appraised the damage done to her. The amount of blue and purplish bruising was barely countable, parts of her body were one big scratch, and that was before she had even noticed the cigarette burns and the deep welts on her ass from the lashing. <strong>“Oh my lord, what did they do to you Ophelia?”</strong> Eloise found a small first aid kit in their bathroom, and after cleaning out some of the wounds, she proceeded to disinfect them and bandaged them as best as she could. The first aid box also contain a bottle of light pain killers. They would probably only give Ophelia some small comfort but it was better than nothing. She handed the redhead two of them and a glass of water.<strong> “Here, take this and then try to get some rest…”</strong> Together with Arielle she put Ophelia in one of the beds and tucked her in.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YouMustRealize</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 02:37:59</strong>
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				<strong>Alex Macauley<br>Location:</strong> Wardroom<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mack the Knife<br><br>Alex Macauley waited in the wardroom and brooded.&nbsp; After dropping Mari back at the girls' quarters, he'd gone back to his stateroom to try to rest, but sleep hadn't come.&nbsp; All he could see was Ophelia in the cage behind him as he got Mari out of the mess hall.&nbsp; This was wrong.&nbsp; His training as an officer told him that the Captain's word was law, and his conscience screamed that he needed to go see Mack the Knife and convince him to get the Captain to relent...or relieve him.<br><br>When Macheath came on the 1MC and announced the Captain had been relieved of command, Macauley had gone up to the Control Room and gotten them on course for the submarine base at Holy Loch, Scotland.&nbsp; He'd pretended not to notice the glances and mutters he'd gotten on the way there, the half-sullen answers he'd gotten from the quartermaster and helmsman as he gave his orders.&nbsp; And by the time he'd gotten to the wardroom for Macheath's officer's meeting, he couldn't hide from what he'd done anymore.<br><br>He hadn't done wrong and he hadn't done right.&nbsp; He'd gotten Mari out and probably earned enough hatred that he was through in the submarine service, but he hadn't been willing to stand up to the Hawk when it counted or keep Ophelia from her fate.&nbsp; When they got to port they'd likely all be court martialed, and in his heart Mac couldn't say he didn't deserve it.&nbsp; He'd wimped out when the chips were really down, and that was a hard thing to know about himself.<br><br>Well.&nbsp; At least he could try to stay alive and get the boat back to Holy Loch, and right now that looked like enough of a job.&nbsp; He wondered if he'd be able to look Mari in the face the next time he saw her, though.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 12:16:42</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>As everyone arrived he walked through the room and started to talk.<br><br>"Well I'm sure you all heard about what happened on the mess hall one way or the other, still I'll summarize. Ophelia was caged, ended up naked and roughly touched all over, not only that but once another lady showed briefly... and was nearly raped, and then removed from the premises... the little civility everyone there had... if we can call it that, was completely lost, they were dangling the cage attempting to break it. Harden and I showed in time. If that chain had broken I'm confident that she would have been severely injured on top of all the things she endured on this vessel."<br><br>He coughed "I had an argument with Hawkes about that, since he wouldn't move from his perspective I had to remove him from charge. We could be facing mutiny now, if he had stayed in command, that was a sure bet, and we might have ended up with civilian blood in our hands."<br><br>He paused briefly letting that sink in "I gave orders to get to port now, we'll get rid of the girls there, and if the people have some time to blow steam off things should go back to normal. I must ask for your help in keeping order though, some tempers must be flaring, and I'm sure lots of the men are just thinking with their crotches. Any thoughts?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>YouMustRealize</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 03:36:57</strong>
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				<strong>Alex Macauley</strong><br><br>Mac shrugged.&nbsp; "Well, for whatever it's worth I think you did the right thing, XO.&nbsp; I don't know if there's much we can do about discipline at this point after how bad things got on the mess decks.&nbsp; We'd better just get into port as quickly as we can, keep the ladies under guard by men we trust, and in my case, learn to sleep with one eye open.&nbsp; You can have what's in my seabag in the event I have an unfortunate accident before we hit Holy Loch."&nbsp; It was a bad joke, and it fell flat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 16:57:40</strong>
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				<strong>Joseph Harden</strong><br><br>Harden wasn’t surprised by anything MacHeath had told them. It wasn’t as if the commander had been left with much choice. <strong>“Commander, can you tell us what command’s response was to your decision to cut our mission short?”</strong> Joseph was no fool, by the time they got back to port it wouldn’t just be Hawk’s career that was in jeopardy. MacHeath would be under a lot of scrutiny as well and the entire crew would be going through a rigid evaluation process. A mutiny on a nuclear submarine was precisely the kind of scenario that kept the joint chiefs up at night, so they would be made to pay the price for their insolence, whether or not they were justified in their decision to demote the Hawk. <strong>“Furthermore sir… I fear that what transpired in the mess hall will make it impossible to contain the men, even if we head to port full speed. At least a section of our crew will demand a woman. And there isn’t enough disciplined and trustworthy men on board to guard the girls around the clock. Not when we are faced with a mob of horny men.”</strong> Harden wasn’t suggesting by any means they throw a girl to the lions. Rather, he was merely stating a fact.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 00:17:09</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong> <br><br>He ignored Macauley's joke, he was still upset over what he had done to Ophelia, maybe he was being unfair, maybe there was nothing that he could do, but Macauley allowed Mari to roam, and then pulled her out of her mess and left Ophelia without as much as a second look.<br><br>Harden's questions were pressing however.<br><br>"Yes, Command agreed with me. I think it's time that I'm completely honest with all you. You all know Hawkes opinion of those above him "pencil pushers" is the mildest thing he called them, that attitude made him a few enemies, people that don't trust him.<br><br>Those same people are the reason I was appointed second in command here, they like Hawkes only as long as he can bring results, if he can't he is gone. I always had the authority to remove him from command if I saw it fit." he took a drink before continuing<br><br>"I assure you all, I didn't want to use it, but things were getting out of control. Two girls were molested and nearly raped, and we were... maybe still are... en route for a gigantic mutiny." He sighed<br><br>"In short, you need not worry about my decision to remove him from command, or to go to port... our problem for now is to get to port safely."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 20:55:24</strong>
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				<strong>Joseph Harden &amp; Eloise Monot</strong><br><br>Harden let the Commander’s words sink in for a moment. He then started talking again. <br><br><strong>“By now we have to assume that most of the men will have some idea of where we are keeping the girls. We’ll need to put more than one man on guard. I’d suggest a double watch with an officer present at all times. I will take first watch, with your permission commander. I’ll call in Zanovic as well. Between the three of us, we might have a chance at keeping the men at bay should they decide to descend upon the bunk room in numbers. I suggest the rest of you find a couple of suitable crewmembers to assist you… I know it won’t be easy, not after the display in the mess room. Even the most level-headed amongst them will only have one thing on their mind now.” </strong><br><br>Harden turned towards the door and addressed the Commander. <br><br><strong>“With your permission Commander, I will briefly freshen up and then go assume my watch. I suggest four hour rotations so we can still perform our regular duties?” </strong><br><br>He checked the time. <br><br><strong>“It’s now nearly 1800 hours, I would suggest that the next officer on duty relieves me at 2200 hours?” </strong><br><br>Assuming that the commander would handle the duty roster for the remainder of their watch, Harden went back to his own quarters.<br><br>Alone in his cabin, he took the time to take a few deep breaths. As he undressed to wash up, his raging hard-on sprung free from his pants. He had been hard nearly the entire time since breaking up the situation in the mess hall. He was not proud to admit that the scene of the pair of naked women had aroused him as well as angered him. He could hardly be blamed… He was a red-blooded male who hadn’t even seen womanly flesh in months. At least he had shown an officer’s restraint in not taking advantage of the situation himself. No amount of cold water could take his erection, and he lacked the time nor the inclination for self-pleasure at that junction. Instead he tucked his cock back away in a fresh pair of pants and then departed again. On his way to the bunk room, he summoned Zanovic and briefed him on the changed situation.<br><br>Vinci was surprised to see him again so soon, but he too was informed. The men now seemed nervous as well as excited. The excitement came from the close proximity of the women. The nervousness… Well, the idea that a couple of dozen horny sailors could descend upon them at any time wasn’t a happy thought. Harden wondered how loyal the pair of them would really be if push came to shove. <br><br>If Joseph had hoped that the boredom of the guard duty would make his arousal subside, he was disappointed. If anything, being so close to the room that housed the women only made him harder. All of them had aroused him, but none more than Eloise, and his thoughts were now mostly devoted to the dark-haired, olivy skinned girl. When the point came when he feared that his rock-hard member might literally burst from his pants, he broke off from his position near Vinci and Zanovic and banged on the hatch door that gave entry to the bunk room. Eventually it was opened by Eloise herself. Good, that would simplify what he was about to do… <br><br>He pulled the surprised Eloise into the corridor and growled a matter of fact remark at her. <br><br><strong>“Follow me, the Commander needs to have a word with you…”</strong><br><br>He turned to the surprised Vinci and Zanovic, not entirely sure if they were even half-convinced of his words. <br><br><strong>“You two men stay here, I will be back once I have escorted miss Monot from and to the Commander’s state room.”</strong><br><br>He grabbed Eloise by the upper arm and guided her through the corridors, making sure to avoid any area where they might run into a group of crewmen.<br><br>Eventually they arrived at their destination ; not Commander MacHeath’s quarters but his own. He opened his small living quarters and then pushed her inside, quickly following before shutting the hatch again. She turned around with confusion in her eyes, though Joseph suspect she had some idea of what he had in mind.<br><br>Still, she crossed her arms underneath her chest and inquired quizzingly.<br><br><strong> “What is this, mr. Harden? I thought we were going to the Commander. There is no one here?”</strong><br><br>Joseph had little doubt that the girl had already figured out this were his living quarters, but if she wanted it spelled out… <br><br><strong>“These are my quarters… We are not going to the Commander, I told that because I wanted you to come willingly… And I did not want to confuse the men…” </strong><br><br>Though Joseph was convinced they had their doubts about his truthfulness. Neither Vinci nor Zanovic was an idiot, but the rock-hard cock in his pants made him forget about any trouble he might cause with his behavior. <br><br>Eloise, who was seemingly figuring out just now why she was brought there, took a few steps towards the other end of his cabin. Unfortunately for her, it was so tiny that she soon backed into the far wall. He moved a few steps towards her and started undoing his pants. <br><br><strong>“I’m sorry about my dishonesty… And I sincerely hope you will not resist me. But this needs to be done. Not just for me, but for the safety of you and your friends. I cannot focus on keeping you safe as long as my head is only thinking of fucking you.” </strong><br><br>At just that time, Joseph’s huge cock popped free from his pants. He undid his shirt as well, revealing a dark and muscular torso. <br><br>Eloise had suspected something strange was up from the moment she had been ushered out into the corridor. His eyes had given him away. She recognized the look in Joseph’s eyes from the lustful gaze some of the other men had given her. Still, because the black sailor had given her little reason to doubt his word so far, she had foolishly followed him. And now she was stuck inside his cabin with him. She gasped for air as he undressed and a huge cock sprung out of his pants. Fighting him was futile, he was a massive and muscular man who could probably snap her in half if he wanted to. But she hadn’t imagined she would be required to give him sexual favors when she had agreed to go and see the Commander. <br><br>She swallowed as he took another step closer. She had to admit he had a good body, but she found it hard to be truly aroused at a situation where she had no choice in the matter whatsoever. Though she was at least grateful it was just one man and not a pack of wolves, like the group that had attacked and molested poor Ophelia. Eventually she tried to control her out of control heart and made a decision. If she could buy off her safety by fucking one man, it wasn’t as bad as the alternative. Images of being passed around by dozens of horny sailors had haunted her mind ever since Ophelia had been returned to them. She nodded at the approaching sailor and spoke.<br><br><strong>“Very well, I will not resist you, but you have to promise me you’ll keep me safe from the rest…”</strong><br><br>With those words, she started to undo her hotpants and pull them down her long legs. She pulled the cut-off top over her head and revealed her bra-less chest to him. The excitement and nervousness had made her slightly sweaty, giving her skin a bright sheen under the artificial light. <br><br>Harden simply nodded. He was relieved she had seen sense and not resisted him. <br><strong><br>“I will try to keep you girls safe.” </strong><br><br>His focus was now no longer on the big picture, but rather on the undressing girl in front of him. As he reached her position, he waited for her to pull her panties all the way down her legs before placing a hand on her belly and then allowing it to travel up her torso, until he cupped one of her full breasts in his hand. He gave it a little squeeze and yielded a yelp from her full lips. Joseph growled in pleasure, his patience wearing very thing. He got down to his knees and dipped his head in between her legs. His tongue started expertly lapping the length of her slit before dipping inside with his tongue. He spent the next few minutes assaulting her womanhood with both his tongue and fingers. His efforts first yielded only the tensing of muscles in her thighs, but eventually he heard soft moans escape her mouth. When he started tasting generous amounts of her juices on his face, he knew he had gotten her sufficiently ready for the next step. He rose to his feet and trapped her face in between his strong hands to force a kiss onto her lips. She was surprised at first and froze up, before kissing him back tentatively. <br><br>Joseph broke off the kiss and stared down at her. His voice was now seemingly deeper and slightly hoarse. <br><br><strong>“Turn around, I need to get it in you now…”</strong> <br><br>She hesitated for an instant before facing the bulkhead, leaning slightly up against it and offering him her posterior. As she had assumed the position, he let his left hand rest on her hip and used his right hand to guide his throbbing cock to her wet gash. He moaned deeply as he parted her lips and slowly slid inside. A few good thrust and he managed to get a good deal of meat inside of her. With both hands now resting on her hips, Joseph started pumping her pussy.<br><br>Eloise had been surprised and then delighted at his oral assault. Most of the guys she had been with so far had been lukewarm oral givers, and none of them had the skill of this sailor. She initially resisted the pleasure he was giving her, but eventually she had no choice but to give in and soon her moans filled the small space. When he had gotten her well wet, she was first kissed quite roughly and then asked to turn around. After a brief hesitation, she did as she was asked. She had seen the size of him, and he put any of the other lovers she had before to shame. When he entered her, she gasped for air as if she was being impaled. Her walls trapped his thick meat inside of her, and then he started to pump her pussy. She moaned loudly and deeply on each passage, her hands up against the bulkhead to keep her balance. After half a minute, his cock went further up her snatch than any man had ever gone. She bit her lower lip as her cunt was being stretched slightly further upon each pelvic thrust he gave her. <br><br>Joseph growled and grunted as he fucked Eloise. He did not feel any shame or regret, those feelings would no doubt come later, when he had satisfied his desires. For now, all he could focus on was how her narrow, wet hole was making his cock feel. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 23:27:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://ts1.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=5025430211593472&amp;id=76eb81e5e454240fec652e8e2d5c77a3)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Levan<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Role:</strong> Radio expert and codebreaker<br><strong>Currently:</strong> Leaving the radio room.<br><hr><br>Adrian left the woman in the radio room, as his sexual desires were tingling too much for him to stand being next to her anymore. With any luck, she would stay occupied, and out of the hands of the other sailors. Adrian had heard madness going on, and he was unnerved that he wasn't in the center of it, leading it. He hated those sailors, though, so he didn't really want to get in the middle of them. He wondered why they had been sent on such an important mission, they had no self-control.<br><br>In any case, Adrian decided to go to the captain's offices, since he was under their direct supervision, and was a step below all those young sailors. When he went there, Harden and Macheath were going on about some rules and some serious talk. Adrian stayed near the back of the room, since he wasn't a formal Navy officer, but it seemed that quite a bit more had been brewing on this submarine than he had thought before. Especially if the crew was going wild. On a nuclear submarine. This was getting bad. Adrian decided to lean back and see what happened in this discussion. Better to wait before tipping his hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 17:47:22</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Arielle Leroux<br><strong>Role:</strong> Girl<br><hr><br>As the girls talked and helped Ophelia, Arielle began feeling restless. When she was sure that her friends were alright and everyone was safe...for the moment...she decided to explore a bit. There were two crewmen stationed outside of the bunk room, and at first, she wasn't sure how she'd get past them. However, going to Mari, she asked the redhead if she could distract the men so she could take a walk...and see what was going on. Mari agreed and went to the two sailors. Batting her eyelashes and putting her hand on her hip, she asked them if they could help her push a box out of the way...so they could have more room. The two men immediately did so...almost competing over who could show off the most. While they were distracted, Arielle slipped out. She didn't know where she was going, but this whole thing was a mess, and she needed some time to think on it.<br><br>Taking each corridor slowly, she wore a knee-length dress that was feminine...but quite dirty from their ordeal. She was barefoot, but she didn't care. Light auburn curls framed her face and she examined her surroundings. It wasn't long before she heard talking, and she snuck a bit closer to discover that the officers were speaking. She was glad that the Hawk was not in control anymore, but she still didn't trust the men. She snuck up close to the door and began listening in on their conversation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 18:58:25</strong>
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				<strong>Joseph Harden &amp; Eloise Monot</strong><br><br>Joseph was still pounding Eloise’s pussy in the tight confines of his small cabin. His meaty rod was now slick in her juices and her moans matched his grunts and growls. Upon each stab of his hips, he could feel a slight tremor go through her body. His hands were still lingering on her hips as he took her in a steady pace.<strong> “Oh fuck that’s good…”</strong> he growled as he upped the pace further still. The young woman was taking his fucking rather well, as he could gather from her pleasured moans and the occasional passionate tremble of her legs.&nbsp; His balls were now flapping up against her taut posterior. He honored said rear end by detaching his right hand from her side ever so briefly to cup the tight flesh in his hand and then give it a teasing spank. <br><br>Even though this situation was beyond absurd, Eloise was in bliss. She had never thought she would end up being fucked by a submarine sailor, on some nuclear sub in the middle of the Atlantic. Nor had she anticipated that she would so enjoy his massive cock stretching her pussy ever further. What she did realize already is that this man had a lot of experience, and was using all of it to make her body tremble in wail in pleasure.<strong> “Oh my... that thing feels… so good…”</strong> She uttered in between moans, not feeling a bit of shame about enjoying the sexual act she had been coerced into. <br><br>Joseph put his hand back on Eloise’s right hip, and he then let his left hand travel up her spine. He grabbed a fistful of dark hair and pulled her head back towards him. By then he was desperate for release… He had been desperate for release for hours. <strong>“Beg for my cum…”</strong> After giving her another five hard thrusts and not getting a reply, he gave her another spank on the rear, only this time harder than before, hard enough to leave a red mark on her firm flesh. <strong>“I said beg for my cum, bitch!”</strong><br><br>Eloise screamed, both because of the hard spank and because his hard fucking had brought her to the edge herself. She replied in a loud shout. <strong>“Oh fuck yes… give me that cum baby, please…” </strong><br><br>Joseph grit his teeth and exhaled a loud <strong>“Damn… damn…”</strong> As he started pumping her even faster and felt his knobhead explode upon the third pump. His warm seed streamed into her narrow tunnel even as he kept on fucking hear. Already some of his white goo was running down her thighs. With his fist still tightly around her hair, he bucked away inside of her, until he had spent the last drop of jizz inside of her well-fucked snatch. Only then did he pull out and stagger backwards.<br><br>He admired the stream of seed that ran out from between her puffy, reddened lips as she still stood panting up against the bulkhead. For his own state, his huge cock had barely lost anything of its hardness, and with the ache in his spent balls subsiding, the desire was already building up again. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 19:27:47</strong>
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				<strong>Vinci &amp; Zanovic </strong><br><br>Zanovic and Vinci had been gossiping like a couple of old women after Harden had disappeared with the dark-haired girl. <strong>“I’m telling you, Harden is pounding that pussy as we speak… There’s no way he really took her to the Commander… Why would he stand watch here for another before remembering she was to be brought to MacHeath?”</strong> Zanovic shrugged at Vinci’s claim. <strong>“Doesn’t sound like Harden, that guy bleeds navy, he’d crawl through a mile of broken glass before disobeying an order.”</strong> Vinci waved away his friends claim. <strong>“Duty only goes so far… Harden’s still just a man like the rest of us, and he’s been around the pussy more than we have… It’s only natural that he should crack…”</strong><br><br>Their conversation was interrupted by another knock on the door of the bunk room. This time, the red-headed girl needed their assistance in moving some chests. Both men were more than willing to help, especially as she flashed hem some flesh. Neither of them noticed the other girl sneaking off as they were distracted. Zanovic and Vinci exchanged a gaze as they finished their task. Zanovic then turned towards Mari and inquired.<strong> “Are you girls hungry? You’ve not been fed since arriving on board, have you? If you want we could go down to the galley and get you something.” </strong>He gave Mari a smile and extended his hand towards her.<strong> “Why don’t you come along and help us choose something you and your friends would like?” </strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 19:35:25</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Mari Prescott<br><strong>With:</strong> Vinci and Zanovic<br><hr><br>Mari kept subtly flirting until Arielle was gone, and then she smiled at the men.<br><br><strong>"Thank you so much."</strong><br><br>She was about ready to go back to her friends when they suggested that she help them get food. She initially planned to refuse, but they were right. The girls needed food, and they'd need a couple extra hands.<br><br><strong>"Alright. I guess I can help."</strong><br><br>She gave the girls a reassuring smile and followed the men out...although she didn't take Zanovic's hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 20:17:35</strong>
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				<strong>Zanovic &amp; Vinci</strong><br><br>Zanovic couldn’t back out now even if he wanted to. He had acted on a whim… And now the lust in Vinci’s eyes told him he wasn’t going to be able to change his mind at this point. They were unsure where to take the girl after they had locked the bunk room door again. Obviously they couldn’t really take her to the galley, for a multitude of reasons. Eventually Vinci pushed Mari into the storage room they had cleared just earlier that day and slammed the hatch shut behind them. It took Zanovic a second or two to join Vinci, as the man had almost immediately started to forcefully undo the oversized khaki overalls the girl was wearing. Between the two of them, they managed to pull them down to her waist and expose her breasts. Vinci was already pawing one fleshy orb in his fingers whilst Zanovic tried to pull the garment all the way down her legs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 20:28:38</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Mari Prescott<br><strong>Location:</strong> Empty Storage Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Vinci and Zanovic<br><hr><br>Mari gasped in shock as they suddenly pushed her into a storage room and closed the door. Immediately she was on alert, and she grew tense as she prepared to fight. Vinci was yanking down her oversized khaki coveralls, and she fought hard...trying to push and shove him away. Soon, though, her full breasts were exposed, and she screamed for help.<br><br>"HELP! SOMEONE! HELP!"<br><br>One of them was already groping a pink-tipped mound and the other was trying to pull the clothing down her legs. He'd have a hard time of it, though, as she kicked at any part she might be able to reach.<br><br>"Stop it! Get off me!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 21:58:38</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>"Alright we will go with Harden's plan" The commander said trusting his friend blindly, something he should have known better than to do, but there were years of trust between them, and he had behaved during the Ophelia ordeal.<br><br>"You have your orders, go find someone you trust. I'm holding you personally responsible if something happens to any of those girls. They are all under my protection."<br><br>He paused briefly "Harden will get the next shift of guard, so just go"<br><br>He looked at Macauley "As far as you go, you are responsible for all, you endangered Ophelia's health by just escaping with Mari and you know it. Should something like that happen again you'll be cleaning the outside of the submarine"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 17:41:10</strong>
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				<strong>Zanovic and Vinci misbehave themselves with Mari</strong><br><br>Zanovic got several good kicks from the girl, though thankfully he was able to turn his body away quickly enough to avoid landing one in the groin area. Once Vinci shifted his attention from pawing the girl’s tits to helping him restrain her, between the two of them they did manage to get rid of the overalls. Vince forcefully pinned both of the girls arms onto her back, and he throatily whispered into her ear. <strong>“Stop struggling girl, unless you want me to break your fucking arm?”</strong> Zanovic knew full well what they were doing was wrong, and to make things worse, there was no chance of them getting away with it. Even if Harden was truly fucking the dark-haired girl, he would never stand for their indiscipline. But there was no turning back now, so he decided to make the most of the opportunity.&nbsp; <br><br>Zanovic grabbed both of her full breasts and took pleasure in mauling and reddening her pale skin. After massaging her chest for a while, he started to undo his uniform. With Vinci still keeping the girl firmly in his grasp, he pulled his cock from his trousers and stroked the hard member a few times as he neared the red-headed girl. He put two of his fingers in his mouth and brought the moistened digits to her slit, first teasing it a bit before slipping one finger inside of her. After a while he slipped another in and then hooked and probed inside her tight tunnel with his fingers. Once desire overwhelmed him, he parted her legs as far as they went and applied pressure to her lips with his knobhead. Zanovic exhaled audibly as his cock slowly but surely slipped into her pussy, ignoring any protest she might have been uttering. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 14:35:03</strong>
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				<strong>Joseph Harden and Eloise Monot enjoy their time together</strong><br><br>With his seed still oozing out of her well-fucked hole, Joseph pulled Eloise closer to him and turned her around. He hungrily pressed his lips onto hers and was pleased to find little to no resistance to their kiss. His hands found her firm posterior and he grasped her rear end even as cum was still dripping down her legs. He broke off their kiss and stared into her eyes.<strong> “We’re not done yet, baby, not by a long shot…”</strong> To his amazement, Joseph found his cock still as rigid as before his climax, his desire so strong after months of abstinence that he felt like he could fuck through the night without losing either his strength of hardness. <br><br>He pushed her hands down to his slick cock and he didn’t have to demand her attention for the dark-haired girl to start stroking his rod. He groaned at the attention of her digits, as two hands slid over his rod in an increasingly faster tempo. Eventually he moaned deeply as she teased his knobhead almost cruelly in between her palms. The sailor laid down in the middle of his cabin, with is cock sticking out proudly towards the metal ceiling. He motioned Eloise down with him. His voice was slightly hoarse when he ordered. <strong>“Now ride me…”</strong><br><br>Eloise was afraid to really try and analyze her own frame of mind. After the fucking she had just received, her entire body was still tingling all over. She did not even think of resisting when she was ordered to service his cock with her hands, and even put a lot of enthusiasm into the task. Likewise when the order to mount his massive cock came, she gladly obliged. She bit her lower lip as she descended upon the throbbing member, feeling every protruding vein as her lips were parted and she impaled herself on its length. <strong>“Oh fuck…” </strong>she exhaled as she took every inch of his length. She rested her hands on his chest and used both her legs and arms to push herself up and down on Joseph’s cock. <br><br>For his part, Joseph stayed silent as the girl rode him, his loud grunts the only response to her efforts. He had no illusions about the fact that he would be getting in trouble for this. A submarine could be a very small place, and he would have no explanation as to what he did with the girl after disappearing with her for a couple of hours. Nor did he have any illusions that the girl would remain mum about it, however much she was cooperating and seemingly enjoying herself. But he could not claim any real regrets, not with the way her narrow tunnel was currently clenching his cock. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 15:02:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://ts1.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=5025430211593472&amp;id=76eb81e5e454240fec652e8e2d5c77a3)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Levan<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Role:</strong> Radio expert and codebreaker<br><strong>Currently:</strong> Leaving the office where they were meeting.<br><hr><br>Adrian was listening to this, and he didn't want to get involved. He certainly didn't want to have to deal with some bat-crazy, sex-starved sailors. He didn't even like them when they were normal. If sailors were ever normal, that is. He decided to leave, though it was more quietly, so that they probably wouldn't notice, or would assume he had work, which he did, at that. As he left the room quickly, he bumped straight into Arielle, though luckily he prevented himself from making a sound.<br><br>He narrowed his eyes at the girl. She was spying on them? The nerve of the girl. "You must be rather brave to be listening in on us." he said, as he grabbed her arm and started walking towards the radio room. He was partially taking her, and partially running away from the captain's office where all of them were meeting. This was also the opposite direction from where Eloise and Mari were getting fucked, so they wouldn't notice them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 17:44:45</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Arielle Leroux<br><strong>Where:</strong> Outside the Office<br><strong>With:</strong> Adrian Levan<br><hr><br>Arielle had been about ready to try to speak to this Macheath when another man exited. She didn't get a chance to say anything before he grabbed her arm and began dragging her away without hesitation.<br><br><strong>"Hey! Stop!"</strong><br><br>She tried to dig her heels in, but he kept pulling...overpowering her. She yanked on his hold and made a sound of frustration.<br><br><strong>"Don't we have a right to know what's going on? And where are you taking me? I need to get back to my friends."</strong><br><br>Her light auburn hair hid part of her face, but he'd be able to see her defiant blue eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 18:07:53</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Mari Prescott<br><strong>Where:</strong> Storage Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Zanovic and Vinci<br><hr><br>She felt a bit of satisfaction that her kicks at least landed on one of them. She didn't know their names, but in her mind, they weren't that different anyway. They were both pigs. When they got the overalls off, she struggled even harder...not seeming bothered at all by his threat.<br><br><strong>"Then break my arm! Go ahead!"</strong><br><br>They didn't stop, though, and even though she fought like a hellcat, she soon felt Zanovic's hands on her breasts. The other man had her held down firmly, and no matter how hard she screamed or kicked, they didn't give up. Soon she felt the man's fingers...wet from his saliva...probe around her entrance, and he'd feel how tight she was. She wasn't a virgin, but she almost felt that way. She didn't have sex much.<br><br>She whimpered as he fingered her without care, and then shook her head as he pushed his cock against her slit.<br><br><strong>"NO! Get off me!"</strong><br><br>It was too late, though. She felt his hard cock slip into her pussy with a bit of trouble, and she screamed in despair. She kept squirming, but now his cock held her in place. She was tight and not all that wet, but he still managed to fit.<br><br><strong>"No...no!"</strong><br><br>She was almost just talking for the principle of it now, as she knew logically that it would take a miracle to save her. Breathing hard, she tried to ignore the man above her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 18:18:37</strong>
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				<strong>Zanovic and Vinci continue their cruel game</strong><br><br>Zanovic grunted loudly as he pumped the girl slowly. She wasn’t as wet as he had hoped, and her hole was almost unbearably tight. <strong>“Fuck she’s tight…” </strong>he said to no one in particular, even though it died yield a nervous laugh from Vinci. No doubt the other man was just as fearful of the punishment they would get for this. Now all that was left to do was make sure that it was all worth it. Which is why he cruelly ignored her please and whimpers. His mauling hands had now moved onto tugging on her sensitive nipples. He cruelly pulled on them hard enough to yield a response. He wrapped her pale, firm thighs around his waist as he slowly thrust his hips in and out of her snatch. <br><br>Vinci was reduced to keeping the girl immobile and restrained for the time being, but that did not mean he failed to attempt to get some simple pleasure from the proximity of a female body. He buried his face into her ginger hair and then pressed his mouth onto her shoulder, hungrily suckling on her flesh. <strong>“Mmmm, she even tastes good…”. </strong><br><br>By that point, the grunting and growling Zanovic had upped the tempo of his movements. He looked intently into her eyes and even enjoyed the anger and hate he saw in them. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 02:34:22</strong>
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				<strong>Group of angry sailors</strong><br><br>"Do they think we are stupid?" "They seem to, they stuck all the girls in one room, can't believe they thought we wouldn't find out" Phrases like this had been going around this group of 4 sailors during the past hour. They were angry, all of them had not only able to molest Ophelia on the cage, but were also nearly able to rape Mari when Macauley ruined things for them.<br><br>As they kept talking another one showed, this one was younger, he was known among them for moving around the ship fast and finding things out on people.<br><br>He was breathing quickly for he had run "Harden took one of the girls, another one escaped towards the captain's quarters, and here is the kicker the two fuckers they have for guards took another one"<br><br>The rest looked at him, not yet able to figure out where he was going "The redhead from the cage is alone in the room with no guards"<br><br>Everyone just smiled evilly, they would teach the officers not to provide for them, that little girl would be proof. They quickly decided on the plan.<br><br>The younger man knocked on Ophelia's door "Miss, the commander wishes to make up for your troubles and invite you and your friends for dinner with him, your friends are waiting for you"<br><br>Should she come out, they would seize her and take her to a secluded part of the ship, if she didn't they would just storm the room and lock themselves in there with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 12:38:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; In the girls room<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Meeting the angry sailors<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Wearing an ample shirt and a sheet-made skirt<br></strong><hr></div>Ophelia had been turning in her bunk, trying to sleep. The last events had been so terrible, so degrading. It was shocking how a group of normal human beings could turn into a mob of lustful beasts. She moved in and out of sleep, the images of her predicament churning in her memory.<br><br>And suddenly there was a knock on the door. Her eyes blinked open. She was alone in the room. She must have fallen asleep at last. What did the voice say? The Captain wanted to apologize? Had reason at last sparked in his mind? Ophelia smiled. If the brute still thought he could avoid being court-martialed, he was deeply mistaken, but still it would be funny to see him get on his knees and kiss her feet.<br><br><strong>"Wait a minute, I'm coming!"</strong> she said while getting out of the bunk.<br><br>She was still stark naked but she could see an ample sailor shirt folded beside the bed. She quickly put it on. It was so big that it went down to the mid of her thighs. She pulled the sheet and wrapped it around her waist, creating a suitable skirt that went down to her bare feet. There was no mirror to look at herself and she was sure she looked horrible, but she was too eager to shove the Captain's nose into his pee and hurried to the door.<br><br>She unlocked it and smiled to the sailors that were waiting on her.<br><br><strong>"I'm ready. Let's go!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 17:22:46</strong>
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				<strong>Group of angry sailors</strong><br><br>God she was more naive than the officers, her coming out was alright, but she even smiled as she saw the 5 men. Did she really think 5 men were sent to her as some sort of welcome committee? <br><br>They stuck to their plan, hardly believing that it was working, and lead her through the submarine, making lots of turns, to accomplish two things 1, not running into anyone and 2, getting her lost. Finally they got her in a big room that with some loud machinery, that would mask her screams... and she would scream.<br><br>As soon as they were all in the last one locked the door behind them, and they circled her like wolves. They had evil grins on their faces and they quickly begun to tear at her clothes, not stopping until she was completely naked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 21:55:38</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Mari Prescott<br><strong>Where:</strong> Storage Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Zanovic and Vinci<br><hr><br>She screamed and tried to kick at him, but his cock held her firmly in place. Tossing from side to side and trying to yank free from Vinci's hold, she only succeeded in making herself more tired. He soon had her thighs wrapped around his hips, and she couldn't break free. She glared into Zanovic's eyes and spit in his face.<br><br>"You bastards! Your commander will have your heads, and Macauley will be furious."<br><br>She whimpered in pain as he fucked her hard, and then shivered in disgust as Vinci licked and suckled on her neck.<br><br>"Stop!"<br><br>She kept struggling, although it was clearly pointless. However, the sucking on her neck did make her a bit wetter, which helped with the rape. It was less painful now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 23:33:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://ts1.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=5025430211593472&amp;id=76eb81e5e454240fec652e8e2d5c77a3)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Levan<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Role:</strong> Radio expert and codebreaker<br><strong>Currently:</strong> The radio room again.<br><hr><br>Adrian ignored her, wanting to get away from the crazed sailors as quickly as possible. He didn't know what he was going to do with her either, she was still screaming like a stupid rich brat. Which she probably was, of course. No one would look for him in the radio room unless there were some important communications to be made. Even then, since he wasn't a real sailor, no one hardly ever thought of him. In this case, it served to his advantage. He hoped none of the other sailors had seen him.<br><br>In only a small amount of time, they were back in the radio room. Adrian closed the door behind him, firmly but not too loudly, locking it so that it was just him and Arielle alone. He put his ear to the door, but didn't hear anyone. Sighing, he turned to face the girl. He hadn't noticed her before, but she was surprisingly pretty. And fuckable. Putting that out of his mind, he finally let his anger loose, "Are you stupid? Do you know what's going on out there? The officers here are trying to protect you from those sex-crazed sailors." Or at least, he hoped they were. "And those sailors aren't friendly at the moment, either." he said, as he stood right in front of her, between her and the nearest exit. The panel of buttons and other radio equipment was right behind her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 01:52:18</strong>
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				Arielle <br><br>Arielle glared at him and kept trying to get free. When they got to the radio room, she didn't like that he locked the door. Her light auburn curls framed a doll like face with large blue eyes. She was petite and amply curved. Her full breasts, round ass and smaller waist were obvious in the tattered dress she still wore. She didn't seem scared or nervous...just annoyed. <br><br>"We have a right to know what's going on, and I see no reason that we should trust the officers either. If they're so great, then why did you drag me away and hide before the other officers could see me?"<br><br>She raised her dimpled chin and looked him directly in the eye. <br><br>"I would appreciate it if you took me back."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 05:20:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.menshairstyles.net/d/57924-6/Man+long+medium+curly+and+wavy+haircut+in+blonde+and+light+brown+and+side+bangs.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Levan<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Role:</strong> Radio expert and codebreaker<br><strong>Currently:</strong> The radio room again.<br><hr><br>He stepped closer to her, staring down at her face, equally annoyed. "I'll tell you what's going on. This entire ship is going crazy to fuck you girls. Not only that, but those mutinous sailors just want to rape you then take this nuclear submarine to who knows where."<br><br>"I hid you from everyone so that they wouldn't come after you. And then I had to run because otherwise they'd think I was taking you away to fuck you. That would piss everyone off. As things stand, though, no one comes to the radio room but me. Hell, half of them don't even know this room is here since they never come in. I don't know how long we'll be safe here though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 05:25:25</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Arielle Leroux<br><strong>Where:</strong> Radio Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Adrian Levan<br><hr><br>Arielle frowned and then blushed at his words. They were blatant and honest, but that didn't make it any better. Swallowing, she looked up at him.<br><br>"This entire ship? Even the officers?"<br><br>She paused.<br><br>"Even you?"<br><br>She wasn't sure if she should trust him, but if he was telling the truth, then he was honestly trying to help her. She hoped he was.<br><br>"I don't even know your name."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 06:00:54</strong>
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				"Well, I don't know about all of the officers, but one of Harden or Macheath is going to crack, and I'd rather not stay there long enough to find out which one. Not that there's anywhere to hide on this submarine."<br><br>"My name's Adrian. But there are plenty of sailors out there who'd fuck you without knowing your name."<br><br>He started thinking about the conversation they had been having, and suddenly smelled the aroma the girl had. That was when he noticed just how close he was to her and how luscious and ripe her body seemed. Those breasts... those eyes... that hair... Oh, she'd be a fun one, no doubt. Damn it, he thought, as his thoughts kept wandering in that direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 11:17:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; In rearmost compartment<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;With angry sailors<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Naked among grinning, lustful sailors, once again<br></strong><hr></div>At first, Ophelia had only seen two of the sailors, the others being behind a turn of the passageway. When she saw they were five, she began to feel something was not quite right. In particular as some of them were all stained with motor grease. <em>Why would the Commander send mechanics to bring her to him? Was that another of his tricks?</em> She looked over her shoulder at the door to the girl dormitory but two sailors were already blocking her way, grinning at her in a strange way.<br><br>Fearing the worst, she decided it was better to go along with them. <em>What could she do anyway, alone against five strong men?</em><br><br>As they walked through the submarine following a complicated path. The metal grating of some floors was hurting her bare feet but she preferred not to complain yet. She did not like the way those men were lurking at her.<br><br>All along, she looked for an opportunity to escape them but they remained tightly packed around her. There was constantly at least two of them before and behind her, and as the passageway were rather narrow, there was no way she could hope to force her way past them.<br><br>At some point they passed an&nbsp; even narrower area that was labelled with nuclear signs everywhere. Both ends of that "tunnel" were closed with strong pressure-resistant hatches. To the increasingly anxious Ophelia, their opening and closing very much looked like entering a high-security prison.<br><br>By now she sure they were not going to the Captain and she began to tremble. Finally, they reached a room at the very end of the submarine and she heard the door locked behind her. The expressions on the men's face immediately changed from lurk to lust. She was quickly surrounded before she had the opportunity to reach a corner.<br><br><strong>"Please, listen... Nooooo!"</strong> she began to say, quickly interrupted by hands grappling the sheet she was using as a skirt and yanking on it. She tried to hold it tight but it was torn in a loud noise. The shreds she was clenching her hands on were quickly yanked from her as well. Meanwhile, more hands had pulled on her shirt from all sides. Its buttons snapped merrily in all directions and it too was soon reduced to pieces.<br><br>Ophelia was now standing stark naked in the midst of the horny men, one of her arms crossed over her ample breasts and her other hand trying to hide her neatly trimmed pussy.<br><br><strong>"Please, wait, let's behave as civilised being, OK?"</strong> she pleaded in a trembling voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>28-09-2012, 14:36:37</strong>
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				<strong>Zanovic and Vinci still using Mari</strong><br><br>Zanovic ignored the redhead’s screams and even her spit hitting his face. He was too transfixed on the sensations lower down in his body, especially the girl’s vice-like grip on his cock. Some small part of him registered the wrongness of their actions, but it was dulled out by the screams of pleasure in his mind. Eventually the tightness in his balls was released as a torrent of goo was shot up deep the girl’s snatch. He held her in place as he emptied himself inside of her, only to stagger back after finishing. <br><br>Vinci had kept on suckling and nibbling on her flesh all through Zanovic desires, and he was almost surprised to see his crewmate finish so quickly. His confusion did not last very long though, and before Mari could have realized what happened, he had her pinned down up against the floor. He kept her eyes tightly in place up against her back with one hand, and used the other to raise her ass up. He sought and found her goo-dripping hole with his rod and moaned as he penetrated her and then descended his body weight onto her smaller frame. He fucked her with rough, short stabs of the hips, whilst his body weight and arms kept her tightly in place. Zanovic rested up against the bulkhead, his breathing still pronounced and his cock slick from her juices.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>28-09-2012, 15:36:33</strong>
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				<strong>Group of angry sailors</strong><br><br>"Civilized? Yes, let's be civilized, if you drop to your knees and get your mouth to work you will leave here in a proper shape."<br><br>As one of them spoke to her, all of them unzipped and fished out their hard cocks, she hadn't had the priviledge of seeing them like Mari had, in this she would replace her, and she had no savior.<br><br>One of them reached and grabbed her shoulder. "Will you get on your knees?"<br><br>Another one got behind her and pressed his cock against her ass and pulled her body to his so she would feel it well "She won't do it willingly, let's show her what she is missing"<br><br>"Give her the chance, we'll do this much harder if she refuses" The one holding her frowned slightly, but decided to play along and grabbed her wrists from behind and pull them up, exposing her body to the rest of the horny men.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>28-09-2012, 18:01:16</strong>
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				Arielle <br><br>Arielle took in his words silently, and took a deep breath as he said that Macheath or Harden would crack. Did he mean they'd become a horny, rapist sailor too, or that they'd become like the captain? She had no idea, but either way, it wasn't good. <br><br>Blushing at his statement about the fucking, she looked up into his eyes. <br><br>"Adrian. My name is Arielle."<br><br>She licked her lips and leaned back against a panel...careful to avoid any buttons. She noticed that his expression has darkened somewhat, and she felt a shiver go down her spine at the lust she saw there. He was attractive, but she was aware that they were alone in a locked room. Swallowing, she began breathing a bit harder. <br><br>"So how long are you going to keep me here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>30-09-2012, 00:32:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.menshairstyles.net/d/57924-6/Man+long+medium+curly+and+wavy+haircut+in+blonde+and+light+brown+and+side+bangs.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Levan<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Role:</strong> Radio expert and codebreaker<br><strong>Currently:</strong> The radio room with Mari.<br><hr><br>Adrian paused and took a breath, taking in the sight of Mari. He thought about what he should do next, as he took that breath. And all he could think of was fucking her.<br><br>Adrian stood there for a while as she waited for a response to her question. When he finally spoke, he said, "Remember when you asked if even I wanted to fuck you?" Adrian inched closer to her after this, as he was about to answer his own question.<br><br>"Well, Arielle, the answer is yes, I would." he said, as he put his arms on either side of her and pressed his lips to hers briefly, before pulling back. Then he continued, "And I am going to keep you here until I've pressed you against this wall and fucked you until those lovely curls of yours bounce up and down over this whole panel." he said, as he pressed his lips to hers again, simultaneously pressing his growing erection against her as his hands went to her body, searching for a way to take off her clothes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>30-09-2012, 03:51:33</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Mari Prescott<br><strong>Where:</strong> Storage Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Zanovic and Vinci<br><hr><br>He didn't seem bothered by her spit, and he certainly didn't stop or slow down. Instead, he simply hammered her stinging cunt with brutal ferocity. Finally he came, although she groaned in despair that he filled her with his seed. She barely got a few seconds before the second man took his place and shoved his cock inside of her. <br><br>"NO! NO!"<br><br>One rape was bad enough...but two?! She fought him...struggling and trying to push him out of her tight pussy. It was no use, though, and she whimpered as he painfully raped her. She could only look away and keep fighting out of principle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>30-09-2012, 04:47:04</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Arielle Leroux<br><strong>Where:</strong> Radio Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Adrian Levan<br><hr><br>Arielle honestly didn't expect what happened next, so he was able to take her off-guard. Gasping as he caged her between his arms, she immediately grew defensive and brought her hands up to push at his chest.<br><br>"What are you talking about? You can't be serious. I'm not a slut!"<br><br>She had to admit that he was attractive, and his kiss had aroused her a bit, but the real arousal...and anger...came when he pressed his erection against her. She widened her eyes in panic and struggled against him. She mumbled against his lips before she could break free.<br><br>"No. Let me go!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>30-09-2012, 16:17:28</strong>
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				<strong>Commander Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>With everything more or less underway Trevor tried to relax, a nearly impossible task considering the situation they were in. They were nearer mutiny every minute, and he sincerely wanted to keep the girls safe knowing that it would be very difficult, he counted the few things that helped him be more at ease, not the least of them trusting his closer men, in particularly Harden.<br><br>That is why he went to see Harden, he figured he wasn't standing guard but would be in his room after setting guards. He wanted to talk to the sailor to see his assessment of the situation without others around.<br><br>When he reached the room Macheath opened it. There was no reason to think Harden would be in a compromising position, and it was too early to be sleeping, that didn't lessen the shock when he saw Eloise riding the man's cock.<br><br>Macheath was very angry, and probably slightly jealous although he wouldn't admit that. "What in hell is going on here? Miss Monot move away from that man right now! And you better have some sort of explanation and your clothes on before I finish this sentence"<br><br>Although he asked for an explanation, he was sure Harden knew he would end up in the brig, maybe Macheath would go easy on the time there if he felt he needed Harden, but right now what he really wanted was getting him off the ship, him and every stupid sailor that was only thinking with their pants now,
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 13:17:54</strong>
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				<strong>Harden and Eloise, caught in the act</strong><br><br>Of course Harden had to be cut off in mid-fuck, what else had he been expecting? He was barely surprised when MacHeath burst into his cabin. The girl was startled though, she almost jumped off his cock and foolishly and quite endearingly tried to cover her body with her hands and arms. Harden didn’t quite get dressed as fast as MacHeath demanded him too, but he did raise up from the floor of his cabin and lazily started putting his clothes back on. <strong>“Miss Monot is not to blame for this, commander, I assume full responsibility for my actions. I’m sorry sir, but I’m just a man after all…”</strong> He groaned slightly when he tucked his still hard member back into his pants. By that point, Eloise had covered her body with some of the bedsheets from his bunk. <br><br><strong>“I’ll escort myself to the brig if you’ll allow me to sir.”</strong> Harden said, unsure if his punishment would be limited to some time in the hole. Had he disobeyed a direct order by the Hawk, he might have found himself shot out of a torpedo tube. He hoped that MacHeath was a more reasonable man.<br><br>Eloise’s cheeks had gone a deep red after the commander’s arrival, suddenly feeling shame at her nakedness and her sexual escapades with the black sailor. She should have felt relief at being rescued, but if she was honest with herself, she was a bit miffed at not continuing her fun with Harden. Sure, it had started out as something she was forced into, but she was a willing participant by the time the commander had entered. She had wrapped some of the sheets around her body and then gathered her few items of clothing as they lay scattered around the cabin. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 15:12:51</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>Macheath was pissed, not only at the situation, it was also the fact that Harden the one man he thought he could trust had just been caught literally with his pants down.<br><br>"Thanks for the clarification, I nearly thought this girl with one third of your weight had forced herself on you" he said with a sarcastic tone "I said get dressed, hurry" his eyes hadn't fail to notice Eloise's naked form, he understood why Harden was tempted, but couldn't he have waited until things were calmer?<br><br>"Yes, escort yourself to the brig. I trust you won't be picking another one of the girls on your way there, this stays a secret between us or they are going to skin you, and hang me just to get a crack at the girls. Claim you are there for hitting someone or something"<br><br>His eyes turned to Eloise after that, and after Harden left he asked "Will you tell me what happened here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 18:44:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.menshairstyles.net/d/57924-6/Man+long+medium+curly+and+wavy+haircut+in+blonde+and+light+brown+and+side+bangs.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Levan<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Role:</strong> Radio expert and codebreaker<br><strong>Currently:</strong> The radio room with Arielle.<br><hr><br>Adrian was caught up in the kiss at first, and at how wonderful her body felt next to his. Very quickly, though, she began to resist, and Adrian realized what he had started to do. He pulled himself away from her, breathing a little heavily, though his arms remained around her.<br><br>"Fuck." he swore, as he turned around and walked towards the door, stopping right before it. "I'm just becoming another one of those sailors." he said, as he stood there, thinking. He didn't want to become another one of those stupid sailors, and he wouldn't let himself come down to this. Even if it did feel that good. Well...<br><br>He turned around to her, "That doesn't mean you're going anywhere, though, you're staying right here until I figure out what we're doing next." he said, as he took a seat. His chair was still between Arielle and the door, though, to prevent her from running away or bringing any attention to this spot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 18:53:40</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise Monot</strong><br><br>Eloise still had the bedsheet wrapped around her body when she looked up at the Commander. Her gaze was incredulous, as his question was a bit silly. What on earth did he imagine had taken place in Harden’s cabin? She had just been caught by him in midfuck with the black sailor.<strong> “Mr. Harden came to our bunk room to fetch me, he claimed you wanted to see me. Instead he brought me here. And well… I guess you should know what happened next?” </strong>The tingle of Harden’s hard-on still lingered on her pussy and she felt a bit of shame at the entire situation. <strong>“He was forcing me at first, but I can’t deny that I enjoyed it a little bit in the end. He’s more experienced than the boys I’ve been with before…”</strong> She blushed deeply at her own admission, feeling sorry for blurting that last part out.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 19:03:01</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>"That is what I was asking, if he had forced himself upon you. If not I could only accuse him of leaving his duties by giving into temptation. Can't say that it is a small temptation, but forcing you, that is wrong"<br><br>He looked at her body as she held the sheet, to prevent it from falling she was holding it tight letting him see her figure, and he had the memory of what he had seen to imagine what was underneath. Also he was entertaining the thought of what he could do that the boys she had been with couldn't.<br><br>"I trust you know what happened to Ophelia because of the Captain's previous punishment, and what nearly happened to Mari. Controlling this ship is getting harder by the second, and I can't even trust my officers"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>03-10-2012, 19:30:05</strong>
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				Arielle<br><br>Arielle was glad when the man backed away, although she couldn't deny that his kiss and body had caused her to grow a bit wet. Her dress was dirty and torn, but luckily covered the important bits. Breathing hard, she swallowed and looked up into his eyes in confusion. <br><br>He had stopped himself, and he seemed torn. Perhaps she'd misjudged him. <br><br>"What do you mean until we figure out what to do? Can't I just return to the bunk room?"<br><br>She blushed at the way he still looked at her. <br><br>"I've never seen men so crazy with lust. It's...unnerving."<br><br>Sighing, she sat on one of the table ledges and looked at him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>04-10-2012, 05:39:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.menshairstyles.net/d/57924-6/Man+long+medium+curly+and+wavy+haircut+in+blonde+and+light+brown+and+side+bangs.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Levan<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Role:</strong> Radio expert and codebreaker<br><strong>Currently:</strong> The radio room with Arielle.<br><hr><br>Adrian looked up at her. "If you want to run the risk of getting raped, sure, head out there. Fuck, I don't even know which of the people in charge to trust." he said, as he leaned back. "Also, there is no <em>we</em>. <em>I</em> am deciding what we do next."<br><br>"On any other day, I'd probably be seducing you and flirting, but now even that feels wrong. Damn sailors." was all he had to say about what had just happened, and about how he still wanted her. From the way she blushed, it still must have been showing in his face.<br><br>"That it is. It is unnerving." he said, as he thought a bit more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>04-10-2012, 05:48:27</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Arielle Leroux<br><strong>Where:</strong> Radio Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Adrian Levan<br><hr><br>Arielle paled a bit as he spoke so bluntly about the risks of her leaving. When he said there was no <em>we</em> though, she frowned and crossed her arms over her ample chest.<br><br>"Excuse you, Mr. Rude. I don't know who you're used to dealing with, but I don't appreciate someone just walking all over me."<br><br>His words did make her blush, though, and she swallowed as she looked down.<br><br>"I see. Well, although you are a very attractive man, I appreciate your self-control."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>04-10-2012, 18:52:00</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise with Commander MacHeath</strong><br><br>Eloise swallowed noticeably when the commander mentioned the swiftly deteriorating situation on board. What had happened to her friends had shocked her very deeply, and she never realized that they were still in as much danger even inside their private bunk room.<strong> “Oh… But why don’t you just drop us off if we are so much trouble? Just take us to the nearest land and radio our position to the local authorities. I know the other girls, they can be taught to keep mum about all of this, if they understand the importance.” </strong>Eloise wasn’t 100% truthful, she could scarcely guarantee that her friends would keep quiet, even if they were allowed off the submarine. It took just one of them to open her mouth to ruin the commander’s mission. She had little illusions about the chance of him agreeing to her idea. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>04-10-2012, 19:08:08</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath with Eloise</strong><br><br>"You didn't hear what I said on the speakers? We are heading to land, but we are still ways away, Hawkes refused to let go of the original plan and for now it pretty much meant staying as away from shore as possible."<br><br>He paced briefly and grabbed the bridge of his nose in frustration "I met your friends Eloise, there is no way you can keep them shut. However, I expected as much, I removed Hawkes from position and I need to prove he was going insane, what Ophelia went through should be enough"<br><br>"Also, I need to get to land, the men are insane with lust, if they get at least a week away from the submarine they might behave like humans again"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 08:22:28</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise Monot with Commander MacHeath</strong><br><br><strong>“Oh…”</strong> A sudden burst of excitement came into her heart when she heard that they might soon be freed from their underwater prison. She hadn’t missed how the commander was stealing glances at her body. So he was tempted too! She was flabbergasted by how being stuck in a submarine for however long had turned seemingly all the men on board into sex-crazed madmen. At least the Commander still kept an air of professionalism, but how long might it last? Harden had seemed reasonable too before he tricked her. <strong>“So… what do you want me to do next? I guess it’s a bit risky for me to return to my cabin?”</strong> She rightly guessed that any man or men she would encounter between Harden’s cabin at the girls’ temporary “home” would jump her like a hungry wolf.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 14:37:23</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath with Eloise</strong><br><br>"It is if you go alone" he took a seat "Please put your clothes on, if I have to stop trusting myself as well I don't know who will keep you and your friends safe for whatever extra time you are aboard the submarine"<br><br>He knew she had to have some idea, the girl was practically naked, only covered by a sheet feet away from him. It was probably the lust inside him talking but he was starting to think Eloise was trying to tempt him, she had said she had been willing the last part with Harden, maybe the girl wanted more?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 14:55:18</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise with MacHeath</strong><br><br>Of course Eloise had not missed the lust in the Commander’s eyes, nor how his desire seemed to grow further as their conversation went. She raised an eyebrow when he suggested she got dressed before he too lost his self-control. Had it really come to that, with the last seemingly honorable man on board also tempted to stray? <strong> “Okay then… please turn around.” </strong>She waited for the Commander to turn himself away from her, then dropped the sheet. She started slipping the cut-off denim pants over her bottom and then pulled the top over her head. She hadn’t exactly been very modestly cloth to begin with… 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 15:02:06</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath with Eloise</strong><br><br>He turned back to see her after she was dressed his eyes still scanning her<br><br>"I know it might seem hard to believe Eloise, normally I'm not like this, most men aren't, but everyone here has not only been cooped up for a very long time, since you girls shown most of my thoughts had been forced towards those of sexual nature." He stood up and walked closer to her as he talked.<br><br>"Within minutes of showing here one of your friends was nearly naked in front of me, then I had to keep watch to try to keep men from not hurting her as she was molested... even if I stopped it eventually"<br><br>He bit his lip "And when I think I found some sort of stability, I find you naked like that. It wears a toll on me Eloise, with so many turning to extremes I start thinking that maybe forcing myself onto you isn't that awful, that you would like it. that i at least wouldn't hurt you" he licked his lips with images flooding his mine before he snapped out of it "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 17:42:04</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise and the Commander</strong><br><br>Eloise looked curious at MacHeath’s confession, not even really afraid as he had suggested. Both MacHeath and Harden were attractive men, in a base, ultra-masculine way. Unlike Harden, MacHeath hadn’t really forced himself onto her, though he had just admitted to at least considering the possibility. She crossed her hands underneath her chest and eyed him with a mixture of confusion and amusement. <strong>“With respect Commander, but you are confusing me. First you give me a speech about how you are trying to protect us girls, then you admit that you are considering taking me against my will as well. Which is it?” </strong>She took two steps to bridge the small distance between the two of them and ran her hand across his cheek in a tender gesture. <strong>“If I’m honest with you, I am still terrified of being used as a fuck doll by your men… but I’m not afraid of being here alone with you…”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 18:00:37</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath with Eloise</strong><br><br>He smirked as she questioned him, it was clear that she wasn't intimidated by him, which was a good thing.<br><br>"The first one, I'm telling you because I can't tell anyone else, how well do you think my men would accept not ever touching one of you if I admit how strong my desires really are"<br><br>Then she touched his cheek as she got close and he did the same "Why are you unafraid?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 18:06:31</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise and the Commander</strong><br><br>She shrugged at his question, her hand lingering on his body.<strong> “I don’t know, should I be afraid of you then?”</strong> She looked into his eyes and then gently raised her lips towards his, standing on the tips of toes to meet his mouth. She pressed her full mouth up against his and slipped her tongue into his maw once he allowed her entry. She let both hands slip around his neck and pulled herself closer to him as they shared a kiss. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 18:17:49</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath with Eloise</strong><br><br>"Guess not" he managed to say before they started to kiss, one of his hands on the back of her neck deepening it, the other one feeling her back, slowly exploring her body. It had been to long since he had last kissed and he nearly moaned into it as his tongue begun to caress hers.<br><br>The hand on her back pressed her tighter against him, wanting her closer, wanting to feel all of her body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 18:45:12</strong>
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				<strong>Vinci and Zanovic take advantage of Mari</strong><br><br>In spite of all her struggling, Vinci could restrain the girl with relative ease, even without Zanovic’ assistance, who was still recovering from his own round. He slid in and out of the girl ignoring her pained wails and instead just focusing on his own pleasure. Unlike Zanovic, he had no intention of dropping his load any time soon. Even though he had gone without for as long as his crewmate, he wasn’t going to make this short. There was no way to tell how long he’d have to wait for another go after this opportunity, so better to make the most of it. <strong>“Oh fuck, this little ginger slut is tight as fuck alright.”</strong> He groaned, not even meant for Zanovic, but more a statement he uttered for his own benefit. <strong>"I'm going to keep on fucking you until you beg me to cum, you little slut.” </strong>He groaned it into Mari’s ear, not meant as a threat but merely an objective statement. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 06:21:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.menshairstyles.net/d/57924-6/Man+long+medium+curly+and+wavy+haircut+in+blonde+and+light+brown+and+side+bangs.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Levan<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Role:</strong> Radio expert and codebreaker<br><strong>Currently:</strong> The radio room with Arielle.<br><hr><br>"Walking over you?" he said, rolling his eyes. "Then please do tell me what you would do, since you seem to know so much." he said, as he crossed his arms and looked back.<br><br>"Well of course you find me irresistable, it's who I am. Besides, on a ship full of these sailors, it's not even fair competition." he said, though he didn't let his eyes wander over her body, instead keeping them locked onto her eyes. He didn't want to risk another lusty mood swing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 14:51:35</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise Monot and Commander MacHeath</strong><br><br>She wasn’t sure if his passion should have come as a surprise to her, but it did. She moaned deeply into their kiss and felt him press her body even further into his torso. Eventually she had to push him off her to catch a breath. She panted heavily as she looked up into his eyes. <strong>“Whatever you might think of me, I’m not that kind of girl, I don’t go around sleeping with a series of men…”</strong> With that remark, she started to unbutton his shirt and then pull it down his shoulders, before going to work on his pants, unbuckling them first and then undoing the button and zipper. She shamelessly let a hand slip into his boxers and grasped his rather large member. She pulled it free from his underpants and used both hands to gently stroke it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 16:27:46</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath and Eloise</strong><br><br>When she pushed him away to breathe he took a deep breath as well and looked back into her eyes, as she spoke he nodded, he knew the unusual situation was affecting them both "I'm not the kind of man that considers forcing himself onto the first sexy girl he finds himself alone with"<br><br>Then she felt her hands undo his shirt, as she pushed it down his shoulders he helped her and let it fall to the ground, he moaned as she released his very hard cock. His hand now begun to work on the clothes he had just told her to put on, he pulled up her top and threw it on the floor, after he did his hands went to her breasts and he caressed them softly, taking them into his palms he pressed against them and felt her nipples, a moan nearly coming out just from the excitement he felt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>07-10-2012, 13:44:57</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise and the Commander</strong><br><br>She released his cock briefly to allow him to pull her top over her head. After that, she felt her nipples hardening up against his palms. Her breathing became ever more pronounced when she undid her hotpants as well and let them drop to the floor. Her hands were swiftly back on his thick cock, both set of fingers firmly massaging his meaty rod. All the while she kept on pushing her chest deeper into his kneading hands. She blushed when she spoke up. <strong>“I… I liked riding him… can I ride you instead?”</strong> She pushed her face into his chest and hungrily licked his torso with her tongue. She could feel her getting moist again down there, surprised at her own arousal so shortly after fucking another man. She wasn’t usually like this even though she did enjoy pretending being a slutbag in front of her friends. His meat remained in her grasp as she waited for the Commander to respond. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>07-10-2012, 17:09:54</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath with Eloise</strong><br><br>A moan came out as she played with his cock using her hands, it made him even harder, when she dropped her hotpants he released one of her breasts and his hand went down and brushed her pussy with his palm, much like he was pressing against her breasts.<br><br>Then she spoke "Yes" he said moving back to the bed, guiding her by her grasp on his cock "show me how you ride" he had liked seeing her blush and while he wouldn't admit it he had felt a pang of jealousy at her mentioning Harden, he wanted her mind completely with him not reminiscing, even if it was something that happened a minute ago. "Show me what those horseback riding lessons taught you"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>07-10-2012, 17:14:57</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise with Trevor</strong><br><br>Eloise moaned when MacHeath’s hand found her slit and brushed along it. She felt no shame at the fact that she was already soaking wet for him. She had no choice but to follow him back to the bunk as he lead her along by his thick rod. When the commander had positioned himself on the bed, she smiled at his mention of her riding lessons before straddling his waist and descending her lips onto his knobhead. She used her hands to guide his rod in and moaned gently as she felt the cock slide inside her tunnel. Her walls snuggly grasped his meaty length, and she pushed herself all the way down on it in a few motions. She licked her lips as she looked down upon him, her hands now moving to his chest for support as she lifted her buttocks up and down on his length, slowly upping the tempo. On each penetration, she moaned deeply, and on the upturn she gasped in air audibly. She smiled mischievously when she gasped, <strong>“you feel good inside me… commander.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>07-10-2012, 17:31:01</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath with Eloise</strong><br><br>She was incredibly wet which only cooperated to his jealousy since he knew it wasn't all for him, if someone asked him now Harden would never leave the brig. When she stranded him his cock twitched with anticipation, and a loud moan reached his lips as she felt her lips on his meat, she guided him into her and an even louder moan came out with a groan, she was so tight and her pussy was squeezing him.<br><br>His hands were on her hips helping her move harder, pulling her down and up on his cock as she moved, her hands feeling great on his chest, he moaned in time with her as he felt her deep with the head of his cock on each thrust.<br><br>"You feel good around me Miss Monot" he answered to her choice of words "You don't need to use my rank now, unless its doing something for you, do you want to be commanded?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>07-10-2012, 18:43:39</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise with Trevor</strong><br><br>She didn’t answer the commander’s question, only rode him harder. Her ass crashed down forcefully on his upper legs with each motion she made, and her palms and fingers pushed off on his torso ever more forcefully to help lift her weight up. She moaned and yelped as she took Trevor’s full length, biting her own lips to stifle the most loud and raw of screams. It was better than with Harden, as the commander was kinder and more tender in his demeanor, as well as boasting a member that felt like the black sailor’s equal. She rode him hard for a few minutes until a shudder went over her body and she screamed out her pleasure in wild, erratic cries. She felt her juices flowing profusely all over the man’s crotch, and she rode him further through her orgasm and clenching walls. She kept on bouncing up and down on his length even after finishing herself, wanting to bring him equal pleasure. She did settle into a more calm rhythm, her ass now circling down slowly on his stabbing cock. There was something to be said for experience… all of the frat boys she had been with before would have shot their load long before she would have climaxed herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>07-10-2012, 20:01:59</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath with Eloise</strong><br><br>She didn't answer but as she kept riding him, he didn't care. She felt incredible on his cock and he wanted the experience to last as long as possible.<br><br>Soon, or what felt like soon for him, she was cumming all over his cock, he grunted and moaned loudly as she did feeling her pussy squeeze him incredibly tight, he had to focus to keep from releasing his load there, others would be comfortable with lasting until she came, he wanted more.<br><br>He feared briefly that she would have become too sensitive and need to stop, and was gladly surprised when she started to move in circles making him moan louder, with her going slowly he would last longer. He kept holding her by her hips making her movements go a little harder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 05:08:13</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Mari Prescott<br><strong>Where:</strong> Storage Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Vinci and Zanovic<br><hr><br>Mari squirmed and fought against Vinci now. He was much stronger, and the lust in his eyes made his gaze look crazed and mad. She doubted that she'd be able to get him off even if she had equal strength. As he thrust into her tight hole, she screamed in discomfort and outrage.<br><br>"STOP!"<br><br>Her eyes watered, but she wasn't crying. His words, though, made her growl and she glared.<br><br>"I will never beg either of you!"<br><br>She struggled weakly against him, slowly wearing herself out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 05:13:46</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Arielle Leroux<br><strong>Where:</strong> Radio Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Adrian Levan<br><hr><br>She tilted her head and glared.<br><br>"I was just saying that you could be a bit less arrogant and bossy about it."<br><br>At his boast, she laughed.<br><br>"I see arrogance is a common problem for you."<br><br>As he looked into her eyes, she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have him pounding away at her as she screamed in pleasure. She'd had one lover in the past, but it had been quite a while. Besides...he'd never looked at her with such passion. Part of her wanted to give in to him and feel what he could give. Swallowing, she looked up into his eyes.<br><br>"I can't believe I'm going to say this, as I'm known for being a bit of a prude...definitely not a loose woman by any means...but...what if I said yes? How would you take me?"<br><br>Her voice had grown a bit husky, and she looked down at his erection...growing wet from the sight of the bulge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 11:44:04</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise with Commander MacHeath</strong><br><br>His incredible stamina kept on surprising her. Seemingly not content with her teasing gyrating posterior, he had gripped her hips tight and was imposing his own more rigid pumping motion. She moaned appreciatively at his flexing meat that kept on invading her well-fucked snatch. She teased him further by putting on a show and massaging her own chest for his visual benefit. She had to admit that he was a good lover, if she had met him under different circumstances Eloise could have imagined developing an attraction to the Commander that even went beyond the mere physical. Her ass kept on descending onto his stabbing crotch and she bit her lip as she forced herself to keep on impaling her frame onto his meaty length. <strong>“Oh fuck… fuck… fuck…”</strong> she was left gasping for air as he kept on filling her to the brim.<strong> “Give me your cum, commander…”</strong> she squeezed down hard on his rod, and smiled down mischievously at him, with a hint of amusement in her eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 14:18:54</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath with Eloise</strong><br><br>He was getting closer, with every thrust, closer and closer, and he thought that she was getting closer herself again. Her pussy kept squeezing him hard as he moved making him keep moaning, she rubbed her breasts and if he didn't need to hold her hips to keep her moving hard he would be touching them.<br><br>Then she asked for his cum, she mentioned his rank and he gave her a sly smile, going faster and harder now ready to fill her more. More and more her pumped moving her up and down until he groaned and his cock exploded inside her spurting his cum deep into her pussy. Spurt after spurt jumped into her as he kept moving her and moaned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 14:40:06</strong>
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				<strong>Joseph Harden</strong><br><br>A whole host of images went through Joseph’s Harden’s head. Most of them were devoted to the beauty he had spent some time with, Eloise. It had been cut short by the Commander’s arrival, but what time he had with her was worth it, even if MacHeath now let him rot in the brig until they arrived at their port. He’d probably be made to pay beyond that, MacHeath wouldn’t forget the fact that Joseph had let him down when he needed him to be loyal and honest. The officer was interrupted by a huge ruckus that came towards him from the belly of the ship. Joseph dove into an alcove just in time to avoid being spotted by the angry crowd. A group of what looked like two dozen sailors were shouting profanities and looked generally ready to drink blood. <em><strong>“Fucking officers! I told you, I fucking told you they’d keep that pussy all to themselves. The commander is probably pounding some hot snatch as we speak.”</strong></em> <br><br>Joseph didn’t see the man, but he recognized the voice. Mario Santis, Harden was hardly surprised he was one of the instigators. Harden knew it was a fool’s errand to try and calm the men, obviously they were well beyond the point where a show of discipline would do. And they had lost any and all respect for their superiors. The only chance he had now was to warn MacHeath before the men reached the bunk room. Vinci and Zanovic wouldn’t risk their hide to protect the girls, they were more likely to join in with violating them. After the group had passed him by, Harden made his way back to his cabin, assuming that MacHeath would still be there. He made sure no one was around before loudly banging on the door. <strong>“Commmander… commander, there is trouble, I need to speak to you.”</strong> He waited for a reply to come from the other side. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 14:46:21</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath with Eloise</strong><br><br>Trevor wanted more, but that was cut short by Harden's banging on the door. "Get dressed" he whisperedas if it was necessary to tell her, but being with high rank sometimes meant giving obvious commands, and it seems like it stuck for more than just navy life. He got dressed quickly knowing he couldn't open the door in even a partial state of undress.<br><br>Had it been anyone else he might have been pissed, but not much made Harden excited, and he wouldn't disobey a direct order from Macheath so soon, or come to him if he had.<br><br>He checked with Eloise and then opened the door "What is going on?" slightly irritated from what was interrupted but knowing this had to be important.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 15:25:40</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise Monot surprised by a familiar voice</strong><br><br>Even though she had been teasing the man and stopped just short of begging for his cum, she was still surprised enough by his sudden orgasm to yelp. She felt the commander pumper her well-fucked hole full of his seed, and she blushed when she realized she had taken two different guy’s load in about an hour’s time. If her mother saw her right now, she would sink to the bottom of the Atlantic out of shame. She gave him a coy smile but then was pulled out of her reverie by the loud banging on the door. The voice on the other side was familiar, and it took&nbsp; her a second to recognize it as Harden’s. She went wide-eyed in shock, she hadn’t expected to see the man this soon. She climbed off the Commander after he ordered her to get dressed. She found a towel in the cabinet at the end of Harden’s bunk and quickly wiped some of the mess off her body before pulling the top back over her head and stepping back into her hotpants. She tried to stand out of Harden’s view when the Commander opened the door for him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 15:38:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.menshairstyles.net/d/57924-6/Man+long+medium+curly+and+wavy+haircut+in+blonde+and+light+brown+and+side+bangs.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Levan<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Role:</strong> Radio expert and codebreaker<br><strong>Currently:</strong> The radio room with Arielle.<br><hr><br>Adrian chuckled as she accused him of arrogance. "It's not arrogance if it's true, is it?" Then he added, "Besides, let's be honest, being bossy is the only way to get things done around here. And I don't think you're an exception."<br><br>Adrian's expression changed slightly as she blushed and asked him that question. He stood up and walked towards her as he spoke, though he never touched her, despite how close he stood. "Well, first I'd grab that lovely ass of yours. Then I'd lift you up, and press my lips to yours. Then I'd press you back into that wall full of radio panels, and grind my hips against you while my tongue explored yours." He was right next to her by this time, and he saw her look down at his growing erection. "I see you know what comes next." he teased slyly as his gaze went down to the place between her legs. Was that a hint of wetness he saw there?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 15:46:54</strong>
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				Who: Arielle Leroux<br>Where: Radio Room<br>With: Adrian Levan<br><br>Arielle rolled her eyes and nearly changed her mind from his egotistical tone, but then he moved closer and described what he'd do. Swallowing, his closeness made her heart race, and she licked her lips. Perhaps all the testosterone on board had her more edgy than usual, but as he looked down at her hips, she reached back and unzipped her dress...letting it fall to the ground. Left in only her bra and panties now, she sat on the ledge by the buttons and looked into his eyes. <br><br>"Like I told you...I'm not a slut. This is unusual for me, but it's better than being raped...and I'm a bit turned on."<br><br>She blushed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 17:41:12</strong>
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				<strong>Joseph Harden explains the situation to the commander</strong><br><br>Harden’s gaze only briefly went to Eloise. The look in her eyes and the blush on her cheeks made him suspect that MacHeath and her had been doing more together than just quietly conversing. But it was not his place to ask and they had far more pressing matters to consider anyway. <strong>“My apologies Commander, I know you had sent me to the brig, but on my way there I just barely avoided two dozen of our men. They were on their way to the room where we’ve put the girls, and they were talking about how the officers had claimed the women for themselves. I’m afraid there’s very little we’ll be able to do to put out this fire… They won’t listen to reason or fear any possible consequences of their actions… Not until they’ve satisfied their lust. And with so many of them rebelling…”</strong> Harden let that last remark hang in the air. The Commander was no fool, he realized that when two dozen sailors rebelled, it was far beyond mere insubordination. That was a full-blown mutiny, and Harden rightly assumed that the men he saw were not the only ones who would defy their officers’ orders. <strong>“I’m afraid there isn’t much time sir… We should hurry if we want to beat them to the girl’s quarters. I have Vinci and Zanovic there, but those two won’t risk their hide for the women.” </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 17:54:53</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath with Harden and Eloise</strong><br><br>Macheath wanted to groan, there was little that could be done they had to get out of the ship, if the men took the girls they would rape them over and over... after that they wouldn't just go back to being obedient sailors, and they would probably just keep the submarine going to avoid getting caught.<br><br>"We have to leave the ship, there is no other way. You go to the girls quarters and get them. I will talk to Levan and Macauley, I believe we can trust those two... besides I want Macauley to jam the engines" he realized that he was thinking out loud and rambling at that so he stopped.<br><br>"Just get the girls, get whatever supplies you can, and meet me when ready to leave the ship"<br><br>He was torn what to do with Eloise, on one hand if she went with Harden she would get the girls to listen more quickly if they got mouthy they would lose the little time they had arguing, on the other hand the men were heading there and she would be in danger... in the end he figured that since Harden would take all the girls together he shouldn't have much problem, specially if they heard they were going to leave the ship.<br><br>He looked at Eloise "you come with me"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 18:20:17</strong>
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				<strong>Harden deals with Zanovic and Vinci</strong><br><br>Harden hadn’t missed how MacHeath had told Eloise to stick close to him. So that’s how it was. The little minx hadn’t wasted much town wrapping another guy around her fingers. Not that he could make any claims to her affections, he had forced himself onto her after all. He shook the thoughts from his head altogether as he headed for the bunk room. When he arrived there, he was presented with an empty corridor where Vinci and Zanovic should have been. When he peered his head into the room itself, he noticed it was vacant. Harden swore underneath his breath, nothing ever was easy. He was briefly unsure of where to look for the girls when he heard the noises coming from the storage room. Was he too late? No… the group of sailors hadn’t arrived yet, and the sounds coming from inside were not those of a large crowd. <br><br>Harden pushed open the entrance to the storage space, to see Zanovic resting idly up against the bulkhead, his pants still half down his legs. Vinci had a girl pinned up against the floor, and he was pumping her from behind. Harden knew he had little authority to act holier than thou, but at least he knew how the pair of men would stand on the matter. Not wanting to waste too much time with explanations at such a dire time, Harden cleared his throat to attract Zanovic attention and then floored the man with one massive punch. Zanovic would wake a few hours later with a splitting headache and a swollen jaw. The sound of Zanovic hitting the floor was enough to attract Vinci’s attention, though by the time he peered over his shoulder at the ruckus, Harden was on him. Joseph pulled him off Mari and then put him in a headlock until the man lost his consciousness and then allowed his body to slump to the floor. He couldn’t help but feel a twitch in his cock at the sight of Mari’s bare rump, though he was lucid enough to realize that the time wasn’t right for such thoughts. He picked the girl off the floor effortlessly and ignored any complaints she might have had. <strong>“You can wail all you want girl… You either come with me or you wait for the two dozen horny wolves to descend upon this place. I sure as fuck aren’t waiting around for that.”</strong> He quickly got away from the bunk room as fast as he could manage. Nothing too soon, as only a couple of minutes later the large group of horny sailors arrived to find the unconscious Vinci and Zanovic, and unfortunately for them, not much more. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 18:30:59</strong>
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				Who: Mari Prescott<br>Where: Storage Room<br>With: Zanovic, Vinci and Harden<br><br>Mari had about given up hope when she heard the door open. <br><br>"Help! Please!"<br><br>He punched one man and then pulled her current rapist off. Groaning in relief, she scrambled up and put the only non-shredded part of her previous outfit on. It was a man's shirt that reached her knees. It would have to do for now. She didn't know this sailor, or whether she could trust him, but he was better than those other two. <br><br>"I wasn't going to argue, as you just interrupted a rape, but you could stand to speak a bit more kindly."<br><br>She took a shuddering breath and followed him wherever he led. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 18:42:33</strong>
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				<strong>Joseph Harden and Mari</strong><br><br>Harden grabbed Mari by the wrist and lead her through the narrow corridors of the ship, taking a path that was least likely to lead them straight into a group of sailors… though with discipline so low, Joseph honestly couldn’t guarantee that the mutinous crew wasn’t roaming all over the ship already. He found a vacant storage room that mostly contained canned goods and lead her inside.<strong> “I’ve got good and bad news for you girlie… Good news is that it looks like you’ll finally be getting off this submarine. Bad news is that except for the Commander and a handful of men, the rest of the crew doesn’t exactly agree with that plan… They’d much prefer turning what just happened to you into a more permanent thing.”</strong> He didn’t name the rape but he was sure she got what he meant. He found a bag and started to fill it with canned food, then handed Mari one too.<strong> “Fill it up, we’ll need it… It might have to last us quite a while.” </strong>Harden didn’t really know what the next phase of the plan was supposed to be. He knew MacHeath was trying to save the other girls and assemble a few trustworthy men. He knew that the most logical place for their escape was the bow, where they could launch an inflatable boat from provided they rose to the surface. But what was he to do if he arrived there and he and Mari were the only ones who had made it? He certainly couldn’t afford to wait too long for the rest… 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 18:52:27</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>The Commander made his way quickly to the communication device, the first thing he needed to do was to get the people the would act right moving, and there were few.<br><br>First he spoke with Macauley.<br><br><strong>"Macauley this is the knife"</strong>, he said using the name Macauley "secretly" called him behind his back to elt him know he meant business <strong>"we are in the face of mutiny, we need to leave the ship and take the girls with us, jam the damn ship beyond repair if you can and come meet us, at the bow, we have to abandon ship. Hurry!"</strong><br><br>Second was Levan.<br><br><strong>"Levan this is Macheath for one time in your life please listen to authority, a mutiny started, we need to abandon ship with the girls or heaven knows what will happen to them, get something portable to communicate and come meet us at the bow to leave the ship. Hurry!"</strong><br><br>After the communication they went to the Captain's quarters. "Eloise open that cabinet and take what you can carry. Use that bag." inside the cabinet was some food that wasn't allowed in the rest of the ship, Harden could take care of something more permanent than the few things that were there. "The alcohol too... for fuel" he clarified in case she thought he was being stupid<br><br>He opened a few drawers and got what he really came for, the zippo lighter luckily next to a can of fuel. After getting that he helped Eloise fill up the bag, and then took it.<br><br>"Let's go, if Harden didn't make it I will have to go get him." With that they left quickly and headed towards the bow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 18:57:03</strong>
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				Mari<br><br>Mari had to practically run to keep up with his long strides, but she managed to stay close. His grip was firm, but not painful. When they reached the storage room, she immediately thought the worse and tensed, but soon relaxed as he handed her a bag. She was a smart girl, so as they filled up the bags, she picked the most necessary and non-perishable stuff she could find. <br><br>She wasn't sure what he meant they were going to do, but she wanted to get off this sub badly...she didn't really care how. She felt incredibly exposed, as the shirt was her only clothing, but at least it covered the same amount as a dress. <br><br>When her bag was full, she turned to Harden...red curls loose. <br><br>"Where are we going?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 19:21:08</strong>
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				<strong>Joseph &amp; Mari</strong><br><br>Harden wasn’t sure how much he should tell the girl before they were well and truly off the ship. On the other hand, it wouldn’t matter much anyway. Whatever was going to happen was to happen soon. Within the hour they would either have abandoned ship, or they would be overwhelmed by the mutinous crew, making the young women’s bodies forfeit. <strong>“We’re going to abandon ship. The majority of the crew is no longer accepting our orders. MacHeath is trying to find a few men he can trust, and we’ll try to smuggle you off the ship. After that, I guess we’ll need to manage to find a way to survive. We haven’t really planned that far ahead. But if we don’t get you off the ship soon, it’ll be too late.”</strong> After he had finished filling his own bag, he took Mari by the hand again and lead her to the bow of the ship. He pointed at a cabinet on the wall. <strong>“You should find some clothing in there. It’ll be too big for you, but it’s better than nothing.”</strong> Whilst the girl occupied herself with getting a bit more dressed, Harden started to ready the equipment and the boat they would be using for their escape. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 19:57:35</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise and Trevor</strong><br><br>The prospect of finally leaving the submarine excited Eloise, though her mood was soon dulled when she saw the worry and even a hint of fear in both Harden and MacHeath’s eyes. Even if they were to get off the ship, it was clear that they weren’t quite in the clear yet. She listened to the Commander warn a couple more of his officers, before following him to his cabin. She only nodded in compliance when she was ordered to gather the food, she swiftly filled the bag with the contents of his cabinets, before moving onto the alcohol as well. She would have gladly brought the booze along even without it being practical. Something told her that she would need a drink before this was all over… <br><br>After finishing their hoarding mission, she followed the commander as her lead her through the maze of the ship, towards the bow. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 20:04:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.menshairstyles.net/d/57924-6/Man+long+medium+curly+and+wavy+haircut+in+blonde+and+light+brown+and+side+bangs.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adrian Levan<br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Role:</strong> Radio expert and codebreaker<br><strong>Currently:</strong> The radio room with Arielle.<br><hr><br>Adrian approached the girl. "Well, I'm not a rapist, either. But I suppose I am quite turned as well, as you noticed." he said, as his hips pressed into her knees. He looked into her face as he let his hands slid up her legs, curling around and grabbing her ass as he hoisted her body up towards him, and his mouth approached hers...<br><br>Then the message came in from the internal radio. Adrian had an instinctive reaction to respond to emergency broadcasts, so he was abruptly shaken out of his action. Smirking, he put Arielle down, "Looks like today isn't your lucky day." Despite his smirk and jest, he was a bit downfallen as well, though he tried not to show it. Still, he forced himself away from her to the communication device, and respond with a short, "On it, sir." There were times to disobey authority, but this certainly wasn't one of them.<br><br>"Now, that, is our plan of action." he said, as he picked up a bag that contained a portable radio kit. The signal was powerful on the device, but they were pretty far out from land. Either way, it was all he could get in a hurry, and it should be enough. As he packed up the bag, he turned around to face Arielle again, "Ready to leave these goddamn sailors?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 20:45:41</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath with Eloise</strong><br><br>Eventually they made it to the bow where Harden was readying the boat, he was glad to see him there but troubled that he only had Mari.<br><br>"Where are the other girls?" he asked concerned, if they weren't there they probably weren't in the cargo room the girls had assigned, and they would have no clue at all of their location.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 20:56:59</strong>
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				<strong>Harden talks to MacHeath</strong><br><br>Harden had grown tense when the footsteps had neared their position. Thankfully he could distinguish just a pair, and he was further put at ease when he recognized MacHeath.&nbsp; Joseph shrugged at MacHeath’s inquiry.<strong> “Went back to the bunk room, only found Red here.” </strong>He nodded his head at Mari and consciously did not mention the condition he found her in. <strong>“Either some of the men beat us to it, or more likely a pair of them decided to have a little walkabout on the ship. I wouldn’t even know how to begin looking for them.”</strong> He looked at MacHeath with a concerned look, hoping to convey his point. If push camed to shove, they would need to evacuate with the few girls they did get to safety. Of course, Harden suspected that Mari and Eloise would not take very kindly to leaving their friends behind, especially if they were left at the hands of a group of rabid, horny sailors. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 00:25:41</strong>
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				Arielle <br><br>Arielle shivered as Adrian's hands moved up her legs, and she was about ready to kiss him when the commander's voice came over. She jerked back and frowned as she heard his words. Putting her dress back on, she rolled her eyes at his arrogance again before shaking her head. <br><br>"Well, since you're obviously so irresistible, I see no reason to try and fight off everyone else for a piece of Adrian...God's gift to women. You can have fun with your hand."<br><br>She got ready and then nodded. <br><br>"Someone will be bringing the other girls as well, right?"<br><br>She began following him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 00:35:32</strong>
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				<strong>Macheath with Harden, Eloise and Mari</strong><br><br>"We can't waste too much time, I have no idea where to search for the girls either." He turned to the girls "I suppose you would have volunteered it if you knew"<br><br>"All we can do is get this boat ready and hope some of the others find them. If we go back we might lose you two" he told the girls while hoping the men hurried.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 00:37:41</strong>
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				<strong>Adrian walking to the bow with Arielle</strong><br><br>"I imagine that you'd have more fun with my hand." Adrian quipped, unable to resist himself. He quickly became serious, though, as he started down the hall. "I assume the other commanders have the other girls, since you're the entire reason we're leaving this ship." he said, as he prowled his way down the corridors, taking a zig-zag route. Luckily, avoiding the other sailors had given him a bit of experience in knowing the lesser taken paths. Which was certainly helpful now.<br><br>He saw the group at the bow as they neared, and let out a sigh of relief. "Who else are we waiting for?" was his first question when he saw the small party there, because he wanted to leave as soon as he could. Being out in the open left him uneasy, since he wasn't quite as competent in hand-to-hand combat as most of the sailors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 01:14:41</strong>
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				Mari grabbed a few other things she figured they'd need. Like a seeing kit, some cloth and various little items. She found a pair of men's shorts that were loose, but covered her well enough. The shirt was still longer, but she found a belt to cinch it in, and some boots. Then she turned to him and they met the commander and Eloise. Mari went to her and then looked as Arielle arrived with a man. Looking around, she sighed. Where were the others?<br><br>She stuck close to her friends and Harden, holding her bag. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 01:18:03</strong>
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				Arielle<br><br>Arielle scoffed. <br><br>"You wish."<br><br>She did help him as they went to the bow. She looked at the others and hugged Mari and Eloise. She saw Macheath. He was obviously in charge. <br><br>"We have friends still in there."<br><br>Her hands were on her hips, and she looked as stubborn as him. <br><br>"I will not willingly leave this sub until they're accounted for."<br><br>Mari nodded. <br><br>"Nor I."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 08:27:07</strong>
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				<strong>Alex Macauley</strong><br><br>Macauley had wisely been keeping to himself as much as possible whenever he wasn’t on duty. The tension in the ship had been mounting with every passing hour, and only a fool would have missed the fact that it would eventually come to a breaking point. So he couldn’t really claim to be truly surprised when the message came through the com system. Still, to sabotage his own ship didn’t sit well with him. On the other hand, MacHeath would not give that order unless it was absolutely necessary. Using his years of expertise, he made a few small adjustments to the main engines calibration that would make it malfunction within a couple of minutes. In his experience, it would do enough damage that the mechanics would take a few days at least to fix it, though it wouldn’t damage the engine beyond repair. After quickly finishing the job and taking whatever little he had on him along with his tools, he started to move towards the bow. He had only just begun his long stride to the front of the ship when he was interrupted by the hollering and laughter of men, and what appeared like the screams of a woman.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>When he went to inspect closer, five of his fellow sailors were having their way with a poor girl. He recognized her as one of the unfortunate creatures who had spent some time in the galley earlier that day. Macauley didn’t exactly like his odds of five to one… but MacHeath had told him to grab any girl he might run into.<strong> “Just my bloody luck…” </strong>Alex fished a wrench from his bag and stormed the group. Two swings of the tool sent two of his fellow sailors to the ground. He got the third as well before the fourth pulled his make-shift weapon free from his hands. He just about managed to avoid the haymaker that the sailor threw at him, ducking below it. Instead the punch made contact with the metal bulkhead, eliciting the sound of crushing bones and then a loud shriek from his poor attacker. Alex wasn’t about to give him the time to recover and kicked him hard in the groin and then threw his own fist.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>By that point, the bastard who had been fucking poor Ophelia had deemed the ruckus loud enough to pull his cock out of the girl and see what all the fuss was about. He was just in time to see Alex punch land squarely in the middle of his face. As the last guy went down clutching his bloody nose, Macauley quickly picked the girl off the floor and carried her out the room on his shoulders. He hurried his way to the bow, knowing that every minute counted now… 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>10-10-2012, 02:11:51</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>"Macauley and luckily Ophelia" he answered Adrian dryly then Arielle spoke followed by Mari<br><br>"I commend you two for not wanting to leave any of your friends behind in a dangerous situation, but that is not a risk you should take" he was adressing both but focusing more on Arielle since she was the one that started the statement.<br><br>"When Macauley is here you are all leaving. I'll stay and do my best to find the other girl and help her escape. I promise that."<br><br>He looked at the group he had, the three girls Harden, Adrian, and the few still apparently trustworthy men there were had joined them, they were the ones chosen to make the guards after the last meeting Macheath held, apparently Vinci and Zanovic hadn't made the cut, he wasn't sure why but the fact that none of the girls were in the cargo room certainly spoke bad of them... other clues said they were something worse than sloppy but Macheath didn't want to think of it right now.<br><br>"If any of the girls resist make them get on the boat no matter what, they can't remain here."<br><br>As soon as he had said that Macauley finally showed and with him the last girl in a horrid state.<br><br>"Everyone get on the boat now" he helped Macauley place the girl down and covered her with a blanket.<br><br>Then loud screams were heard and they hurried, getting the boat out barely in time, and heading it west, mainly because it was the direction the ship was going and the ship was now sabotaged.<br><br>Macheath kept checking his watch and after 20 minutes he instructed the boat to head norht, they would soon be on an island. He knew next to nothing of it but it was better than floating in he middle of the ocean. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>10-10-2012, 08:29:18</strong>
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				<strong>Joseph Harden</strong><br><br>With the boat brought to the surface, Harden and the rest of the men just barely got the boat in the water in time to avoid meeting the horny flock of men that soon poured into the space they had been occupying. MacHeath had them briefly following the sub’s course before veering off to the North. The Chief looked around the boat at its other occupants. The four girls, each in a different state of disrobe and dishevelment.&nbsp; The other three officers… who unlike Harden hadn’t disgraced themselves yet. And the six men they deemed trustworthy enough to bring along. Six could have been eight had Harden not so badly misjudged Vinci and Zanovic. The thought of the pair of failed guards also brought his mind back to Mari. He moved closer to the girl and put one of the blankets he had brought along over her shoulders. <strong>“You should lay down, you’ll catch less of the wind like that."</strong><br><br>With most of them rowing, the submarine soon disappeared out of their sight. It was a slight blessing that the sea was relatively calm, as Harden didn’t want to risk facing a storm in their boat. It was sturdy enough to withstand a beating, but it certainly wasn’t designed for weeks in wild water. Harden moved closer to the Commander and inquired. <strong>“Sir, did you have an idea of our position around the time we had to abandon ship?” </strong>Harden had to admit that he only had a very general idea of their location, based on the timing of MacHeath’s course change and the amount of time that had passed since then. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>10-10-2012, 12:15:15</strong>
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				<strong>Eloise Monot</strong><br><br>Everything had gone so fast. Their escape had been so sudden that Eloise already found herself inside the boat when she had the time to talk it over. Desperation had just been about to set in when Macauley had arrived with Ophelia. The officers and the handful of men had wasted no time with launching their inflatable craft, and so they found themselves making a risky escape.<br><br>Before Macauley’s arrival, Eloise had been following Mari’s example by gathering whatever garments she could find in the cabinets and closets. It didn’t matter if they were oversized or not. Eventually she had a duffel full of oversized shirts,&nbsp; pants, a couple of belts, two wind-breakers and a pair of boots. She wasn’t sure how much of it would fit, but she could always try to adjust the fit a little. It was better than fleeing with just the clothes on her back. <br><br>Now on the boat, she accepted one of the blankets Harden was passing around to the girls. She used one to cover Ophelia, who was in another state after her capture and rape in the mechanical room. She wrapped Ophelia in the blanket and put her arms around her friend, shushing her and caressing her hair. She followed Joseph’s suggestion of laying down, so to catch less of the wind. The sea was fairly calm, but in their scarce attire, they would have been cold were it not for the blankets. The men took charge of the oars and after following the trail of the submarine for a while she saw that they changed course. To where, she had no idea… <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>11-10-2012, 11:50:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; On the rubber boat<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Laying under a blanket, in shock<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Covered with sperm from hair to toes,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;stinking and exhausted.<br></strong><hr></div>Ophelia had had no chance to defend herself or even protest. Surrounded by the sweaty, lustful crewmen, naked, she had soon been overpowered and then raped in all the holes her body had. The men had taken turn gang-banging her, filling her orifices with their jism or spraying her skin with it when no hole was available. She had lost the count of her aggressors. They were all a blur to her as her eyes were filled with too much sperm to allow her to see clearly. She was stinking, they were stinking, her hair was a mess and her body was streaked with drying semen. She no longer had strength to struggle and was passed over like a limp puppet.<br><br>Suddenly, there was a fuss around her, although she was too exhausted to react. Moans of pain, punches, clangs, and then someone lifted her not too gently. Probably for another bout of rape, she thought. It seemed they were running through the passageways of the submarines. Her limp head banged into pipes and walls a couple of times.<br><br>And suddenly there was the bright sun and the fresh ocean breeze. She was laid down some rubber boat. She vaguely heard the voice of her friends around her, which comforted her a little bit. She whipped some of the cum out of her eyes and face, trying to see what was happening. A blanket had been laid on her naked and soiled body. Sailors were rowing. She did not understand what had happened but at least she was no longer raped or violented, and that was all that mattered to her for now.<br><br>She fell into a kind of torpor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>12-10-2012, 01:41:02</strong>
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				<strong>Adrian Levan</strong><br><br>Adrian was sitting in the back of the rowboat, checking his equipment. If he hadn't been busy hooking it up and making sure it all worked, he would have been rowing as well. Luckily for him, though, they needed radios if they were to get rescued off of this boat. Or that supposed island they were going towards, however they had found out about that. <br><br>Sure enough, though, the island appeared ahead of them. Adrian tried sending out a few messages on his radio, but the island seemed deserted. Sighing, he put down his bag and leaned forward, looking around at the other people. The officers were clearly stressed, as were the few sailors that had come with them. A few of the men were ones that Adrian had worked with, and liked, and he was glad they had had the sense to join them. There was an air of relief from escaping, though, and that was especially apparent among the girls, who seemed like they were in dream-like states.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-10-2012, 04:28:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who:</strong> Arielle Leroux and Mari Prescott<br><strong>Where:</strong> On the Boat<br><strong>With:</strong> Everyone Else<br><hr><br>Arielle and Mari agreed to leave once the rest of the girls were saved, and got into the boat without a fuss. Mari saw Ophelia and gasped, while Arielle stroked Ophelia's back through the blanket. The two girls were rather quiet on the boat...which was unusual for them. They honestly didn't know what to expect, and as Mari sat near Harden, Arielle sat close to Adrian and watched Macheath. Where would they end up? How would they ever get home?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>16-10-2012, 03:30:27</strong>
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				<strong>Trevor Macheath </strong> <br><br>While he acted confident he knew he was pretty much guessing, while they would reach an island eventually in the direction he chose, he wasn't completely sure of how long it would take. Luckily it wasn't long before he spotted an island.<br><br>"Over there" he pointed, it looked big enough to have what they needed but they would analyze that from up close. He directed the boat there and eventually they reached the shore.<br><br>Once they disembarked at the beach he had everyone get what supplies they managed to salvage. Then he started to give orders.<br><br>"Adrian you keep tinkering with that radio, I still hope you get something."<br><br>"I want someone searching for water, there has to be sweet water around here somewhere. Any takers?"<br><br>"One of you girls please help Ophelia get cleaned." He knew that order was unneeded but it still came out with the others.<br><br>"Someone go find wood. We'll just start with that and take it from there."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>16-10-2012, 11:01:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; On the beach<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Wrapped in a blanket<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Covered with sperm from hair to toes,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;stinking and exhausted.<br></strong><hr></div>Ophelia had recovered a bit. As the island was signaled, she sat up and looked at it as eagerly as the others. Some of her self-confidence was coming back at the prospect of being soon back to civilisation. However, as they approached and could see no sign of inhabitancy, she began to wonder how long they would remain here. The essential was that they had escaped that dreadful submarine.<br><br>Upon reaching the beach, she stepped out of the boat and stretched her limbs, while taking care to keep the blanket from falling off her body.<br><br><strong>"That's OK, I can wash myself alone, but I need one of you girl to hold the blanket in front of me. I don't want to give any more sight of my nakedness to those... gentlemen."</strong> There was an ambiguous emphasis on the last word.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>17-10-2012, 09:00:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Joseph Harden</strong><br><br>It took them quite a bit of time after the Commander had spotted the island to reach it. When they did, Joseph assisted the men in dragging the boat to land and then helped to get all of their supplies out of it. He listened to MacHeath give his orders and looked away as Ophelia was getting ready to wash the mess off her body. He approached the Commander and pointed out towards the west. <strong>“Commander, it looks like we might have another problem. There’s a storm moving this way, by the looks of it it’ll hit these parts in a couple of hours. We should probably also try to find or make some shelter by then?”</strong> Harden then ordered the men to take the boat off the beach and towards the tree line. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>23-10-2012, 14:41:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>Only when Harden pointed it out did Macheath notice the storm, so distracted was he with everything else.<br><br>"You are right. I need someone to come with me to try to find shelter. Everyone else focus on getting things to build one, I will come back as soon as I find something."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>24-10-2012, 17:55:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Arielle<br><br>Arielle was glad when they finally spotted land, as being lost at sea could have been a very, very bad thing. She supposed being lost on an unknown island probably wasn't much better, but perhaps they'd get lucky and find it inhabited. Surely they could get a message to someone. <br><br>When they got onto the beach, she heard the Commander's words and volunteered to help find water. She took a bottle from the supplies and waited to see if anyone else would come before she set off, searching for a source of freshwater. <br><br><hr><br>Mari<br><br>Mari had been curiously silent until they reached the island, and held herself aloof from the others. When he asked for volunteers for jobs, she figured the wood would be the best for her. She was surprisingly strong, and she was tougher than many girls. Also, she didn't think she could help Ophelia right now. Everyone knew Ophelia had been abused, but only Harden knew that Mari had been raped by two men. She always tried to act like she could deal with anything, but she was bruised, sore and shaken. She needed a good cry, but she couldn't in front of others. <br><br>Once she told them she'd get wood, she grabbed an axe and waited to see if anyone would follow and then disappeared into the trees to find smaller trees and kindling. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 08:38:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Eloise Monot</strong><br><br>Almost by instinct, Eloise raised her arm when Trevor sought volunteers to go look for shelter. She had little desire to go trudging through the forest if she was completely honest, but she did want to stay with commander. <strong>“I’ll help you find some shelter…”</strong> She said coyly, falling in besides the commander and slipping her arm through his. She had slipped into one of the parkas they had found before leaving the submarines. With the storm heading their way, she might need it before they returned to the camp. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AurelieCatena</strong> on <strong>25-10-2012, 11:31:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ophelia Rockefeller<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;In a palm-tree grove<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Drying herself after her bath<br>&nbsp;</strong><hr></div>As all the girls moved away and Ophelia was left with only a few men, she decided to walk a bit along the beach. There was grove of palm-trees an hundred yards away in which she could dry herself later. Once there, she felt that she was far enough that the men could not see much of her. She left the blanket on the sand and entered the sea. It was nicely warm. She went in until it was up to her neck and began to rub herself, trying to get rid of all the streaks and smears of dried sperm and filth. The salt water was burning her wounds but after what she had gone through... She also washed her face and hair.<br><br>Once done, she rapidly moved out of the sea and, grabbing her blanket, ran for the palm trees, where she dried herself with the blanket. She felt better. She was indeed cleaner although inside her she felt completely soiled still.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>27-10-2012, 06:58:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Adrian Levan, on the beach</strong><br><br>Adrian sat on the beach, fiddling with his equipment as everyone else slowly left to try to ensure their survival on the island. He knew that he would need more range to pick up any signals, so he was figuring out if there was a way he could hack their set to have a larger range. It wouldn't be easy, at any rate.<br><br>Sighing, he put down what he had as he looked up. He left his equipment on the beach as he stepped into the water. They were really stranded on an island, after some sex-crazed sailors almost killed them. What had his life come to? Regardless, this was probably the better of many other possible outcomes that could have come out of that submarine, so he wouldn't complain. Besides, the beach seemed nice, even if a storm was coming soon. The storm would make any work he did now useless, so he figured he may as well wait to start working on it more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>27-10-2012, 15:24:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>As he asked for someone to come with him Eloise agreed to and he gave her a quick smile when she put her arm on his. He was glad to see that barring Ophelia who was nursing her wounds all the girls seemed to be willing to cooperate to make their hopefully short island state more bearable, these weren't rich spoiled girls waiting to be served, they were willing to work.<br><br>He left the others as they started to walk around.<br><br>"Hopefully we'll find a cave, keep your eyes out for water as well."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 17:14:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Eloise Monot</strong><br><br>Eloise followed Trevor as they left the beach and moved inland. The island appeared much bigger now that they were on land than it had from a distance inside the boat. The vegetation was still open enough for them to see some distance. She kept her arm firmly on his and matched his tempo. <strong>“Where do you reckon we might have most luck finding some shelter?” </strong>Perhaps it was a pipe dream to find a cave, especially on short notice. It didn’t look like the storm would take a great deal of time to arrive. Already the sky was noticeably darker than when they had arrived. Strangely enough, she did feel relatively safe with MacHeath, which was the main reason why she had volunteered to accompany. She still had little trust in the rest of the men even though the commander had deemed them worthy to be taken along. But Harden was amongst them and he had taken advantage of her at the first opportunity. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 17:49:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Joseph Harden</strong><br><br>Joseph was surprised when he saw Mari volunteer to gather the firewood. After the girl had picked up an axe and disappeared into the growth, he hesitated for the shortest time before following her. <strong>“Miss… miss… wait up… It might not be wise to wander too far away from the beach on your own, we don’t know what might live on this island.”</strong> He caught up with the redhead and met her pace of walking, unsure of what to say. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 18:09:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mari<br><br>Mari heard Harden's voice behind her and slowed down. Turning to see Harden, she waited until they were beyond earshot or sight of any of the others before she sighed. <br><br>"What you saw earlier...I mean...what those sailors did to me...I'd appreciate it if you didn't say anything to the other girls."<br><br>She raised blue eyes to his and leaned against a tree, setting the axe down for a minute and trying to clear her head. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 18:16:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Adrian Levan</strong><br><br>Adrian wandered along the coastline, until he saw a figure walking along the water's edge, presumable search for a river of some kind that may have drinkable water. He saw those familiar curls and jogged his way up to her. "Hey!" he shouted as he ran.<br><br>Upon catching up to her, he slowed down, breathing out a bit. "Looking for fresh water?" he asked, as he looked around and saw dark clouds on the horizon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 18:29:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Arielle <br><br>Arielle had been searching for a stream when she heard a familiar voice behind her. Turning, she sighed and nodded. She was still ashamed that she'd been so slutty with him earlier, and seeing him reminded her of her embarrassment. Still, the egotistical radio man hadn't exactly made a great impression on her. <br><br>"Obviously."<br><br>She turned and kept walking, painfully aware of how alone they were on the beach. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 11:42:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Joseph Harden</strong><br><br>Mari’s mention of the rape she had gone through filled Joseph with shame. Who was he to judge what those men had done, when he had put Eloise through something similar only moments earlier? He rubbed the back of his head as she leaned up against the tree and then cleared his throat.<strong> “You don’t have to worry about me, I won’t tell a soul… But you might want to talk about it. To one of your friends…” </strong>Of course Joseph had not missed how attractive the curvaceous redhead was, but he pushed such thoughts away as far as he could. After what had transpired on the submarine, MacHeath was likely to have him shot where he stood if he was caught again taking liberties with one of the girls. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 16:19:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Adrian Levan</strong><br><br>He heard her sigh, and her quick sarcastic response to him. Strange, how a girl's thoughts could change on such a whim. "Well, seems like that submarine was doing something to all of us. I hate submarines." he said simply, as he walked alongside her. It was true, being caged up in a box under the sea did do things to you. Which is why he didn't want to get on it in the first place, though he didn't have a choice in the matter.<br><br>They came across a river flowing to the sea, and seeing it, Adrian said "Perhaps we should follow this upstream, to see if there's some larger source of fresh water." he said, as he started walking up the river.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 16:47:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mari<br><br>Mari nodded in satisfaction and sighed. <br><br>"Maybe. Not yet, though."<br><br>She took a deep breath and kept walking until they reached an area with several trees. Finding a smaller one, she took the axe and began chopping away at the trunk. She was sure it would go faster if Harden did it, but she didn't want to appear weak. Especially to him, for some reason. He was certainly attractive, but there was something more that made her like him. She wasn't sure what it was.&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br>Arielle<br><br>She was about ready to turn inland, as any water they found close to the beach would be salt...but he found a stream and decided to follow it. Following, they weaved through trees and finally reached a waterfall. It was coming from a higher source, and when she caught some and tasted it, it was fresh. Smiling, she realized just how wonderful it would be to bathe in it, but there were more important things. Taking the bottles and bucket, she filled them with water and then took long gulps from the falls itself. <br><br>That's when she heard the thunder grow louder and the sky darken. There appeared to be a cave behind the falls, but perhaps they could make it back. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 04:26:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Adrian Levan</strong><br><br>The waterfall was like a lifesaver after all a day of hunting. The stream had been unexpectedly long, and he didn't really want to walk back to the shore anyway. When he looked up, though, he saw the dark storm clouds, and heard the thunder. The storm had snuck up on them somehow. There certainly wouldn't be enough time to get back to shore. He voiced this concern to Arielle, "Some of the others may have found some shelter on the island, but how would we find them?" he wasn't sure where they would go. He hadn't noticed the cave behind the waterfall, so he suggested something else instead, "Perhaps we should try to find some nearby shelter for ourselves until the storm passes? At least we have some fresh water."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 04:44:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Arielle</strong><br><br>She had also been very relieved, and as the storm drew even closer, she nodded at Adrian.<br><br>"I think you're right. I'm sure the others are looking for shelter as well, so going back would probably be pointless."<br><br>Pointing to the cave she found, she spoke above the rumbling.<br><br>"There's a cave behind the falls...perhaps we should check it out?"<br><br>She began heading that way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 15:36:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Trevor Macheath</strong><br><br>Trevor must have gotten too immersed on looking for shelter and water because before he realized they should have turned back and find the others the storm was among them, the water falling on them wasn't bad awful but then a booming thunder invaded the air.<br><br>"We have to get out of under these trees" he told Eloise. "Try to step where I do"<br><br>He took her hand and ran in front of her not fast enough to make her struggle too much but with urgency, he made sure to step on secure places as the grounds was much more slippery now.<br><br>They were lucky enough to find a cave in the midst of their dash, Macheath was doing his best to keep going in the same direction so they could later find their way back. Luckily they found a cave, he lead her inside and took a look.<br><br>"These seems to be part of a system it might be spread across the island." he said leaning against one of the walls.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AdrianZef</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 06:45:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Adrian Levan</strong><br><br>"Seems like that's our only option." he said, as he followed Arielle. He saw the cave behind the waterfall now that he looked for it. "Good eye, I wouldn't have seen that cave on our own." he said, as he followed her behind the waterfall.<br><br>Good thing he had his equipment kit on him, since it had a flashlight. "I'm not sure if we should stay here, or try to venture inside. I have a flashlight, but who knows what it will be like inside, especially if it floods?" he said, becoming all practical now that their situation demanded it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Submarine maidens are trouble - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 02:51:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Arielle Leroux</strong><br><br>She nodded and led them into the cave a bit, but stopped when he didn't enter. Perhaps he was right, but she wasn't one to play it safe.<br><br>"I say we at least check it out."<br><br>She entered and hoped that he'd follow with the flashlight. It was very dark and damp, but it didn't seem to be flooded...at least yet. 
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