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Chapter Ten

Aliena pulls Saul through the cabin door and smiles up at him with a twinkle in her eyes. Saul gives her a playful wink.

"Now what are you in such a hurry for?"

"Hmm, I wonder," Alieana holds her body against Saul's as he wraps his arms around her.

"I think Im getting the idea."

"Lock the door..."

Enticed by her soft whisper, Saul fumbles at the door blindly to find the latch. After fumbling with the lock for a brief second, the mechanism clicks, locking the door from all outsiders. With their privacy finally secured, they slowly begin to kiss each other. Feeling her heart begin to race, Alieana pulls back slightly and looks into Saul's eyes.

"How long has it been?"

"Too long," Saul pulls back in for another kiss.

"Well, me too," Aliena smiles and promptly begins kissing him again. They slowly walk backwards, locked in each others arms. Saul moves back and sits on the side of the bed while Alieana sits in his lap facing him, straddled between her lovely legs. As they passionately peck at each others lips, Alieana begins to pull off her raggedy top. In a furry of lust, she then pulls Saul's shirt over his strong shoulders. They run their hands all over each other as Saul begins to fumble with her bra clasp. She chuckles through his lips and reaches around to lend some assistance.

"Here babe..."

Saul quickly tosses the lacy lingerie to the floor. As he kisses her soft chest and firm round breasts, she begins to unbutton her pants.

Now wearing only her panties, Alieana gently pushes Saul onto his back and begins to kiss his chest softly. Slowly working her way to his belt, her fingers start to unbuckle and caress below the belt. Saul breaths deep with pleasure he hasn't felt for years. Maybe it was the years without getting laid and his intense horniness but right now Alieana was the sexiest woman he had ever been with.

Saul's pants are slowly pulled down and tossed to the side along with his boxer shorts. He pants for breath as Alieana's mouth, lips, and tongue send him to moon. As he feels just about ready to take all he can, she stops and looks up at him. Her eyes are filled with lusty sarcasm. She gives him a sensual smile as she wipes off her subtle lips.

"How was that?"

"Wow babe..."

"Just relax," she rises to her feet and straddles over his stomach. Leaning back she slowly starts to ride the bright red Saul like a fiery headed cowgirl. With her motions becoming deeper and faster, her back arches, her head cranes back, and her mouth opens to emit a low moan of pure animalistic pleasure.

"Oh my god... oh my god..."

Saul's hands grip firmly around her gyrating hips and firm butt. Saul finishes first and Alieana sits breathing hard with her legs still straddling him. Beads of sweat dribble down her face, fall off her chin and funnel between her small breasts. They smile into each others eyes until she slowly leans down and gently kisses his lips.

Alieana rolls off of Saul and lays down next him with a satisfied look in her eyes. Without speaking another word, she cuddles up next to him and they slowly drift off to sleep.

Johan tiredly slips into his dimly lit cabin. As he sits down onto the edge of the bed, his photo of Martina catches his eye drawing yet another mournful tear. The nights were the worst for Johan, for it was when all his thoughts, all his fears, and all his memories came rushing back in full force. Seeing Martina's beautiful face but not being able to touch her or hear her or talk to her, it drives him to the brink of insanity. Sleeping is a more strenuous task then all the manual labor of the day. Even when the sandman does take him under, he is still visited by dreams of the intensely passionate Martina only to wake in the morning to a different would. All alone and in an empty bed.

What makes it even worse is that he can't even count on someday being able to hold her again. For all he knew she was dead or enslaved, robbed off all her innocence and beauty. Forced to submit to another selfish act in order to satisfy some narcissistic a******s desires. With a ripple of terror and psychotic hate, he buries those thoughts deep within, trying not to acknowledge those morbidly barbaric possibilities.

Despite the many rushing thoughts, the slow rocking of the ship calms Johan's rattled nerves. The gentle swaying of Poseidon's kingdom slowly hypnotizes his senses until his heavy eye lids drop shut. A visit from Martina, beckoning closer with each minute.

Faux walks slowly down the hall behind Torri, who seams to be swaying her hips and rolling her butt-cheeks playfully. Small beads of sweat form on Faux's forehead. As they reach their parallel cabins, Torri pauses and turns to Faux with a twinkle in her eyes. Faux nervously musters her small smile and slowly turns to enter her own room.

"Goodnight..."

"Why do you fight this?" Torri asks abruptly.

"I just........ um..."

"Its the apocalypse baby. The times have changed, no one is here to judge us," Torri brushes Faux's hair from her face. "Follow your heart."

"Okay," Faux whispers nervously and kisses Torri. As they lock lips, Torri rushes them through Faux's cabin door. They franticly fondle each other like the horny teenagers they are before Torri takes full control and lays Faux down on the bed. She stares Faux down and begins to do an erotic striptease. With one slow motion after another, she pulls each string of the corset, loosening it more and more. When it becomes completely loose, she pulls it over her head and tosses it to the floor in a pile. Torri's bare breasts cause Faux's heart to skip a beat and turns her face a deep scarlet blush. Massaging her breasts and running her hands down her front, Torri slowly approaches the timid Faux.

She slowly bends over while making sure not to break eye contact with the shaking Faux. Gently, she undoes Faux's pants and shuffles them around her butt and off her thin legs. Torri stands over Faux looking like some sexual pirate goddess with her skin tight leather pants, long black boots and beautiful bare chest.

Bending over, she slowly starts to go down on the trembling Faux. With each stroke of her tongue, Faux tensely convulses with pleasure. As she moans louder and louder, Torri speeds up her motions. Faux arches her back as Torri begins to incorporate the use of her fingers. Faux finishes with a prolonged sigh followed by a rapid panting for air and small carnal twitches. Torri lifts her mouth from Faux's crotch and wipes her mouth clean. She grins and winks before she speaks.

"I thought you'd enjoy that."

"That was........ wow," Faux sits up grasping at herself.

"Go to bed beautiful," Torri kisses Faux's forehead.

"Can I do you?"

"Maybe next time sweetie," Torri pulls the corset back on and tightens it in the back.

"Night..."

"Sleep tight."

Torri gives her innocent lover one last intriguing glance, silently opens the cabin door, and disappears for the night.

The captain is pulled through his cabin door by the lovely Orabella, her face filled with fatigue and tiredness. She looks into the captains eyes and starts to kiss him tenderly. Noticing her obvious wary state, the captain pulls away slightly and looks upon his wife with honest eyes.

"Babe, you look really tired. Are you sure you're up to it?"

"Of course hun," she kisses him once more.

"Let me quickly run to bathroom."

"Hurry back," Orabella winks and places her husband's hand on her tight bottom.

"Of course."

The captain scampers out the door but instead of moving to the head, the captain heads for the deck. Emerging to the never ceasing ocean breeze, the night is cool and the sky is bright with a collage of florescent pinholes. Approaching the side of the ship, he unzips his pants and relieves himself into the ocean. He finishes and continues to stare out across the rolling ocean.

He enjoys the peacefulness of the sea. Out here nothing has changed. The water still rolls the same and the air still smells of salt. This is his last escape from the hell that has inhabited the mainland. The murder and the rape and the death. Nothing soothes his nerves like a gentle sea breeze. With a sigh and a shiver, the captain turns to return to the beautiful Orabella.

Slipping back through the hallway he can hear muffled voices from the other quarters. He quietly opens his cabin door and greats his lovely wife.

"Hey sweetie, it's a beautiful night," he turns to her but she doesn't respond. She is fast asleep on their bed in her best black lingerie. The captain smiles lovingly and pulls the covers up over her. Stripping down to his underwear, he joins her in their bed. With a gentle kiss on the forehead, the content captain drifts off to sleep.

Iasan, Fergus, and Gaahl hardly make it back to their cabins without collapsing. They no sooner close their doors before they crash to their mattresses in drunken slumbers. Raul sits in his room gazing at the walls, fabricating in his active mind, the next big adventure he and Fergus would undertake. After an action packed adventure of shooting crazed bandits and saving beautiful distressed maidens, Raul's eyes slowly drop shut.

Screaming. Why so much screaming? The screaming is followed by hollow sobs. Sobs that are not just a product of severe physical pain. No, these tears and sobs come from both physical and psychological abuse. Her tormenters laugh and bark. Their hands, fingers, mouths, and other things molesting her. Her sacred virginity, brutally taken from her by men without names, just faces. Faces and body parts. The forced entry creating an eternal internal scar, forever festered and raw. Forever a stewing pile of raw human hate and pure emotionless pain.

The tears clear, soon replaced by an insatiable, white hot rage. A rage fueled by the grubby faces of her cowardly assailants. With the rage comes a thirst. A thirst for blood, the blood of anyone who would commit the sins that were committed against her. To hear the last bits of life drained as they grasp and pray for mercy only to be shown the lack of mercy that was afforded to her.

The bloodlust only comes at night when she is alone. Left alone with only the voices of her tormentors. The only salvation she has besides death is the feeling of another lovely young woman and the love of a dedicated sister.

Torri sits in her bed not able to catch a wink of sleep. Not even the rocking lullaby of the ship can seduce her into slumber. With the screams still very much with her, she rolls over and decides to get some fresh air. The boat is eerily silent as the engine moans in the background. She climbs the dark steps and emerges into the cold night. The bare top half of her breasts immediately fleck with goosebumps as she clutches her arms together.

Striding briskly to the bow of the ship she, perches below the large, steel dragon head and lets the wind blow in her raven hair. The night sky looks so majestic. As she stares into it, she feels drawn to the starry heavens. Dark and mysterious with still a hint of brilliant lustrousness and beauty.

The cool sea air chills her bones but calms her frayed nerves. The screams ebb away but are replaced by the face of her beloved mother, with her soft hair and magical eyes. She reaches into her pocket and removes the locket, her mother's heirloom. She clutches it in her hand, kisses her fist and looks to the sky. An odd sensation overcomes Torri as her mother's presence seams to cover her in a protective veil, an extremely comforting feeling.

"Are you okay sweetie?" Torri jumps with a start and whirls around to see Orabella standing a few yards behind her, clutching a blanket around her shoulders.

"Yea...... I'm fine," Torri replies morosely.

"Why are you up so late? Here, it's cold," she wraps half the blanket around her trembling body.

"I...... couldn't sleep," she stays vague. "Did I wake you?"

"Not at all dear, I was awake. I find it hard to sleep most the time you know," she rubs Torri's back comfortingly.

"Really?"

"I have... night terrors they call them. Memories come to me in my dreams at night. I wake in a cold sweat, panting for air."

"I get those same things," Torri feels a tremendous weight lift from her chest at the idea of finding someone that shares her struggles.

"I shutter to think what kind of memories you have," Orabella pulls her closer in a loving embrace. Torri glances at her newfound sympathizer and a cascade of questions befall her.

"What are your memories of?"

"Well......"

"Sorry, you don't have to tell me," Torri frowns a little.

"It's okay," Orabella continues. "When I was a little girl, my parents were killed in a mafia hit in Sicily. I spent my childhood in an orphanage. When I was eighteen, I left to travel the world. I met Valentino in Venice, we fell in love. I came back to work in the orphanage when I was twenty-five. I was still working there when the attacks happened. A gas main broke directly under the orphanage and it went up in flames. I was in the backyard tending to the garden when it happened and all I could hear over the raging fire was the children burning to death, screaming and crying out. They were completely helpless and all I could do was listen to them burn to death, I-" she chokes back some tears and Torri rubs her back in return.

"Thats awful..."

"Im sure that pales in comparison to what memories are inside you," Orabella quickly composes herself.

"I can tell you..."

"Only if you're comfortable with it."

"I am, it feels good to get things off my chest," Torri begins. "Well when the attacks happened I did hear my mother die."

"My dear...." Orabella hugs her.

"Then just before we began this journey I was kidnapped. Taken by bandits,"  Torri's voice starts to get vengeful and monotone. "They did things to me. They-they touched me. They held me down and violated me, they stole my virginity. I didn't even know their names!" her voice gets louder and more menacing as her body begins to shake with rage. Not knowing what to say, Orabella just sits with a thunderstruck expression on her face.

"I....I...."

"Ever since then I've had so many thoughts. Bad thoughts. Evil thoughts. I've felt like hurting people. I did hurt people," Torri is still shaking but talking softer, almost regretfully.

"What people?"

"A bandit. When we found Faux they had her caged and were using her for their own sick pleasures. She was starving, bruised and cold. They killed my father so Fergus and Saul shot them all, but one still was alive. I- I shot him in the hand and kicked him into a pack of chained, starving dogs. They ripped him apart," her voice quivers. "I felt... vindicated."

"My- my dear..."

"And there was the man at O'Briens. He locked himself in a room so he could rape and beat two women. Fergus and Saul confronted him and arrested him. That night, when he was tied up in the back, I snuck in and taunted him. I got naked and hung him with a rope. It was like I was possessed, but it left me feeling fulfilled. I can't explain it. Do you think I'm insane? "

"No dear, not at all. I can only imagine the rage you have inside," Orabella kisses her forehead.

"Alieana and Faux are all that keep me going..."

"I noticed you and Faux are very close."

"Wha- what do you mean?"

"You both just seam very... there for each other."

"I've never felt for someone like I feel for her...... I can't explain it."

"I think I can," Orabella searches for the words.

"How?"

"You two are in love," Orabella replies casually.

"I- you- how.... How could you tell?"

"It was obvious my dear. The way you looked at me when we were in the hot tub. You were almost babbling," Orabella chuckles. "I also saw you and Faux teasing each other under the bubbles."

"I've known for awhile. Faux is still coming to terms with it," Torri explains. "Do you think Alieana knows?"

"Im not sure. I know she'll love you either way," Orabella looks into her eyes with reassurance.

"You- you look like..."

"My dear?" Orabella is confused.

"You remind me of my mom," Torri says almost guiltily.

"Is that a good thing?" Orabella asks apprehensively.

"Yes," Torri begins to cry and wraps her arms around Orabella's neck. She sobs into Orabella's warm shoulder for a few minutes until she finds the will power to compose herself.

She pulls away from the comforting Orabella and wipes the tears from her eyes with a deep breath. She smiles at Orabella and giggles in an embarrassed way. Orabella pulls her back in for another hug.

"Get to bed beautiful. It's late," she stands, giving Torri a hand up followed by a comforting hug. With a great burden removed from her shoulders, Torri saunters back to her cabin to find some much needed sleep. Orabella pauses and looks out across the ocean feeling the pain for the tormented young girl. She wipes the last tear from her face and returns to join the captain in their chambers.

Author's Note

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