Play it cool, just go to bed.

Ashley blushed, yielding to her brother's soft lips before finally pulling away. “Night.” She smiled.

“Goodnight.” Her brother smiled back at her.

The young girl turned and walked into her room, trying to shake the look in her own brother's eyes. He had looked needy, like he wanted more from her. When she had excused herself there was almost a glint of...evil in his eyes.

Night turned to day and then back again, as the ship sailed through the never ending storm. The storm seem to get worse as they traversed its choppy waters. Lying in bed wondering what the future held, Ashley was startled by a scream so loud it pierced the howling winds, that swirled through the hull of the ship.

Leaping out of her bed, dressed only in a light black slip, and matching underwear, the busty beauty dashed into the hallway. The doors of the nearby rooms were all kicked in, and one of the mercenaries her brother had hired, lay dead on the floor. His sword was discarded nearby, and he wore only his pants, obviously having been resting or sleeping before he was struck down.

Looking up the hallway to the stairs leading up to the main deck, she saw her brother dressed in his full battle armor, his cowl low, his eyes glowing blue from the dark shadows of the hood. “I warned you sister.” The man said softly, with a wicked smile. “I warned you not to come.” His voice echoed, as if it were in a cavern, his intonation as cold as ice. “They are all going to die here.” Her brother said tapping the point of his huge blade against the wood beneath his metal boots.

A spark ignited from the tip of his blade, and oil she hadn't seen, burst into flames and began to spread rapidly across the floor and up the walls. “But not you. You're going to live. Because you're a Cross. You have no idea how much power lies within you. But you will learn. Goodbye my sweet Ash.” As the flame began to become a thick inferno blocking the way up, the knight turned and walked up the stairs, leaving his little sister to die in the growing conflagration of madness.

Suddenly Ash remembered the other hall. The back of this deck had the captains quarters, and two parallel halls with rows of living quarter, that led to two separate stairs leading up and down. Turning the busty girl dashed down the hall, trying to keep her footing on the rocking ship, as it crashed through the waves of the angered ocean.

Rounding the bend, she heard a thunderous sundering as the ship began to split in half. Dashing down the hall she saw her uncle Kyle standing on the other side of the fissure.

“Jump Ash!” He cried out over the screaming winds.

Steeling herself, the brave young woman darted forward and leapt through the shearing hallway. The ship continued to fall away, as the waves took the aft of the ship beneath the ocean's churning surface. She was caught in the spray, her body instantly soaked by the icy cold water. Kyle threw his hand out, as Ash missed the deck, and he barely snagged her wrist.

“Hold on!” Kyle screamed, trying to grab her with his other hand.

The water had made her skin slippery, and as she tried to reach up to take his hands, the stalwart man gasped in horror, as he lost his grip. Ashley fell backwards toward the cold deep ocean. As she fell, she could see every inch of his face, as tears spilled across his cheek. He was loosing her, just like he had lost his brother, and her mother. Did he know? Winter was lost to?

She felt the ocean hit, and her world turned black.

Gasping for air, the redhead spun around in shock, looking at a dimly lit cavern. She had to close her eyes to fight the sudden vertigo. She was hanging upside down, tied by ropes. Her ankles were bound as were her wrists, however they had left her hands in front of her, so that was a plus.

“Hello?” She called out softly, opening her eyes, and glancing around the dank cavern. “Hello!” She called out louder, noting the torches lining the walls at intervals. Had they all been lit, the place would be very bright, but only a sporadic few had life.

A masked soldier dressed in red leather armor and a matching leather mask came into the room. He turned his head glancing around for the noise he had heard, his gaze finally settling on her. Turning his head sideways he looked her over appreciatively

“Hi...” Ashley smiled confused.

The man grunted at her in annoyance. “Shut up bitch, we will get to you when we're ready.” He growled turning and heading back down the hall he had come from.

“Hey!?” Ash growled angrily.

Closing her eyes again to regain her composure, she opened them and glanced at the ropes on her hands. Then she bent her head and looked up at the ropes around her ankles. She wasn't hanging from the ropes, the ropes were hanging from a hook. Bending up she tried to hook the ropes around her wrists onto the hook. It took two tries, but she managed to hook herself in place. Awkwardly the half-elf began gyrating her hands up and down along the point of the hook, slowly sawing through the hemp ropes.

When the ropes gave she almost screamed, as she catapulted down and began bouncing wildly through the air. She had to close her eyes, and **** herself to hold her stomach at bay, as she nearly lost her previous meal. When she came to a rest she again flipped herself up, and grabbed the ropes the hook was hanging from. Lifting herself up, she brought her bound ankles over the hook. As she tried to spin around she lost her grip and plummeted the few feet between her and the floor. Having fallen out of trees before, she relaxed and took the hit, her left arm aching from the hard stone.

Rolling up onto her bum, she began working the ropes off her feet. It took a good amount of effort, but she was finally free. She glanced down at herself, and realized that she was only wearing her black bra and panties. Dusting herself off she got up and slipped quietly down the hall, keeping an eye out for the man who had left moments ago.

As she navigated the dim tunnel she could hear a slapping sound. She wasn't sure what it was. Then she began to hear some sort of, gagging. That sound reminded her of the merchant who had used her sweet lips for his own pleasure. Coming to a smaller cavern, with only one other exit, she saw three of the masked guards. Two of which, had their pants down, with a beautiful young Asian woman bent over between them. One was fucking her from behind, his hips slapping against her round, pert ass. The other was slamming his thick cock down her throat, causing her to gag over and over again. The last guard was watching, standing near the cavern wall, as he reveled in the poor girl's humiliation.