(continued from Ch 2, River of Tears)

The Chronicles of Rapina
Chapter 3, Pillage 


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Author's Note:
From chapter 3 until chapter 26 the story was co-authored by Brian L. who added a nice dimension and several characters. He handled Doanthalas as his lead character and wrote just about everything Doanthalas said. He also made up quite a number of supporting characters for which we both wrote. These include Drake, Edgar, Kent, Red Jack, Roger, Froggy, Logan, Jink, Trevor, Lord Heinrich, Lady Cinid, and Adrianna Li'Yeiraun, Elizabetta Paolo and various other more minor characters throughout the segment he coauthored. In the end real life left him no time to write so I wrote Doanthalas out of the story and continued with the action. Brian added a great deal to the story and it was a lot of fun working with him. He will be missed. -Rapina
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Just a few days ago they were simple farmers following in their fathers' footsteps. But today they were river pirates. Or so they thought. Taking this fishing boat had been easy enough, but tougher challenges lay ahead. The ship cut through the slow moving water easily. The three "pirates" kept the sail furled; they wouldn't need it. Besides they had learned the hard way about when and when not to unfurl the sail. A particularly strong breeze had almost overturned their boat and ended their career of piracy prematurely. It was touch and go, but little by little they were picking up the tricks of the trade. 

They had already worked out a schedule where there were two of them awake at all times while the third slept. Thus far it had worked out well and if they were lucky they would reach their destination. It was midday and Drake was on watch while Edgar guided the ship. Kent slept soundly on one of the benches towards the aft. Drake stretched his back. Sleeping on those benches was extremely uncomfortable, but they were all slowly getting used to it. 

"Edgar! Rocks ahead! Bear port!", Drake yelled spying an outcropping of rocks in the water ahead. He smiled at his knowledge of "sea-speak" as he and his friends called it. Everyday he felt more and more like a pirate, but he had yet to taste blood. They all did. Drake reminisced about youthful games. He had always been the captain. After all he was the biggest, strongest, and oldest. Kent was the smartest and the smallest. And Edgar was the quiet one. Kent would usually be first mate and Edgar would be the crew. But they would switch off when Edgar got tired of taking orders. That was the thing with Edgar...sometimes he would get a little crazy if things didn't go his way. He was tenacious and he had a very short fuse. 

Although they were a mismatched group they always seemed to get along well. The three boys were all around the same age. Kent and Drake were both seventeen and Edgar was sixteen. Having spent their lives on the farm working for their fathers they were strong boys. The past few days on their newly "acquired" longboat had bronzed their skin. Drake scanned the water and thought about his father. His father would skin him alive if he ever got his hands on him. Not only did he abandon his family, but he had also taken his father's sword and his family's savings. It wasn't a whole lot...about 12 gold pieces, but it was all they had...or used to have. Drake smiled at the thought. He was beginning to like this pirate business. 

Kent had a similar story, but his family had not been as well off as Drake's. He had only gotten a dagger and 20 silver pieces from his looting. Still it was better than nothing. Edgar wouldn't tell the other two about what happened when he left. He would just smile cruelly, pat his belt pouch, and swing his sword around in the air. The other two knew better than to push the topic. Edgar got out of hand when he was mad and they knew that pushing him would anger him. So they let it go, but still they wondered. 

Drake squinted as he looked ahead. It looked like something was floating in the river, probably another log. He grabbed an oar and prepared to push the log aside when they got closer. As they neared the log, however, Drake noticed something else. It looked like a figure draped over the log. "Edgar! Wake up Kent and send him up...to the fore. But before you do that...give me...all stop!" Drake ordered. 

Edgar clumsily brought the ship to a not-quite full stop before casting anchor. He was curious to see what Drake was up to, but first he had to wake Kent. 

Kent sputtered and mumbled as he stared at Edgar with half-closed eyes. "time...for...my shift...already?" he asked. 

"Nah. Drake needs us up front. Captain's orders ye know." Edgar smiled at his little joke unfunny as it was. 

Kent just stood up and shuffled towards the bow. Edgar was close at his heels singing children's lullabies just to irk him. 

"Quit acting like a bunch of kids and help me here!" Drake shouted. "I think we've found our first pirate treasure!" He smiled. 

How fortuitous they had been. The most beautiful woman any of them had ever seen had just floated right up to their ship. She wasn't moving, but that didn't mean she was dead. He sure hoped not. Edgar and Kent both gasped when they saw the woman. Drake made as if to strike them and, taking the hint, they hopped to, helping him pull the woman into the boat. She was truly an amazing sight to behold! Luckily the log hadn't overturned and drowned her. "easy now! Don't drop her! Kent go grab something to dry her off with!", Drake ordered. "Let's ease her onto the deck Edgar..." 

"Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?" Edgar asked. He was clearly taken aback by her beauty. Farm girls just didn't measure up to one this beautiful. 

Kent returned with some blankets and they proceeded to dry her off. They couldn't help but touch her and admire her as they dried her off. "She's practically naked!", Kent exclaimed. "We had better remove those panties and that boostery." He smiled at the thought of what lay beneath. 

"Hey look at this." Drake said holding up a pouch. "It's called a bustier you cod-brain!" Rummaging through a couple of pouches tied to the bustier by its garter straps, he found some coins, a holy symbol, a razor and a wire hook. He also found a pendant and a glowing thing, each on its own fine chain around the woman's neck. Not being particularly religious he tossed the holy symbol aside 

Kent picked up the discarded holy symbol and held it up to the light, "Hey fin-head, this thing is solid gold!" 

"So what, you see any jewelry stores around here?" Drake said as he proceeded to count the coins. The glowing thing would probably come in handy as well. Edgar ran his fingers through the woman's hair before volunteering for the "duty" of removing her wet "clothing". Drake and Kent wanted to do it as well, but why fight over her? 

"What do we do with her?" asked Kent. "What if she's someone important? What is someone comes looking for her?" 

"She's ours now! If anyone comes looking for her they're gonna have to fight three bloodthirsty pirates!" Edgar said with glee. 

Drake just shook his head and said, "First of all we're going to need something to give this pirate, Red Jack, if we don't want to end up killed by his crew. Second of all I don't think anyone who's looking for her would be able to find her very easily on this river. It's too long and it gets very wide in places, besides, before long we'll be sailing onto the river Augustana and it's even bigger. We should be able to outrun anyone that comes looking for her. 

Fighting is not an option! At least not yet!" Drake said. "Don't forget that we were farmers up until a few days ago. None of us really knows how to sword fight that well. Finally, we are pirates! And that means we get to do whatever we want to do with her. Pirates pillage, plunder, and rape! We've plundered...or is it pillaged? Who cares! We've already done the pillaging and plundering...all that's left is...yeah. That's the one. My favorite of the three." The trio laughed a hearty cruel laugh at Drake's joke. 

Edgar removed the woman's bustier first. They all just stared for a few minutes. Her breasts were perfect! Big and shapely with perky nipples! Just the way they liked them! They squirmed in their seats as Edgar proceeded to remove her panties. This wasn't the sort of treasure they had envisioned when they dreamt of being pirates, but none of them had any complaints. 

"Won't Red Jack be mad if we take advantage of her before he gets to?" Kent asked. 

The corner of Drake's mouth curled into a smile. "Who's to say we didn't find her AFTER some evil nasty bandits had already raped her? Besides we need to make sure that the goods weren't damaged during her rough trip through the river." 

"I like the way you think Drake." Edgar smiled. He tossed the panties and the bustier towards the back of the boat. "Who goes first?" Before anyone could reply the woman groaned and her eyes fluttered open. 

Someone was fiddling with her left nipple and her head felt like it was about to split open. Her headache subsided to a dull painful throb as her eyes focused. She was in a boat and three men were looking down at her naked body. Rapina started to sit up, but her vision swam and she fell back. As nauseous as she was, she felt something tickling her nose. Rapina tried to heal herself with the reverend's energy, but it was gone. Suddenly she remembered the waterfall and nearly drowning. The reverend's life force must have saved her, but evidently there had not been enough to fully heal her body. 

Rapina decided just to open her eyes, the movement of the boat was bad enough without her adding her own movement to it. When everything came back into focus she found herself confronted with three men. At second glance she noticed they weren't quite old enough to be men. They looked closer to her own age. They were attractive, though. All were muscular and tanned. The tallest had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. His strong jaw showed a few days growth of stubble. He exuded confidence and, even in her present condition, Rapina could feel a great deal of lust radiating from him. 

The one of medium build had more rounded features, long hair and blue eyes. He wore a crooked smile and had an odd look in his eyes. The smallest of the bunch had an air of intelligence about him. His auburn hair and brown eyes seemed to note every subtle curve of Rapina's body. Rapina wasn't sure who they were, but she was sure of one thing, they all desired her. Their desire virtually crackled in the air between them. Rapina felt herself growing wet even though she was in no condition for sex. 

"I - thank you for rescuing me. I feel so sick. I nearly drowned," Rapina mumbled weakly. Her stomach felt as if it were about to move into her mouth, or maybe it would join her throbbing head. She wasn't sure. 

Smiling, Edgar moved his face closer to Rapina's. "Don't be thanking us just yet, pretty. Heh. There'll be plenty o' time fer that later. Heh." He licked his lips and moved even closer. 

Hot breath washed over Rapina. Part of her was revolted by the man's callous, aggressive attitude, while another part, namely the one between her thighs responded to the man's desire. She nearly sneezed the lust from these young men was tingling her nose so strongly. Yet she felt so nauseous. Rapina tried to think what she should do. She had nearly drowned and may have hit her head when the log she was on hit the water or when she was attempting to surface. Her memory of the events was sketchy at best. She remembered fighting to the surface but not what blows the river dealt her before that. 

Kent looked concerned. True he wanted to have his way with her, but right now she didn't look well at all. "C'mon Edgar. Give her some time to rest. She's had a rough time." When Edgar flashed him an angry look Kent shrank back. Clearly Edgar intimidated him. 

"Back off Edgar! He's right! Drake ordered. You can have your fun later, but for now she rests. Go get her some food and water. We don't want her to die on us before we meet up with Red Jack."

Edgar flashed him a look of annoyance before stomping off towards the back of the boat. Turning back towards Rapina drake smiled. His smile could not hope to disguise the look of lust in his eyes, but that didn't matter. There was something else about Drake that Edgar lacked; control. The young man looked Rapina up and down before speaking. "Eat and then get some rest. It'll be a few days before...well you just rest." 

Rapina was very worried about her condition. She knew from her training with her Aunt that a person who had nearly drowned or who had had a concussion could wake up from either, only to die within a day. 

Turning to Kent Drake asked, "How long do you figure we have until we meet up with the river Augustana?" 

Kent considered the question. "Without a map I can't be sure, but from what I've gathered talking to fishermen I'd say not more than five days. Probably less." He moved out of the way as Edgar returned with the food and water for Rapina. 

Drake took the food and water from Edgar. "Let's get moving. Kent, go back to sleep. I want you rested for your shift. Edgar, raise anchor and let's get moving." They both nodded and headed off to their respective places. "Here you are, pretty. Go slow. We don't want you choking to death. The name's Drake, What's yours?" he asked. 

Rapina was about to answer, but her consciousness slipped away. She did not know how long she slept, but it was dark when she again stirred. 

Drake was worried. As soon as Edgar had returned with her food the woman had blacked out. He and Kent had tended to her not wanting to lose their gift. She had responded only slightly, refusing food but drinking some water in one of her semi-conscious awakenings. It was now a day later and she showed no sign of improving. She had to live. They had nothing else to offer Red Jack. He stroked her hair and was very tempted to climb on top of her and have his way with her right then and there. "Nah," he thought. "I've laid with a couple women who acted like they were dead. I'll wait for this one to wake up." He stood up and looked to the horizon. "Farm girls..." he laughed aloud. "It almost wasn't worth the trouble of bedding them; might as well be having sex with some knothole in some tree for as much life as they showed." 

Rapina's voice was the whisper of weakness, she felt no better than she had earlier. "D...Drake, Dra...ke? She reached one hand up to grab Drake's collar, but her arm would not go up that high before it started to fall. Rapina's hand fell on the smooth metal of his belt buckle instead. With only the ghost of her former strength, she drew him towards her. 

Drrr...ake? I, I think, think I'm dieing. Please, please take me... gently, one... last... time. 

He was startled from his musing by a weak pulling on his belt buckle. He looked down to see the woman struggling to maintain consciousness. She mumbled his name and something about him taking her now...one last time. All thoughts of Red Jack vanished as his teenaged libido kicked in. There was no denying the fact that he wanted her more than anything. Drake eased himself down towards the woman... 

He fumbled with his buckle for a moment before he managed to get his belt off and his pants down. He didn't even bother to take off his pants or his boots. As long as they were out of the way he didn't care. Right now there was only one thing he wanted and that was to be inside of this gorgeous woman. What Drake lacked in finesse he more than made up for with sheer desire and youthful exuberance. He flung the blankets off of her and mounted her roughly. His penis had hardened and was throbbing so much that it almost hurt. He needed the release that only she could bring. It took him a few tries to push inside of her with his mind being clouded by his lust but he managed. 

Rapina clung to Drake's lust. Her tiny thread of consciousness was filled only with his throbbing desire. Though she knew she was near death, something in her began to respond. She could feel it as if it were a warmth in the distance. She willed herself to stay focused, to stay awake for just a little while. 

It hurt a bit at first, but as she became wet his body coursed with pleasure. Never before had he felt such a divine sensation. The warm silky wetness enhanced his desire more and more. His mind clouded over as he pushed harder and harder. All he could think of was pushing harder and deeper. The pleasure was immense. He grunted with every thrust and sweat began to run down his body. 

Rapina felt a bit of pain at first, but that soon subsided as Drake's energy started coursing into her. Although she was too weak to respond in other ways, somehow her inner muscles, filled with the heat of his energy, began to caress him. Rapina was too weak to draw on him as she had on the reverend, but she tried to open herself to his energy as much as possible, saving her strength for the moment of his orgasm, clinging to a thread of consciousness concentrated on his lust. He was not particularly gentle, but Rapina was so close to death that the nausea his jarring thrusts raised seemed far enough away that she was able to avoid retching. 

At first the woman barely responded, but soon she began to move more and more within. She was obviously experienced and it wasn't long before Drake exploded inside of her. 

Rapina could feel the energy build, and it became a little easier for her to remain conscious. Then it was here, he was coming and although, her response was sluggish, Rapina drew with all her puny strength. 

His orgasm began as a familiar rush of pleasure, then suddenly he reached new heights as his pleasure intensified. He could not remember ever having come so deep or so long. When it was over, he collapsed on top of her, spent and shaking with the tremors of orgasm. Tired as he was he lifted his head to look at her. 

Rapina smiled briefly before fading into unconsciousness. Drake was young and virile, and Rapina had been able to absorb a good deal of energy, she could feel the tingle run through her body as she briefly slept. 

"Wow! Red Jack will NOT be disappointed with you! Heh," Drake said between pants. 

Rapina drifted for a few moments as Drake's energy eased her injuries. His youthful store brought her back from the edge of darkness, but she knew that she must not stop now; she hungered, alive enough to know what she must have. 

Edgar had seen everything. The boat was too small for any sort of privacy. "Damned Drake gets to have all the fun while I do all the work." he hissed under his breath. "He'll probably kill her...well if that happens I'll just have to kill him." He smiled a wicked smile and resumed his duties. 

As the woman slept Drake stood up and pulled up his pants. Red Jack would be pleased. As he buckled his belt a curious look dominated his face. Somehow the woman looked better. Her face wasn't as flushed and she seemed to be breathing easier. That was odd. Drake figured that having sex with her would have hurt her condition not helped it. 

As Rapina's consciousness resurfaced there was a smile and a word on her lips, "Mmmm... mmmore...please, again. 

The woman was regaining consciousness! And she wanted more! What was going on here? Drake began to worry. He came from a superstitious family so things like this tended to make him edgy. He needed time to think. Edgar! He turned to the back of the boat. "Edgar! She's feeling better! Care for a roll in the hay with our lovely 'guest'?" Drake shouted. 

Drake's words surprised him. Maybe Drake wasn't so selfish after all. Any more thought on the subject vanished as Edgar rushed to the fore. Right now he was going to have some fun. 

Drake smiled at Edgar's exuberance. He knew that Edgar would have the greatest sex of his life. Walking towards the aft he considered the woman. Could she be a witch? Or was Drake just imagining things? "I'm probably worrying over nothing," he thought. "Got this superstitious nonsense from my folks is all. The food we gave her did her good. Yeah. That's it." 

Edgar practically jumped on top of the woman in his excitement. He caught himself so he wouldn't crush her with his body, however. An odd look was in his eyes as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. "Now pretty, Edgar is gonna show you a good time. Yes. Better than Drake and better than Kent could ever hope to do! Heh", he practically cackled. 

Rapina felt the man's lust as he neared her, this was Edgar, and something about his lust reminded her of Reverend Evangeline. 

Edgar thrust himself inside of her roughly and his hot breath washed over her face. He licked her face as he thrust with a savagery he had been holding back until now. He thrust harder and deeper. It hurt and he knew it. But that's what he wanted. He wanted to hurt her. He liked to hurt people and this woman was just another on the long list of people he had hurt. 

Rapina was glad Edgar had not been first, she was still quite weak, but was able to reposition her hips to better absorb the kick of his wild thrusts. Her loins devoured him, her strength was not great, but it was enough to reliably absorb his energy. 

For all of his savagery Edgar was not immune to the pleasure of this woman's flesh. As he thrust with spittle-flecked lips an incredible sensation coursed through his body. Never before had he experienced such ecstasy. It wasn't long before he gave a last violent thrust and a deep grunt. His body shook as he came inside of her. 

Rapina drew Edgar's power eagerly but not so strongly as she would have liked. She needed these young men, and she did not want them to be so drained that they would realize she was more than just a woman who enjoyed her desires. 

Edgar moved his face close to the woman's and the look in his eyes had become dangerous. Edgar smiled evilly and then sat back breathing heavily. "Now that's a good fucking woman. Or is she a good woman for fucking? Or is it both? Ah who cares? Ha!" he exclaimed. 

"Thanks, just wish I was not so sick," Rapina said weakly as she went limp. Though she probably could have staid awake, she did not want her recovery to seem too rapid. Rapina could sense the obvious danger in Edgar; he was neither stable nor nice. He was sure to be a problem. Rapina vowed she would deal with him carefully. Ironically, her power of suggestion had been useless with these young men. So far, none were considerate or effective enough lovers to bring her to orgasm, and that was the only time she could touch their minds. Rapina had been able to use suggestion to heighten the reverend's lust, but she did not know if she could influence men in other areas, and she was not likely to get a lot of practice at the hands of Drake or Edgar. Rapina decided to go to sleep, then when she felt better she would find out just how these men and the vague memories she had of them talking of piracy fit together. 
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This ends Pillage, Chapter 3 of The Chronicles of Rapina.
The story continues in Chapter 4, Pirates.

Copyright 2001 by Rapina