Pussy Catt
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
948
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Dream
Malissa here! (Bet you're sick of that already!) Enjoy. Please R&R. Or vote. (Rank me high!) Keeping with Calico's POV. Hope no one minds. E mail me with concerns. Or, better yet, put them in reviews!! (JK!), but if you want to, I certainly don't object!
RATED: NC-17
Chapter Three: "Dream"
"Ouch!" The girl fell from my arms, and those were the last words I would hear before the strangest thing of my life happened.
Darkness. Then, a cell. Opening door. People coming through. Light.
"Well, well, if it isn't Calico Catt?" It most certainly was. But"¦ where was I? I looked around. Straw. Lots of straw in a small cell that "¦I was in. Caged in. Metal bars surrounded the whole thing. Like they made it so that they could pick it up and go at any moment. I was Tweedy bird in a giant metal cage. The man who had spoken was one of many entering the large room. It was like one row of"¦cells. In a giant, besides the light coming from the door, dark room. Beside me were other cages with other people in them"¦no, not people. Just men. Burly, rough looking men. It looked like some sort of a joke of a prison.
"Sleep well, Angel?" The same man asked of me. I just stared, dumbfounded at him. He was wearing old fashioned clothing. Ridiculously old fashioned. Not like someone pretending. This guy was"¦serious?
"Answer, bitch!" This drerespresponse out of me, but I doubt very seriously it was what he was looking for.
"Where am I?" My voice sounded like I hadn't used it in days. I looked at my clothing"¦WOAH! I was dressed in traditional, stereotypical pirate clothing. A white, ruffled shirt that looked like it hadn't been washed in a year or two that went down exposing a little too much of my chest hung from the top part of my body, while black"¦ something that looked like jeans, but softer fell over my legs. A red sash went around my waist, tying on my right side.
"Where do you think you are, Bitch? You're in Jubilee prison." NO! I suddenly remembered"¦I had tripped. They must have found me. But"¦why the costumes?
"For stealing her?" I asked sadly in my croaky voice.
"Yes," laughed the jail keeper, "For stealing her"¦virginity."
"What!? No, no, you got it wrong. She fell onto me. I didn't, we didn't-"
"Raped her, you savage! Second attack this year, you scalawag!"
The jail keeper spit into my cell. "Mighty fine girl she was, too."
Wait"¦I recognized that face. The jailer is DERICK! Except a beard hung over much of his face and he wore the strange clothes. He was much more undesirablen hen he had been at the betrothal ceremony, and that was saying something.
I decided to muster up some courage. "What is your name?" I asked, going into a more provocative position, nearly batting my eyelashes.
"My name is Deck." He answered, leaning on his kneo beo be closer to my sitting position in the cell. As he did, I noticed something. He didn't smell ood.ood. What was I getting myself into?
Deck (cough*Derick*caugh) closed the door and left us in the dark. He didn't seem to mind the grunted protests of the other prisoners. The room became blinding and quiet.
"I think I like you better in the dark." He said, and I could feel that he was closer.
"Uh"¦yeah" I said, too scared to keep my guise up. "But", I said, mustering even more courage, "Who is she?"
"Who is who?" He asked softly, brushing my cheek with his rough hand.
"The girl, who is she?" He leaned in to kiss me"¦
"I AM SHE! "˜The girl' as you address me, Calico Catt." The door flung open with a burst of light and dust and noise, and Deck jumped back from me and stood up.
A woman, no, a girl stood in the doorway and my jaw dropped. The young girl from the ceremony!
Water. What? Pain. Ouch.
My eyes fluttered open in the dark cabin. No more voices, no more dust, no more cell. Just"¦faces. I tried to move"¦I had to find the girl. I turned on my side. I realized I was on a bed in a cabin of my ship. MY SHIP! God, thank god. I could feel the friendly lapping of waves moving us out to see. We were moving. But how long had we been mo? I ? I tried to sit up.
OUCH!
"Don't," a female voice warned. I turned. It was her! "It hurts at first. When you take a nasty fall, that is. And that you did." She finished. She was sitting on a bed beside mine. Smiling. A haughty, sexy smile. No, not sexy. Fourteen year olds are not sexy.
I sat up anyway. "Are you hurt?" I asked concerned.
"No. But I was, five minutes ago." And then, almost as in an after-though, " Did you have any strange dreams while you were out?"
RATED: NC-17
Chapter Three: "Dream"
"Ouch!" The girl fell from my arms, and those were the last words I would hear before the strangest thing of my life happened.
Darkness. Then, a cell. Opening door. People coming through. Light.
"Well, well, if it isn't Calico Catt?" It most certainly was. But"¦ where was I? I looked around. Straw. Lots of straw in a small cell that "¦I was in. Caged in. Metal bars surrounded the whole thing. Like they made it so that they could pick it up and go at any moment. I was Tweedy bird in a giant metal cage. The man who had spoken was one of many entering the large room. It was like one row of"¦cells. In a giant, besides the light coming from the door, dark room. Beside me were other cages with other people in them"¦no, not people. Just men. Burly, rough looking men. It looked like some sort of a joke of a prison.
"Sleep well, Angel?" The same man asked of me. I just stared, dumbfounded at him. He was wearing old fashioned clothing. Ridiculously old fashioned. Not like someone pretending. This guy was"¦serious?
"Answer, bitch!" This drerespresponse out of me, but I doubt very seriously it was what he was looking for.
"Where am I?" My voice sounded like I hadn't used it in days. I looked at my clothing"¦WOAH! I was dressed in traditional, stereotypical pirate clothing. A white, ruffled shirt that looked like it hadn't been washed in a year or two that went down exposing a little too much of my chest hung from the top part of my body, while black"¦ something that looked like jeans, but softer fell over my legs. A red sash went around my waist, tying on my right side.
"Where do you think you are, Bitch? You're in Jubilee prison." NO! I suddenly remembered"¦I had tripped. They must have found me. But"¦why the costumes?
"For stealing her?" I asked sadly in my croaky voice.
"Yes," laughed the jail keeper, "For stealing her"¦virginity."
"What!? No, no, you got it wrong. She fell onto me. I didn't, we didn't-"
"Raped her, you savage! Second attack this year, you scalawag!"
The jail keeper spit into my cell. "Mighty fine girl she was, too."
Wait"¦I recognized that face. The jailer is DERICK! Except a beard hung over much of his face and he wore the strange clothes. He was much more undesirablen hen he had been at the betrothal ceremony, and that was saying something.
I decided to muster up some courage. "What is your name?" I asked, going into a more provocative position, nearly batting my eyelashes.
"My name is Deck." He answered, leaning on his kneo beo be closer to my sitting position in the cell. As he did, I noticed something. He didn't smell ood.ood. What was I getting myself into?
Deck (cough*Derick*caugh) closed the door and left us in the dark. He didn't seem to mind the grunted protests of the other prisoners. The room became blinding and quiet.
"I think I like you better in the dark." He said, and I could feel that he was closer.
"Uh"¦yeah" I said, too scared to keep my guise up. "But", I said, mustering even more courage, "Who is she?"
"Who is who?" He asked softly, brushing my cheek with his rough hand.
"The girl, who is she?" He leaned in to kiss me"¦
"I AM SHE! "˜The girl' as you address me, Calico Catt." The door flung open with a burst of light and dust and noise, and Deck jumped back from me and stood up.
A woman, no, a girl stood in the doorway and my jaw dropped. The young girl from the ceremony!
Water. What? Pain. Ouch.
My eyes fluttered open in the dark cabin. No more voices, no more dust, no more cell. Just"¦faces. I tried to move"¦I had to find the girl. I turned on my side. I realized I was on a bed in a cabin of my ship. MY SHIP! God, thank god. I could feel the friendly lapping of waves moving us out to see. We were moving. But how long had we been mo? I ? I tried to sit up.
OUCH!
"Don't," a female voice warned. I turned. It was her! "It hurts at first. When you take a nasty fall, that is. And that you did." She finished. She was sitting on a bed beside mine. Smiling. A haughty, sexy smile. No, not sexy. Fourteen year olds are not sexy.
I sat up anyway. "Are you hurt?" I asked concerned.
"No. But I was, five minutes ago." And then, almost as in an after-though, " Did you have any strange dreams while you were out?"