The Vengeful Tide Ch. 01

Out of fear, the guards stepped back. However, it was much too late for them. I had gathered enough water. "Experience the power of The Son of Poseidon," I uttered.

A blast of water expelled from my fingertips. Ellen's guards were too shocked to even move. Even Ellen was stunned by what she was witnessing.

I did have a plan in mind to mess with them, but I figured the poor lackeys had enough on their minds to worry about. I exploded the blast of water which forced it to sprout five shots in varying directions. With the mastery I had acquired over the many years of wielding this power, I gunned each guard in the head. They would be lucky that there was only enough force to knock them out. Had I wanted, I could have accumulated the pressure to outright kill them, but I wanted to enjoy the fruits of my labor.

The men fell at Ellen's feet with a hard thud. The clouds in the sky did not disperse. Instead, there came the crackle of thunder, and the flashes of lightning. As if there was smoke sizzling from the tip of my finger like a fired gun, I blew air on it with my mouth. Then, I began my trek to the stunned owner of the Dead Tales tavern. How many men had dreamt of the days and nights were they might share their bed with one of the most dangerous and illegal business dealers this side of the sea? Now, they would never know.

Ellen must have regained herself because she picked up her pistol and pointed it at me. "I win, Ellen Sothshore. Now, you're going to dishonor our agreement by pointing a gun at me?" I asked.

"You...what did you do to my men?! You're not Eric Drakclaw! I thought something was wrong. There is no way that brat would be so confident in dealing with me. Who are you?" she asked.

I chuckled.

"ANSWER ME!" Ellen hollered.

Now there were many ways I could deal with this...insubordination. Perhap some...discipline was in order.

I wove the water to my whims behind her. She was none the wiser until a whip from the sea smacked her pistol out of her hands. She tried to reach for it, but I was quicker. I grabbed her arm. "Let go of me! I won't honor this gamble! You controlled the sea like a practitioner of witchcraft! I will not submit to this trick!" she claimed.

I watched the confidence that she seemed to be so known for fade under the weight of her own fear, uncertainty, and curiosity. To think that the woman that most on my homeland came to fear would show me that exact emotion even now.

I stood in front of her. "Did I lie? I used one finger, and you accepted. Tricks, cheating, deception,, we don't use such petty terms. As long as we win in the end, that's all that matters. And, I'll be taking what's mine," I said. I grabbed her arm and held her close to me. If there was one thing I had to curse this body for...I did not have the same physical strength that I had from my captain days. Oh well, I would have to make due.

"And now, what's mine has not only defied me, but she also tried to back out of our agreement. For that, I think some order is needed here," I said. I then swung her and leaned her over my knee. She struggled against me.

"Eric Drakclaw, you touch me and I will make sure that no one ever finds your body! Let me go!"

"By your own words, I'm not Eric Drakclaw, remember? Also, that's Sir to you, Ellen Sothshore, owner of the Dead Tales," I replied to her. My voice leaked with lust in the rain. Ellen must have picked up on it because she squirmed beneath my roaming fingers.

"Now, for such a disobedient tavern owner like you with such a rude disposition, 30 spanks should be enough. You will also count them, and you will end your count with Sir. If you don't, I'll make sure to give you extra," I said.

"You shit-eating bastard!" Ellen replied.

In response to her blatant disregard for our new statuses, I weaved more water from the sea. This time, I fashioned it tighter than a ship's rope ladder. It wrapped around her arms and legs. I must say that it restricted her movements well. Just the sight of her over my knee, her bottom in my free hand made my cock go rigid. My pants suddenly felt very tight. How I wished to enjoy her fully later, but...this held its own appeal.

I didn't start immediately. Instead, I studied my bound fantasy with my hands. I could feel her heart pounding against my arm. Whether this was from anger or fear, I did not know nor did I care. My free hand caressed her soothed bottom. It felt so much better than I ever thought. So plump, and so very firm was it.

I tickled the fair skin of her thighs. The rain was making her clothes tighter, and that would only serve to make my punishment all the sweeter. Her legs and arms still wiggled for freedom, but the chains of water I had crafted were much too strong for her body to break. The only thing her wiggling did was brush her thighs against my erection.

"A good businesswoman should never go back on her deals. You, of all people, should know that. After all, I was about to lose my life. What is 30 spanks to that?" I asked her.

"Unhand me and find out!" she claimed. Mmmm, I loved her spiciness.

Then, without any warning or indication, I raised my hand and slapped her ass. Ellen arched back from the stinging pain. I waited a moment. I heard nothing. "Aren't you supposed to be counting?"

"Why would I do something so degrading?! Especially to a poor woman's son?" she replied heatedly. Gods above, I loved her attitude. I smacked her again. She said nothing. I dealt another, and another, and another, and another. Over and over, I spanked her and she did not count, but that was fine with me.

"Hmm, alright, let's try something else. I'll give you one more chance. Since you won't count, how about I take you home and whip you instead? I'm sure my mother would be flabbergasted that the owner of the Dead Tales is a whorish slut who loves being spanked and whipped by young men. Imagine the very image you have worked for so long to craft, destroyed in a mere instant as I let my mother spread gossip after gossip of your deeds. Imagine your reputation as men and women, both of whom were too scared to speak your very name, now go home and pleasure themselves to the thought of hanging you up, of bending you over, of making you the pig they want you to be,"

I touched her warm, yet wet pants-covered bottom. She was strangely silent. Yet, with my senses enhanced by the powers of water, I could smell and feel her excitement. Her hidden pussy quivered its lips at the thought. It was silently drooling at the scandal, the shame, the humiliation of being the object of every man and woman's sick fantasy of them lording over her. She would be licking their poor cocks, or tonguing their wet, sloppy pussies. Oh boy, what a thought.

I smacked her ass again, this time even harder than before. "UGH!" she grunted. I watched her lay her head down. No, she didn't want that. She wanted to continue her dominance over them. She couldn't stand it if they thought less of her. To her, if what I am saying is truth then...

"O-One...Sir,"

I smacked again.

"Two...sir!"

Ah, there be nothing better than the salt of the air on your tongue, and your hands against the bottom of a submissive wench. I could feel her poor bottom squirm beneath my strikes. Her defiant attitude gave way to grunts of pain, and ecstasy if I was hearing right. I truly wished it were not raining. I could better tell if my new servant girl was enjoying my motions if it were not.

"UGH! Tw-Twenty, sir," She panted out. Unlike the weather outside, I could feel how hot her breath was from the rise and fall of her chest on my supporting knee.

"And just imagine, not only will they learn about you from me, but they will also learn that the hardcore businesswoman has failed to honor her agreements. Who would dean trade with a liar that goes back on their word? Even pirates know better honor. You're a bad slut. You're a lying slut! You are my slut! Years upon years of successfully managing your trade, all thrown away to me in an instant. Me, one of the losers of the island? How does it make you feel?" I asked.

"Disgusted...AH! S-Sir," she replied. I gave her that smack for the slight backtalk, or maybe it was because I wanted to. Who knows.

Because she had defied me for too long, her thirty strikes were easily double their amount. By the time I was done with her, I doubted she would be sitting straight for a day or two.

"S-S-Sixty-five, S-Sir," she said, her breath hot and wanting. I do not think I need to tell everyone that I longed to hold her down, rip away her clothing, and conqueror her even more, but I did not do this. Instead, I took her off my knee and stood her up.

"Do you have anything to say to me?"

"Burn in hell!" She replied.

I smiled. "Hmmm, I guess sixty-five was too little. Shall I go for another sixty?" I threatened. She was quick to change her tone. And, why wouldn't she? She was still bound by water on both her wrists and ankles.

I kept from laughing when she tried a brief struggle to get away from me, but it was obvious our activity had drained her stamina and energy. "N-No, Sir. Please...forgive my slip of the tongue. T-Thank you for disciplining me, Sir," she answered through gritted teeth. Well, it would do for now.

"Good girl. Now, how about I give you a small reward?" I told her. I placed her back over my knee again. She stared at me in shock. A combination of thunder and lightning crushed the skies behind me. I wonder what picture she must have been looking at when that happened.

With her still bent over my knee, I grabbed the buckle of her pants. Panic set across her soaked form. She frantically tried to escape from my grasp, but it was not such a simple matter. "You! If you touch me, I swear I'll...,"

"Did I give you permission to speak?!" I demanded to know. I swatted her firm ass once again. Seas claim me, this was such a wonderful feeling. There was no better music than hearing the object of my fantasies as a young male grunt, writhe, and moan from the abuse I laid upon her.

"Did I? Did I say you could speak back to me? Answer me, you slut!" I yelled. Despite the cold air and rain on our bodies, her hot breath tickled my calves.

"Answer me before I hit you with a whip of water. I think we both understand just how much water can hurt," I threatened. Her wet hair masked her visible eye, but I had a good imagination for her expression from her next words.

"You didn't give me permission to speak, Sir! Please...forgive me," she replied.

"Good girl. Now then, back to your reward," I said. I felt no resistance this time when I unbuckled her pants and pulled them down her legs. I smiled at the sight before me.

"Hmm, to be so bold with black thong-like undergarments. You really are a dirty bitch," I said. I felt her shiver underneath the harsh, yet tantalizing words from my tongue.

By now, the rain was becoming bothersome. I pushed the waters away from us which gave me more than enough time to continue with my fun. I grabbed her black silk undergarments and pulled them down. I was greeted with a dripping wet, squelching, shivering pussy that made me lick my lips.

"Mmmm, look at this treasure I have unearthed. I assume many men have tried to find this wonderous fountain. Tell me, how many men have reached this treasure cove?" I asked.

"Fuck off!" she replied. I smacked her ass five times for that one. I could already see the hand prints upon her cheeks. I smiled. They were the unseen marks that she was mine.

"T-Two, sir," she replied. I hummed at her answer while I gently rubbed the pillows of her twin cheeks. They were quite warm due to my abuse of them, but they somehow still felt just as smooth as ever.

I heard a gasp. I turned to see Ellen looking at the rain passing over us like we were beneath a tent of whale skin. Of course she would have questions as to why this was happening, but this moment wasn't about satisfying her curiosity. It was about satisfying my growing lust and need to play with her.

Ellen inhaled sharply when I kissed her bottom. With my free hand, I rotated each cheek of her ass separately. I sought to devour her. I sought to conquer her. I sought to dominate her. The more she squirmed, the better she positioned her ass for me to suck, lick, and bite deeper. The same areas that I had abused so heavily just mere moments ago, I was now showing my undivided attention.

"Ah...ugh...stop that!" she said, but I ignored her. Nothing would stop me. Besides, she could say whatever she liked, but her body was clearly enjoying this. My pant legs were quickly becoming soaked from the flood pouring from her sloppy cunt. I had to have a taste.

I bent my head and I drank from the fountain of Ellen's sweet treasure. Her wiggling increased, but so did the depths of her moans. By gods, did she try to keep her lust down, but my ego and courage continued escalating with each restrained raspy sigh and groan that escaped from this fearsome businesswoman's mouth. My tongue lapped at the folds of her labia. Each stroke from me must have been a shock of electricity through her body. Well, it was only obvious. I had some 10+ years of experience in sexual conquest over her.

As I continued to tongue her, her obscenities slowly died away. My teeth brushed against her pea-sized clit. She was mere putty within my hands. "Oh...ugh...you...you piece of...SHIIIIIIIT! OH FUCK!" Ellen screamed.

A small nibble of the teeth and my new toy was suddenly experiencing a powerful orgasm that sent the rush of bittersweet nectar into my mouth. I drank it all away like a dying man looking for thirst in a dry desert. Not even a lifetime supply of booze and ale could compare to its taste.

Ellen slumped over my leg, but I was not finished. I soon had her moaning for me again when I pushed two fingers into her snatch.

"Hmm, you put the storm raging around us to shame. Look at how wet you are," I said. I brought my musky fingers in front of her visible eye to see. She turned her head away angrily. The shame seemed to be too much for her, but it wasn't enough for me.

I resumed climbing the inner reaches of her sloshing insides. All the while she kept rubbing her bound thighs against my erection. The stimulation felt so good. I could almost cum just like this. Her pussy, her tight walls of flesh, clung to my fingers as if trying to squeeze the very life out of them. Yet, it did not stop me from plunging them in and out, in and out, in and out, over and over again.

"Uh...uh...ah...oh...ahhh...ughhhh. C-Curse you, Drakclaw. Curse you to the ten circles of...UGH FUCK!" She screamed as another orgasm rocked her body courtesy of my fingers.

"Hmm, the ten circles of Fuck. I wouldn't mind going there someday if you'll navigate me," I said, a devilish gleam in my eyes.

More than likely, Sothshore was cursing me to the ten circles of Haganthar. I will not bore you, mostly myself, with the details of what this means for now. For simplicity's sake, it is Davy Jones' Locker only on fire.

Anyway, I took my hand from Ellen's abused cove. A final shudder and moan escaped her lips when I had done so. I then thought that it was always good to share wonderful things. So, I brought my hand to her face. "Lick them clean, and say 'I'm finished Sir. Thank you for my reward.'," I demanded of her.

She glared at me, but I soon found her tongue slathering my fingers with her hot breath between the crevices. I wish I could say I got to enjoy the feeling, but she finished rather quickly and drew her head away.

"I'm finished, Sir. Thank you for my reward," she growled out. Not optimal, but it would do for now.

"Good girl. Now then, collect your men and go about your duties, but I better see you at my home tomorrow by the evening. I look forward to it," I said. Then, with a flick of my wrists, I freed her from her watery chains that had bound her for so long. They fell to the docks with nothing more than a simple splash.

I walked away.

I did not have to turn around to know that she had her gun pointed at me, but...her fear of what she had seen me capable of stayed her hand. Good thing too. If she fired, I would make sure to enjoy her under even harsher circumstances.

-x-

I remember looking at my house rather fondly, if you could even call it a house.

Like many of the others who lived on Draegnar, my home was more of a constructing mess of ships that had been ravaged by the sea and her anger. Many made these broken ships their places of residence without much complaint. There was the occasional maintenance of wood to keep from creaking or cracking, but otherwise it was a lifestyle not many could endure.

I remember this place fondly because it had been so long since I had come here. When I had become a captain, my mother was already gone from the world. I could not bear to return to that house. The grief threatened to overwhelm me. It was only in my later years of life that I wished I had. Whatever my mother had wanted to give me then had most likely been sold and thrown away by uninterested parties. I dare not make such a mistake this time. Then again, I dared not lose my mother so early this time either.

A deep sigh to ease myself, I opened the door to our home. There is a key hidden above the grove of our door. Only I and my mother know about it.

I stepped inside. The door creaked as it closed behind me. Even now, I realize that I have somehow gone back in time, but only now do I truly understand that nothing has changed. Everything was where it was supposed to be.

I stepped into our kitchen. A broken, beaten pot of boiling water laid upon our stove. I remember wondering how our malfunctioning stove always seemed to work perfectly one day and break down the next. The stove and oven working were the differences between us having a hot bowl of eel soup or a cold bowl of dried vegetables. I remember hating this life, always dreaming of more. When I had more, the one person I would have loved to spend it all on was taken away from me.

I walked through our house. The creaks of the floorboards probably made my approach not so obvious.

I came into our shared bedroom space. Again, I will say that we were poor. There was no space that allowed me to have my own room and her to have her own. Instead, I slept in a woven hammock while she took the bed. The hammock was not so comfortable, but I could hardly complain.

I took off my ragged clothes and threw them into my clothes basket.

It felt rather odd.

I did this as if I had been doing it for years. Of course, I had done it that way. I grew up doing it, but to think I would remember to do it so well was both frightening and exciting.

I walked over to my drawer. More rags to wear. I stared at these clothes with hatred. I was not going to live like this. If I wanted to take my revenge, then I would make sure I had all the advantages, not just in my previous world, but also in this one! The first start would be our living conditions.

My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. My mother came into the room, a ripped towel around her waist.

I suppose I should describe my mother as well. My mother's name is Ira Drakclaw. Yes, I do not take my father's name now allow me to move on.

My mother has lived upon this earth for 37 years. She stands at 5'6. I certainly don't get my hair from her. Her hair is rather long, and it's red like the autumn leaves in the Fall. Her eyes are brown and her nose is thin.

Right now, due to her sickly status, her body is very skinny. She only goes outside for a brief period of time. I can see the beginnings of bones on her arms and legs. What keeps them just slightly healthy is the medicine I must have gotten from Ellen. However, despite her body being thin, she had some dangerous guns that had turned the head and tent of many a man who saw her. Her breasts were quite the catch, even to my younger self who was filled with raging hormones. She did not have much of an ass, but many men tried to plunder it and failed. If I recall, my father was the only one I knew about.