Feature Writer: Redsliver
Feature Title: LIKE RABBITS 4
Published: 05.08.2014
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Mind Control, Ma/Fa, mt/ft, Ma/ft, Fa/Fa, ft/ft, Fa/ft, Mult, Teenagers, Mind Control, Magic, Lesbian, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Science Fiction, Paranormal, Incest, Brother, Sister, MaleDom, FemaleDom, Rough, Humiliation, Group Sex, Orgy, Black Female, White Male, White Female, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Double Penetration, Slow, Violent
Synopsis: Carter was an island with a history of violence, romance, piracy and witchcraft. Today it feels like a hole. One Emily wishes to run away and crawl into. The only problem is what is waiting for her there.
Like Rabbits 4
Emily 5
Emily let Diane hop between radio stations as they puttered across Carter. She knew better than to text and drive; but as her phone buzzed in the cupholder for the third time, Emily was beginning to twitch. Diane sighed and picked it up.
“How do I unlock it?” Diane asked. Emily flashed a hurt and distrustful look towards the mixed race girl, but took a deep breath.
“3 9 3 9,” Emily said, gesturing her finger down and up and down again. Diane followed with her thumb.
“It’s Craig looking if we can pick him up, then saying nevermind he’ll walk and then Keira claiming to be on her way.” Diane dropped the phone back into the cupholder. Her lips slowly curling into a conspiratorial grin. Emily felt the tension bleed out when her phone was out of someone else’s hands. “Tell me about Craig.”
Emily’s lips bloomed into a bright smile. Diane grew excited. “He’s a very considerate guy. Strong hands.”
“Mmm,” Diane encouraged the revelation.
“He’s a bit shy, but he can get really going with a little push,” Emily continued. She was feeling great, if she could get Diane and Craig together, then she would be able to continue with Keira with no worries and she would have Diane and Craig as available friends. She could make this summer awesome, plus she had given some appreciative looks all over Diane. It was still a little strange looking for the sexiness in a woman but Emily was finding a lot of it in Diane. “Plus he’s just this big teddy bear, you know?”
“Yeah? That sounds sweet,” Diane agreed. Emily took a look and could see dirty thoughts rolling around in Diane’s eyes, but she wasn’t voicing them quite yet.
“The lake is just up here,” Emily announced, taking the last turn slightly too fast.
“I can’t wait to see it, you know, live.”
Emily muttered an apology and parked the car alongside the wall. She opened her door, popped the trunk and stepped out. Diane followed.
Diane had decided to just wear her bikini. She was dressed in black, speckled with reflective silver that easily caught the sun. In her bag, she had her essentials and a change of clothes. She made no offer to help Emily as the blonde hefted her own bag and a small cooler.
Diane’s eyes widened as she stepped through the gate and onto the sand. The lake was serene: a bright mirror of green-blue framed in golden sand. Her eyes alighted all around. There were stands of trees straddling the wall as it arched around the water and to the aquarium. The little lake house cottage was just so adorable, overlooking a red painted picnic table and two long chaises. The water was cloven, about a third of the way from shore, by a string of orange buoys.
“This is where she died…” Diane was awestruck. “It’s beautiful.”
“Someone died here?” Emily dropped her load halfway between the gate and the cottage, just upshore from the picnic table.
“Yeah, Abigail Blackheart.” Diane grinned, “Like two hundred some years ago.”
“Who’s that?”
“Famous pirate, well privateer. She was a witch and stuff.”
“I take it she’s mentioned in your mother’s ghost tours?”
“Like every two blocks,” Diane snorted. “Before they hanged her they forced her to confess, but they wouldn’t let her talk with a priest, so she wrote out a bunch of diaries. I must have read them like twenty times.”
“Cool, I’d love to pick up something to read,” Emily announced. “Maybe I’ll swing by your store again soon.”
“I’d like that,” Diane grinned. “But I don’t care about what we do tomorrow. Let’s have fun today.”
Diane followed Emily into the little cottage. The darker girl fell into one of the comfy armchairs with a big grin. Emily hurried into the little bathroom to change. She hadn’t done laundry since her first excursion here; so Emily slipped into a white, slashed with blue, one piece. She flashed herself a bright smile in the mirror as she hopped out.
“Ooh! Cute!” Diane announced when Emily stepped out of the washroom.
“Thanks, it has nothing on yours,” Emily gave Diane reason to show off a little as she stood up. If Craig didn’t love that, he was dead inside. “Help me with the sunscreen and we can get to enjoying the day.”
Emily hit the water at a run. When her thighs started breaking the surface, she dived and kicked out til it was just over her head and surfaced with a giddy bounce. Her legs slowly rocked as she treaded water. Diane was almost up to her ankles.
“It’s a lot colder than I was expecting,” Diane chittered.
“Get your head under and it’s great.” Emily breaststroked in until she could walk. Diane shuddered and took a few more quick steps before she ground to another halt. Emily looked past Diane and her grin fully blossomed. She threw up an arm, waving. “Hey.”
“Hi,” Craig murmured in a voice that didn’t carry. He flashed his eyes to Diane with surprise.
“Hey!” Keira called out. She was pulling off her shorts to reveal her purple one piece suit. She kicked away the cargo shorts towards, but not quite onto, one of the chaises. She marked the other with her towel. Diane meeped as Keira flew past and splashed back a wave as she kicked into the water.
Diane stood frozen in a posture of insulted disbelief. Keira and Emily had already come together in a giggly collision.
Diane turned to see Craig taking his time. Puttering around and slowly covering himself in sunblock. Diane flicked her eyes to Emily but she was busy horsing around with Keira. Diane twisted and exited back onto the shore.
If only they could get together.
Emily looked into shore after she tossed Keira off of her. Diane was walking up to Craig and not responding to his questions.
“Get him ready and bring your sexy butts in here!” Emily shouted with a laugh.
This has to work.
She was laughing as she flipped around to Keira. The little brunette was grinning and giggling, but her eyes looked a little distant. Emily flicked her head to shore and saw Craig motormouthing at Diane, while she silently tugged his t-shirt off of his shoulders. Emily saw her opening and slapped a strong but quick kiss onto Keira. “I think this is going to work.”
“Definitely!” Keira’s fingers were gliding up the outside of Emily’s thighs as she spoke. Emily laughed and pushed Keira backwards into the lake.
Just want to share this feeling with him.
When the sputtering brunette surfaced with a smile, Emily stage whispered: “Not yet. First we need to see how this is going.”
Emily and Keira turned to the beach to see that Craig was flushed and looking away from Diane’s light smile. The girl rubbed her hands excessively over Craig’s back. Her goofy grin was even more lopsided when she tilted her head. Craig said nothing and looked away from her brown eyes.
She picked up his fingers and started for the water. Craig looked out to Emily with a confused and surprised “What the hell?” look across his face. Emily returned the look with her giddy grin. Diane didn’t flinch as the cool water scythed out of the way of her determined march. Craig and Diane’s fingers broke apart as Diane hurried out to Emily and Keira. Diane’s hair was just passed her shoulders and just beginning to absorb the water. She shivered and goosebumps were forming on her shoulders.
“Hurry up, Craig! Diane’s cold and needs you to warm her up!” Emily shouted for her new friend. Craig looked up. Something wavered on his face and then he was charging like a bull elephant.
“Oh my god!” Emily squealed. She hopped to the left pushing Keira with her. Craig took Diane in a swimming tackle and they went under water without a peep. Emily would have screamed. In this case, she just laughed until the pair popped up a few feet further out.
“I can’t believe you just did that!” Emily closed over the distance. The two turned to her, appearing mildly goofy with tired eyes. Emily waited a moment, no one spoke. “OK, what’s going on? Why aren’t you talking?”
“What do you want us to say?” Craig replied.
“Yeah, funny. We came out here to have a good time right?” Emily pointed out. “It’s no fun being the only one talking.”
“Then maybe there shouldn’t be any talk at all,” Keira approached from behind and began to caress Emily’s breasts.
Emily jumped back. Her wide eyes flitted back and forth. Craig wasn’t startled; Keira wasn’t worried. Energy and excitement boiled inside and frothed out of Emily. She picked Keira up by the waist and spun her, Keira snaked her wrists to cross behind Emily’s neck. Keira’s ankles formed an X that rested on Emily’s ass. The two teens kissed, a long unhurried celebration. Nothing had felt better to Emily since she had arrived. Keira kinked her elbows, combing her fingers up Emily’s soaked hair, creating a tangled mess that curled around slender fingers.
“Thank you, thank you,” Emily panted as their lips parted. She rested her forehead on Keira’s. “I don’t think I’d have made it through the summer if I had to hide what we had from everybody.”
Keira smiled and began warming Emily’s jaw with her mouth. Each kiss grew hotter as they approached her ear. Emily sighed with a stuttering breath. Her eyes turned from Keira to see Craig and Diane smiling at her.
“You guys seem cool with this too!” Emily gleefully bounced, splashing Craig and Diane and nearly dropping the little woman she had wrapped around her torso. Keira retaliated by dragging her thigh strongly across Emily’s sex. The tall blonde’s breath staggered in surprise. “Oh my God, Keira! Stop.”
Emily couldn’t talk through her giggles and flushed cheeks, while Keira slipped down to the lakebed.
“Craig,” Emily brushed waterlogged tresses over her ear. “I should be honest. To you too Diane. I wasn’t sure I could tell you why I didn’t want to try going further. I’m so glad you’re close enough to Keira that she would show you. I brought Diane along hoping I could set the two of you up. I figured if you had a girlfriend we could be just friends more easily.” She was having a hard time meeting Craig’s eyes. Emily forced herself to turn to Diane. “I didn’t know too many people I could, you know, help Craig get. But you were so energetic and friendly, I wanted to see Craig with someone fun like that.” Emily forced a halfcocked grin. “Plus I saw that ass walk away and I knew Craig would love it.”
Craig grabbed a handful of Diane’s ass in agreement. Diane dropped her shoulder against Craig’s chest.
“Holy shit! Really!” Emily felt Keira’s arm slipping around her waist. “That is so awesome! I had no idea if you two were at all compati–”
Craig turned towards Diane and propped up her chin with his knuckles, she let her eyes drift shut. Craig bent in for a sweet kiss.
It’s working.
Emily watched Craig and Diane slowly make out, until she was certain the tented nipples under Diane’s bikini weren’t only from the lake. Emily licked her lips. Keira lay a hand on Emily’s hip encouraging the blonde to look down and meet the brunette’s bedroom eyes.
“I can’t believe everything is turning out so well!” Emily bubbled, before sliding both of her hands across Keira’s cheeks. Emily cupped Keira’s head at the back of her skull. She leaned in and was rewarded with a slow passionate kiss. The two kisses simmered side by side for minutes. Diane really opened up for Craig. Their lips rolled and danced together. Diane murmured and purred while Craig stroked out her long drenched sable hair. Keira was rougher and greedier with her treatment of Emily. Flesh was bitten and tugged with Bastille growls. Best deal. Keira, floating and kicking in the water to stay aloft with Emily, wrapped a leg around Emily’s knee. Emily held up Keira by her ass wth her left hand. Emily pulled back on wet hair, tilting the smaller girl’s face upward; so that their kiss defined a stage of power. Emily grinned as she kissed down onto Keira’s lips. Their kiss was a battlefield and both combatants were committed to winning at all costs.
When their kiss broke, Emily’s breasts were lined with red scratches from Keira’s fingernails. When their kiss broke, Keira’s lips were red and swelling. When their kiss broke, Emily’s eyes glistened, wet and hungry. When their kiss broke, neither girl could breathe but to hiss and purr. When their kiss broke, Craig and Diane turned to share a conspiratorial smile between four very proud sets of lips.
Look at how good this is.
“You two look so great together,” Emily smirked proudly. “Can you believe how well you two fit? It’s like a miracle. God, I was so nervous and now I’m just–I don’t even know what to say.”
They should have what we have.
Emily just smiled. She celebrated the success of her ill conceived plan by grabbing Keira by the waist and spinning back under the lake water. When she surfaced, laughing as she gasped for air, she was happy to witness Craig and Diane throwing water at each other not far from her. Emily turned her attention to Keira. The pair of them splashing and laughing in the lake. The foursome slowly drifted towards shore.
They spent more than the next hour just playing in the water. Emily couldn’t wipe the smile on her face. Emily heaved Keira onto her shoulders. Diane steadied herself on Craig. The two towers of teenagers squared off. Emily’s green eyes studied and plotted as she watched Craig across from her. She formed her brightest smile and she rushed Craig. Craig came at her with similar force. Keira and Diane grabbed each other by their hands. The girls on top yanked and pulled each other in the attempt to drown the other.
“I’m going to drop you, Lever,” Emily taunted. Craig responded with a dark and competitive smirk.
In spite of her verbose confidence, Emily was at a disadvantage. Keira overexerted with her yanks and tugs against Diane. Diane just wore the shit eatingest grin ever. She let Keira throw herself off balance. The sand of the lakebed twisted and slid under Emily’s feet. She was laughing, certain she was about to crash underwater. Craig let go of Diane’s knees. He grabbed Emily by the leg holes of her bathing suit. He pulled forward.Diane pushed Keira’s knees open. Craig closed in on Emily. The contest tossed the little brunette backwards to splash off of Emily’s shoulders. Craig pulled again; Emily stuttered forward.
“Craig don’t—” Emily shouted a heartbeat before Craig’s lips crashed upon around her own. God she felt lightning and responding fire in her skin. Fingers formed into fists. Her arms and shoulders jerked and flailed. She felt a tongue brushing aside her lips. Diane was stroking through Emily’s wet blonde hair. The blonde dropped her arms. The kiss was shattered. Her knees were like jelly as they dusted up the sand beneath her. Keira was right next to her. She looked up, not very much, to brown eyes.
“I didn’t want to do that, Keira!” Emily pleaded. “I just wanted Craig to back off without me being a bitch about it. I just needed Craig to have something! To have somebody. Diane, well it’s working wasn’t it? You do like him, right? I mean—I don’t know what I mean. I just—”
Keira shut Emily up. She grabbed two fists full of hair over Emily’s ears and pulled gently. They had a very sweet and silent kiss.
This feels like it should.
“It really does,” Emily agreed with her thoughts. She looked up towards Craig and Diane. “Don’t hate me.”
Craig brushed her hair over an ear and smiled support. Keira helped Emily to her feet. The teens split into pairs. Emily wanted to affirm to Keira how she felt. Their fingers intertwined. Keira pulled, Emily pressed through the water. Her hair kissed off droplets as she danced across Keira’s chest and turned in a lazy pirouette to stop, face to face.
The giggling roiled into bubbling as Keira climbed and cut down Emily. The girls disappeared in a flash. Emily’s eyes were brilliant against the lazy green brown of the lakebed. Sweet tasting water rushed in between lips accompanied by tongues. Keira mauled Emily’s breast.
A moan was a drink. A kiss was a sputtering cough. Keira was a stone on Emily’s chest. Fear mingled with lust as the American elevated the Canadian through the surface of the lake. Lake water cascaded from Keira’s smirk and dribbled over the clearly excited peaks of her tits.
“God dammit, Keira!” Emily was spitting and heaving. Huge gulps of air were being dragged down her throat. She had lain a hand flat over her chest as her lungs reasserted control. Emily’s eyes traced the smugness on Keira’s smile and couldn’t help but mirror it.
We’re going to fuck.
“We’re gonna fuck!” Emily’s voice carried across the lakewater but she couldn’t care. Keira’s smile blossomed to reveal her teeth. The brunette stepped forward and, with one hand, pulled Emily down into a sloppy kiss. The other hand grabbed Emily by the neck of her bathing suit.
“Shit!” Swearing into Keira’s lips just seemed to amplify the kiss. The sun burned gold. The late June heat was more a promise of warmth than the truth of it. Still, when the light hit the beaded water on her newly revealed breast, Emily felt the heat. She wanted to push Keira off of her, but was surprised to find that her arm was slightly pinned to her side. “Shit!”
Keira just naughtily nipped at Emily’s panicked frown. The blonde huffed, pulling her swimsuit back up over her breast.
“You’re impossible,” Emily exuded excitement, “what about Diane? Craig, your–Motherfucker…”
Emily had twisted to find Diane and Craig tearing into each other. Diane’s black and silver bikini top had been flung onto the shore. Her back was arched, her frizzy hair falling off her head, straightened by the weight of the water. Craig feasted. His hands held her by the backs of her hips. He was pulling a fattened nipple with lips and teeth.
Emily flashed hot to see them. She was so horny she didn’t realize she was angry. She was so angry she couldn’t understand her horniness. Keira settled a hand on Emily’s ass. Her wrist was immediately snapped up, but the blonde was dragging the brunette ashore.
Emily aimed for the little cottage. She wanted to slam the door shut and throw Keira onto the fluffy red armchair.
The water cleaved before Craig as he chased after Diane. Emily watched the two young bodies clear the shoreline. Craig appeared much more handsome today. Something about having a beautiful girl in his arms. Emily saw his shoulders and not his size. She saw his smile and not his face. She still liked his hair, even wet and plastered above his empty eyes. Diane was a sculpture of a love goddess. Her dark skin and curves were shimmering with lake water. Her ass was tight and round. Her breasts were swinging as she ran. Her feet trampled the bikini top that had been discarded. Wet fabric, dry sand and forward momentum reacted in a volatile snap.
“Shit fucker!” Diane’s voice echoed like a clarion call. Emily felt her skin ripple as a shudder was chased by an angry heat. Her lips twisted, what was on her lips wasn’t a smile.
Abby 1
Abby was through kicking, screaming, and pitching fits. Her grey eyes were puffed up and ringed with red. Her throat scratched worse than any hangover she had ever had. She was chained up, the magazine having been converted into a makeshift brig. Her stomach fought the lack of contents, her tunic having caught the last of her half digested meal.
The Pegasus sliced for home. It had been three years since she had smuggled herself on board. Eleven months since she had been home. She had been careful. That carefulness was a long time gone. She was still young enough to claim she was just not old enough to shave. She had mastered pissing off the railing. She swore, killed, drank, and fucked near as hard as anyone else serving Red Tom Gallivan.
If she had tears left, they’d have been streaming out of her eyes. Tom was dead. Six days it took, as the gutshot musket ball fouled his insides. Bray had wanted to flush a cask of rum down his throat and slit it in the blackout. Marshal didn’t go in to see the captain without loading his pistol. Abby and Argus had sent them all packing. She couldn’t let him die, scared for herself, what kind of world would it be without him? Argus wouldn’t give him an easy way out. A man died when he was called to, if he made the call himself he burned in hellfire.
Tom died. Not easy. And in her fear and doubt, Argus marched out. There was no second in command. No first mate. Red Tom Gallivan left no will, no instructions. Bray Lords, the quartermaster of the ship was the choice of the men. Abby would throw her lot in with Bray. But he didn’t step forward. He claimed he had too much work keeping the ship afloat; that it fell on someone else to make sure it had someplace to go.
Marshall Witt was a bloodthirsty monster. No one wanted him to lead, but the man had the devil’s own luck. What Bray commanded in affection and respect: Marshall rallied in fear and awe. And he didn’t want the command. Maybe he was smarter than he seemed. Abby figured he was only one misstep away from some bugger opening his throat in the night. Abby wagered it would be her knife.
Bright Eyes had a half dozen men pushing him forward, but the man couldn’t help but laugh it off. The bastard. He had never fired a gun, but was the first one over the side when it came time to raid. He was a skinny man, with wild blond hair and a near Indian tan. His teeth were a disconcerting white in a sea of crooked yellow. He drank like a fish and never tossed up. He had been Abby’s first. Seeing through her veneer when even Tom had seen her as a boy. Bright Eyes hadn’t touched her since, besides a hug or a push in drunken celebration. If Abby had the strength and the temperament after watching Tom waste away, she’d have been pushing Bright Eyes forward as hard as her mates.
That left Argus Winters. Chaplin and preacher. What business did he have on a warship full of thieves? He was here to save their souls. His claim, Abby had her doubts. He had a voice, a command, a way that demanded attention and respect. He wasn’t much of a sailor. He had never sat in the crow’s nest. He awkwardly climbed rigging. He lost his balance when taking a shit. He was nothing of a fighter. He stuck to Marshall’s side in the melee. He lost more pistol balls in the ocean than the rest of the crew combined. He was big though, broad and thick, and with his ax and Marshall’s fury he managed to find few men brave enough to close on him. Abby would have rathered Jolly take the command but that awkward lug couldn’t put two eyes forward or strap up his boots without her or Bray’s help.
Abby was chained up in the magazine. Her bare legs shivering as the October cold Atlantic split under The Pegasus. A woman is unlucky on a ship. A woman doesn’t wear trousers. A woman shuts her mouth when men have need to talk. Argus breathed because Bray had disarmed Abby. Her finger might be broken. She had punched the preacher hard enough to move her confinement from Tom’s newly recommissioned cabin to the magazine. Her brown hair was cracking; her lips were chapped and scabbed. She had her boots on, Bray had given them to her so she could kick the rats that thought her toes would be tasty.
The sunlight could cut through a few points in the caulking, and its appearance told Abby that she had been incarcerated for an entire night at least. The air smelt of sulphur and salt and she was dying of thirst. The latch on the door was torn open. Abby hoped it was Argus. She wanted to see his bruised jaw and practice her finest cusses. She feared it was Marshall. That man’s leers hadn’t changed from when she was supposedly a boy. She gulped in a breath after a surprising sigh. She had been holding her breath until the door opened.
“Abe.” Bray Lords was a square man. He was one of the few men in the crew that Abby matched in height. He had a beard that was so flecked with grey it made his black hair seem unnatural. He had a plank of wood with seared whitefish and nearly browned bits of turnip. The smell was not appetizing. Abby saw the jug in his left hand.
“Quartermaster,” Abby returned with respect.
“You’re going to need your hands to eat,” he said with a frown. That quickly became a smile. “How hard a punch do I merit?”
Abby pulled her feet back to her ass. Her tunic had covered anything a lady might find embarrassing, but for Abby that was only the chains. Bray set the tray and jug down on a powder keg. The chains weren’t locked with a key, but you needed a lever to bend the bolt out of the way to pull them open. Abby’s wrists were scratched up and discolored from the rust.
“I am looking forward to a pub,” Bray said as Abby took the jug and made a mess of her face and shirt pouring the grog down her throat. It was water, sterilized with a healthy splash of rum. She coughed up the first stomach full. Bray kept talking. “I’ve got my heart set on a big rack of ribs. Hell, I’d pretty much eat the whole pig. Seems like I hadn’t had a decent cut of meat in years.” Truth was, they were out of Jamaica for just twenty six days. Two of the sixteen goats they had picked up were still unbutchered. Abby let the conversation die until she had snapped up the cuts of fish.
“I’m not getting pitched off in Carter,” Abby looked up to Bray. The grey of her eyes a kind of steel.
“I don’t see how you can avoid it,” Bray shrugged. He had a second bottle apparently, it was a stale wine that was starting to taste like vinegar. Abby passed it back after two mouthfuls. “Not with Winters pulling the boat.”
“Then he can’t keep pulling the boat,” Abby understood. Shit, it made sense now that she had a stomach full of food and an eye free of tears.
“I ain’t calling for a mutiny.” Bray saw the glint in Abby’s eyes.
“And if I call for it?”
“So long as you don’t kill Argus, or even hurt him bad, I’ll pitch in.”
“This is the man who wouldn’t let you give Tom a bit of peace.”
“Neither did you, Abe.” Few of the crew still used the old name. Bray just figured it fit the hellion he had watched grow up.
“Because I loved him, and if Winters–”
“Can’t be a captain if you’re going to get pushed around by your crew,” Bray forced Abby to look up.
“Damn right, I can’t,” Abby stood up and swatted the splinters and ratshit from the ass of her tunic. “So put down the bottle and get on your feet. I don’t abide lollygaggers on my ship.” Bray smiled and rose to his feet. He pushed the door open and Abby stepped out into the hold. Marshall was there with a big knife and a keen smile. Three Bean had two pistols shoved into his pants and was shirtless under his dye running coat. Jolly wouldn’t stop looking at Abby’s legs. Bright Eyes was laughing.
“Gentlemen and scoundrels,” Abby bellowed, they definitely heard her on deck. “I think its time I went to my cabin and got my trousers.”
THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR