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Title subject to change as always. I know I haven't uploaded a story in a bit and thought I’d share this one.

I’d like to do this life as a comic....But at the same time...we have over like 200 some lives. We’re probably not gonna get to all of them especially if I turn everything into a comic... Still would be wicked to see as a graphic novel....

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It was a simple question....a conversation among friends...meant to be amusing but for Low...it was anything but...

“How did you lose your virginity,”

Low watches as her friends and fellow shipmates mulled over the question. Their faces delighting in how they were going to answer. Low loomed over a large mug of beer and hoped she’d not be asked to answer....

It had been a cold night...on her father’s ship...It was debatable if he really was her father but over the years it didn't matter blood or not he’d been the one to take care of her. When Willow was seven her mother died of an illness. Before her mother was even an hour in the ground vultures descended upon her house taking what little they’d had. Willow had been an only child...and her mother had no family to speak of.

Alone and unwanted in the world there was talk of sending her away or dolling her out as a servant but a man approached. She’d seen him once or twice before but didn’t know his name. He took a moment to lay eyes on the situation before he took her away. Without a word he just bend down and carried her out of the only home she’d ever known.

He took her to an inn and explained the situation as it were. He was a Captain and she was a little girl. Woman were sought to be bad omens and if she wanted to stay with him then she must become a he. He cut off her curly locks and from that day forward she was Low.

The Captain, Oris introduced her to his crew as his cabin boy and she did her best to play the part. Every so often he corrected her and for the most part he treated her like all his other men but every now and then she’d have a bit more food then most and a few simple things here or there.

Captain Oris was a pirate...he plunder ship after ship and murdered man. Willow grew to understand this way of life and accept it as her own. As she got older she got better at being a boy but her body only seemed to get better at being a girl. Oris had a special corset made and they did there best to hid the fact that she was a girl however they could. For the most part they managed crew came and went and they went all over the world.

Low wanted to travel with Oris forever and loved her way of life...but one day...when picking up some new crew a young man joined them. He went by the name of Dagger...there wasn’t anything he couldn’t do with a dagger and quickly impressed the crew. He was fast, hard working.. and cocky.

Low didn’t like him one bit and for the most part he didn’t like her. She often caught him glaring at her. He rarely spoke to her and for a time things seemed civil but as the months passed he got more aggressive. He tried to order her around and even laid his hands on her more then once shoving her this way and that claiming she got in his way.

One time she had no choice but to fight him. She had to hold her own and couldn’t let someone get the better of her. She’d fought before and wasn’t that bad at it but he threw her down in a matter of seconds in front of the entire crew. He straddled her and put his dagger to her throat and for the first time in her life she’d been truly frightened...

She’d seen many things over the years...death destruction....mercelss waters...but looking into the ice blue eyes of Daggers eyes a dark feel overcame her...Something within her core...that had always been there seemed to awaken. She trembled and he studied her as if she were a rate in a trap. If her father hadn’t been there to tell them to knock it off she didn’t know what would happen.

After that things were harder the other crew members teased and bullied her. They started pushing her. She had to get into several fights just to get them to shut up after she nearly gutted a man on board they backed off. She needed be strong ruthless to survive in this world but her heart wasn’t always in it.

When it came time to change crew again she hoped Dagger would go but he stayed on. As much as she hated him she had to admit he was one of their best crew. She did her best to ignore him and treated him like the rest. Several more months went by and he seemed to back off. He worked even harder and she could tell the Captain was developing a fondness for him. She almost felt jealous but did her best to pull her own weight and prove herself. Whenever Captain Oris’s eyes fell upon her she was proud.

However...everything changed that cold night on her fathers ship. It was her turn to be lookout. All the men were nearly asleep passed out from a routy night of drinking. They’d hit a big ship just earlier that day and the ship was nearly loaded with treasure. They had plans to drop some of it off on one of her father’s many locations...and sell the rest. All together it had been a good day.

The moon was full and she used it to carve herself an animal out of soapstone...She looked up every now and then checking for any lights or hidden dangers but she didn't hear Dagger coming up behind her. He was swift like a shadow in the night. His dagger fell at her throat and she dropped her soap stone to the deck He ripped her carving knife out of her hand without a word and tossed it over the side of the ship.

She breathed shallow feeling the blade against her skin she half expected him to slice her throat but he let her go pushing her forward. She caught her balance and turned to face him. She raising her fists and put up a fight. She attempted to take his dagger or at least get it away from him. The two struggled in the moonlight for nearly a minute. She got a good swing in punching him in the face but in the end he forced her up against one of the ships masts and put the dagger at her throat once more.

She glared at him and he grinned at her. It was frightening in the moonlight but she refused to show fear. She stood her ground and continued to glare as she said, “What do you want...”

He looked at her and then said, “Take off your pants,”

She looked at him confused and made no attempt to do as he asked. He moved his blade cutting her chin ever so slightly before he said, “Prove your not a pussy....”

She swallowed hard and understood now...He wanted to see her penis...and the lack there of...”

She made no attempt to remove her pants and he gain cut her. The blade was quick and sharp against her cheek, “DO IT...OR I’LL CUT THEM OFF...”

She stood tall and proud as proud as she could be in that moment but did as he asked. She dropped her pants and there before him in the moonlight he gazed upon her curls and saw she was a woman. He chuckled more cocky then ever. She wondered what he would do. Over the years she’d seen what the crew would do to woman here or there... She couldn’t...didn’t want to imagine that happening to her..

He continued to stare down at her before he leaned in and whispered in her ear. “I always knew you were a fucking cunt...”

She stared forward ignoring him. He pulled back a bit and then took his dagger to her shirt...and corset. He cut through them until her breasts released.... He looked at them as if he were staring at a piece of meat. He licked his lips and said, “This explains why you’re in good with the Captain...I wondered why he’d waste his time on a runt like you...”

She turned away steaming. She debated taking that dagger and shoving it down his throat. She could manage it. He might get in a few more cuts but if she could. He could see she was thinking and grabbed her jaw she struggled but he pressed into her using his body weight to keep her pinned against the mast. He forced her to look at him and said, “You’re gonna be good with me now....understand...”

She glared at him and spit in his face...there was no way she’d ever...Before she could finish the thought he punched her in the face her, head fell back hitting the wood pillar. She groaned in pain and he flipped her around. He forced her chest against the post and got up behind her.

He took his pants down then. She couldn’t see it but she heard it. She struggled pushing against the wood she tried to shove herself back but he grabbed what little hair she had and used it to smash her face into the wood not once but twice her nose began to bleed and he threatened her... “If you don’t stop fucking around I’ll wake the entire crew and let them have at you...”

She continued to struggled but knew if he woke them... her chances were slim not just for herself but for the Captain as well if they knew he’d let a woman sail in his crew... She bared down....She’d never....but she’d bare it...Whatever he did...she’d take it and when she got her chance...she’d murder him, torture him and tear him apart.

She felt something warm at her back and her brow came together. He rubbed it along her but and then took it in his hand he fumbled trying to place himself all the while keeping her pinned. He moved the dagger to her shoulder and threatened her once again... “You’ll take me inside you....or I’ll shove my dagger in instead...understand...”

She breathed out not in fear but anger...Through gritted teeth she grunted in response....He moved again trying to place himself at her opening when he found it he pushed and pushed. She felt something she’d never felt before a pain a tearing between her legs...She struggled uncontrollably even though she knew what was at stake, she couldn’t help it.

She’d never felt something like it....he continued to push and then gasped when he realized she was a virgin... “The fuck” He pulled out and saw the blood...on the end of his dick, glistening in the moonlight. It only seemed to arouse him more... “You’ve never.....fuck....fuck...yes......fuck....bitches all mine....” He was talking to himself.

He put the dagger handle in his mouth then and came at her full on. She tried to get free tried to move but he grasped her hip firmly with one hand and place himself with the other. With no mercy...he successfully shoved himself completely inside her. Her eyes rolled up in agony and she screamed......

A blood curdling scream that was stifled by his hand. He moved it to her mouth and shoved her roughly. He was deep inside her and she felt like he had shoved his dagger between her legs. He pulled back and then thrust in again.. She struggled to get free but he, he held tight to her not letting go.

He bucked into her several times but then pulled out in frustration. He forced her to move from the mast to the deck shoving her onto all fours. She struggled to get away but he set his dagger down and came after her. He dragged her to him and forced himself inside her once more. He shoved her head down and forced her pussy into the air.

He was ravenous then pumping away feverishly grunting and groaning. His breath ragged as he consumed her. She struggled and cried out but he didn’t care. She dug her nails into the wood of the ship as his gasp on her only tightened. She was full of fear... of pain. In all her years...no one had ever hurt her like this...no one had ever dominated her. She’d had her scrapes and close calls but she’d always been in control, her or the captain but now she was alone...at the mercy of Dagger...

Willow sobbed and struggled pathetically but she refused to give up. She refused to give in. She tried to pull away from him and Dagger punched her in the back several times in an attempt to make her submit. The pain shooting through her bruised and broken body was almost too much. She nearly collapsed but he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight to him. He continued to thrust inside her for what felt like an eternity and then something happened to him. His thrust grew more frenzied and harder before he froze stiffening.

He moaned with such pleasure then. He began to shake as she felt him twitch inside her and then something hot began to fill her insides... He held her still, his grasp like iron, for a nearly a minute neither of them moved. When it was over he finally pulled out of her and let her drop to the ground like she was garbage.

He sat back....winded and exhilarated. She felt bruised battered and ashamed....She felt like curling up but something caught her eye. Moonlight shinning on a blade. The dagger was still on the ground and within her reach. He was dazed with his triumphant, careless. He thought he’d won as he began to put himself away. As he pulled up his pants she grabbed the dagger. He realized his mistake quickly and tried to reach out for it. She struggled to get to her feet. She could barley stand but her hate...her adrenaline sated the pain momentarily. She lunged at him with the dagger.

His arm came up to grasp her but she was faster then him and she managed to get at his face. She cut his right eye the blade tarring into him. Her angle was off though so it only sliced along his face instead of through it. She tried to get him again but he grasped the arm that held the dagger and then grabbed onto her other arm. She struggled to get her hands free but he pulled her into him. He head butted her and her grasp on the dagger loosened. He took it from her... and then slammed her to the ground. He straddled her once again and then pinned her hands. It all happened so fast. She laid on her back and looked up at him the dagger poised to end her she fully expected it to but he held back and moved the dagger to her hip.

Enraged he said. “YOU WILL...LEARN” He carved a long deep streak into her hip that was bound to scar and she cried out as he continued to say, ‘OBEY...M-”

He was interrupted by gun fire....a bullet tore through him and he shouted in pain. It was dark and she couldn’t see who’d shot him. Dagger fell on-top of her in pain and whispered in her ear, “This isn’t over.” Before he quickly darted to his feet. He rushed across the deck and jumping into the ocean as a second shot was fired...

She laid in the dark as a figure approached her and she looked up to see Captain Oris....The pain in his eyes...was something she’d never forgot... Dagger was never seen again and they assumed he’d drowned if not bled to death... They never talked about that night

“LOW....WILLOW...HELLO!...I asked a question and you’re the only one that hasn’t answered....” said Fray. She was lows second mate...

“What oh....sorry I’m tried....I must not have heard you,” Low lied before taking another swig of her beer.

“I asked...How everyone lost their virginity....” said Fray

“Oh...in a field...with some Shepard...” she faked a chuckle adding “He nearly lost all his sheep...”

“Nice....”said Omar...Fray’s most current lover....They’d been going together on and off for nearly ten years. It was clear Omar was in love with Fray but she wasn’t the kind to settle down...at least not any time soon.

Tune one of Omar’s shipmates pipped up, “I...I never lost my virginity...”

Everyone rolled their eyes knowing he was full of bullshit....

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Elsewhere a black ship with dark sails was coming into port. The third mate approached her captains door and knocked, ever so slightly before entering. She found her captain sitting in the window of his cabin. His white shirt was unbutton and opened. Half his angelic face was covered in an ornate mask. He seemed to be basking in the light of the full moon.

He almost seemed like a ghost as Evora stared at him.Her heart pounding, she quickly said

“We’re about to make port sir,”

He nodded and waved her off. She turned and left. Alone he opened his eye and looked at the full moon. It always reminded him of her and the night he’d made her his. He sighed deeply as he tore himself away from the window and got to work...

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For the setting I kind of picture like a futurist old fashioned pirate world....Kine of like steam punk. Anyway let me know what you think. I always love hearing from you about any of our stories and comics. If you ever have any questions let me know.

Thank you for reading^^