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_The Unsinkable Cassiopeia, Pt. I, Section A, Chapter 1, Subsection (a)_
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The ruggedly handsome, dashingly charming Captain Thoth stood upon the top
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deck looking out onto remains of the Kitty Litter, the heaving behemoth of
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a ship in its last death throes, belching forth midnight smoke from the
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gaping mouth of a wound that occasionally still licked with a tongue of
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sunset flame, sinking ever deeper into the velvet embrace of the sea. T'was
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a good battle, the captain reflected, admiring the accuracy at which he
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himself delivered the fatal pyrotechnics from the catapult of doom.
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His dastardly attention soon turned toward his prize, the Princess Cassiopeia.
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It was she who prompted this daring attack upon a royal trireme. Oh, how
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magnificent she looked, thought Thoth, thoroughly enthralled. She yet
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struggled, albeit weakly, against her bonds. The uncaring wind whipped
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pass, running its fingers through her corn-silk manes and tugging suggestively
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at her torn and tattered dress. Aye, she makes a very attractive mast
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decoration, indeed.
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Ah, t'would be exquisite if he could but sit and admire the Princess'
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beauty and underwear all day long, but the afternoon wears on, crawling
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inexorably toward that point in time where it will pass the torch to
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its sibling, the evening. Things must be done before that point, loots
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to count, maids to violate, people to kill. Thoth turned away with a
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great sense of loss from the woman he had forceably kidnapped from the
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fools they called the royal bodyguards. "OT!" the captain bellowed, mostly
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because he can't pronounce Orbis Tenebrius (probably can't spell it, either).
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"Come here and let's enjoy some of our good fortunes!"
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Orbis, the young and impressionable recruit, sprang up to where the
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captain was standing.
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"Sure Captain", Orbis tittered, "how about letting me...", he trailed off,
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looking once at the whip in his hand and then glancing toward the center
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mast, where Princess Cassi had finally given up on struggling against what
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must be impossibly tight restraints.
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"Why would you want to do that?" The captain inquired.
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"I need a reason?" Orbis looked baffled.
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"HAW! HAW! That's the way to think, Boy!" He slapped Orbis soundly on the
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back. "Why don't we go over and take a closer look at the fair lady?"
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Thoth puts his arm around Orbis' shoulders and led him toward the Princess.
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The Princess, exhausted from hours of struggling, now hangs mutely on
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the ropes, her hair matted from her sweat and the ocean mist. Her head
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jerked up, however, at the approaching footsteps--footsteps she is now
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intimately familiar with--those that belonged to the dread pirate Thoth.
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She stared deep into the ebony eyes of the dread pirate, trying desperately
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to read her fate in those enigmatic oculi. He glared back at her with
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such maliciousness that she turned her head away in fear, only to look
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into the visage of the young Orbis. Her demeanor softens momentarily as
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she looked into a pure soul in this orgy of lust and disgust. Immediately,
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however, she realized that she had been fooled, for the whip in Orbis' hand
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hung expertly in the breeze, portending events to come--events that she did
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not look forward to at all, yet (literary device called "foreshadowing").
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"Good face, eh?" Thoth grabbed her by the chin before she can pull away from
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his rough grip.
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"Yes, but she doesn't have too much up here", he pointed toward her chest.
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"Naw, you don't need them. Them big'uns don't feel the stings of that
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whip as well a nice, tight configuration. Besides, the extra flesh just
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gets in the way of a good pattern."
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"OK, if you say so", Orbis agreed dubiously.
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"Why don't you whip them..er..her a few times and see?" Thoth suggested,
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wiping slobber from the corner of his mouth.
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"Sure. Could you remove her dress?"
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"Naaah. Let's see how far you've progressed with that whip. Why don't
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you take the dress off with it?"
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Orbis stepped and cocked his arm back. Cassi's eyes widened, then
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clamped shut tightly, in anticipation of the first taste of the well
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oiled leather. She was not disappointed. The first few blows landed
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expertly and shredded her already tattered dress. The next few ripped
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and disengaged all of her underthings. Soon Cassi stood, tied, in her
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naked glory (hey, don't ask me how the ropes stayed on while the dress
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got torn away. OT is an _expert_, OK? Sheesh.)
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During this ordeal, Cassiopeia never let out a sound. She squirmed and
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bled, but never let out a sound. She was not going to give her tormenters
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the satisfaction of hearing her scream, even if she has to bite through
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her lower lip to keep quiet. She was determined.
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Thoth, too, was determined--determined to break this haughty taughty
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woman lashed to his mast. Even so, he was quite impressed by her deter-
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mination. Orbis, too, was determined--he was determined on reproducing
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the Los Angeles freeway system on Cassi's chest, had such a system existed
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at such a place. All three of them was quite deterministic.
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Finally, after what seems like an hour of non-stop whipping, Orbis became
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visibly tired. Thoth noticed and decided to give Cassi a few blows himself.
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He's not satisfied until he has licked her in this game of endurance.
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Just when Thoth had cracked every joint in his body in preparation for
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his masterful strokes upon the now crimson Princess, a shout from an
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unknown extra wafted down from the crow's nest:
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"Ship on the horizon, Captain!"
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Shit, Thoth cursed under his breath. "Who is it? Can you make out his
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color?"
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"No sir, not yet...Wait...I've got it! *gasp* It's...HIM!"
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