Sweet Defeat

The Duel

Her confidence started wavering after feeling the force the Pirate King introduced in that first blow. However, she knew that her size was in her favor, as she could maneuver and dodge a bit quicker than him. She aimed for his forearm but he deflected her sword with his in a swift, powerful, motion. She jabbed at his left, but he dodged her again. He attempted hitting her sword against his right above the handle, trying to disarm him, but his grip was firm. She was trying herself out, and she knew it, so she decided to be more defensive. That seemed to take more energy. She attempted to circle around him to get him from behind, but he tripped her as she went, and her sword went flying out of reach as she hit the ground. "To your knees" he said. A deal was a deal, so she complied. She looked down in defeat. He had won. "Lads, take whatever you can find, but leave some substance for their return" he said. He then grabbed her hair and forced her to look at him. "You are mine now." he said, smiling. He called out to Terric, a terrific rope artist. "Make sure she's bound nice and tight with no escape. I want her in the guest cabin, on the floor tied to the desk leg to keep her from rolling around too much." he said, then left them to help his crew raid this ship. She noticed him talk to two more pirates, who nodded and walked toward the ship. It took a while, but to her demise, her bonds were both beautiful and effective, not that she could honorably escape, seeing as she made a deal with that filthy pirate. The last thing she saw was those same two pirates he had been talking to earlier, boarded on a smaller boat, taking off ahead of the others. Then she was taken below. 

She hated to admit how nice the ship was. It had beautiful décor, and a nice smell. Well, as nice a smell as a pirate ship could have. The room she was dragged into had purple walls, a white ceiling, and furnished floor. She noted a bed with nice sheets and beautiful cotton blankets, a closet, a small window, an oak desk and a chair. There was one other door, to the left of her room. She was pushed to the floor and could feel her shoulders and knees being bound to two of the desk legs. She couldn't help but admire the man's strength, how he effortlessly manipulated her body as he needed. He had a fair form, and if he weren't a pirate she might even say he was attractive. She noticed the gentleness and care he took in making sure she was in a decently comfortable position, trying not to wrap the rope too tight or pinch anything. Once finished, he walked to the door without another word. He took one last glance at her with adoration before leaving. She was alone. As she looked around she discovered her position provided somewhat of a view out the window, but not much more than the sky. Exhausted, and with nothing else to do, she dosed off to sleep.

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What must have been just a few hours later, she heard what she assumed was a victory party. She could hear some music, much cheering, and lots of people talking and laughing together. She sort of felt lonely down there, all though she didn't envy the company of pirates. Out the window, she saw it was night. The boat was rocking, but the stars seemed to stay in a relative position, meaning they are stationary for the night.