To sail once again

"It's good to see you all haven't been slacking." Mabelle chuckled as she saw her crew saluting her. Before her, squirming on the ground was none other than the rat that outed her. Her crew had escaped capture, as expected, but Mabelle hadn't been so lucky. After all, she was the big prize, who'd waste time on the stragglers when the big fish was prime for the taking.

In the end, it was Cyrus who reaped the rewards or rather, the clone of Cyrus that usurped Mabelle's body. Now in charge of the pirates, Cyrus knew he, or rather Mabelle would now need to pick up where she left out. Strutting across the ship, Mabelle looked at the miserable oaf who was bounded and gagged, her heels clicking across the floor.

"So you think, you can sell me out and just walk away." Mabelle chuckled as she dug her heel into the traitor's leg. She unsheathed her cutlass and then held it next to his neck. "You think you can just pull the wool over Captain Mabelle's eyes." She continued. She didn't even hesitate as she swung the cutlass down. The crew winced as they saw red spray across the deck. The man's screams of agony following not long after.

"Uh, uh." Mabelle scolded as she grabbed the man's lips and held them shut. "You don't get to speak or cry." She told him. With another swing the man's other leg was off. "There now they match." She told him as she pushed him down on his back. As the man bleed out, whimpering and crying in pain, she turned to one of her crew, her second in command.

"Throw him over board." She instructed to him.

"Eiy Eiy captain." Her crew mate said as he walked over and grabbed the worm by the collar. The traitor was soon tossed over into the shark infested water. He didn't last long, the moment he landed, the sharks devoured him, the blood flow from his severed legs sending them into a frenzy. Mabelle looked over with a dark expression, a small smile forming on her lips as she saw the traitor be devoured.

"Resume course." She told her crew. "We have a lot of ocean to cover, and I don't need those imperial bastards on our tail. I'm going to retire for the night, so make sure we reach to Black Water Port before sun rise." She told them as she headed to her quarters.

Once Mabelle was in her quarters she waited for a moment, listening to her men outside. No one seemed to questioned her, no one argued. It seemed like they had impersonated her well enough, and the Captain's crew were loyal as ever.

After a few minutes, Cyrus let out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. Pretending to be the pirate captain had been challenging. Not because he had any moral reserves on how he had to act, he was fine killing the traitor, after all as a scientist he had performed numerous in human experiments. No, what bothered him, was having to play a straight face through the whole ordeal. He had no emotional attachments but needed to act like he was Mabelle. Additionally, he had to feign anger at the traitor while also reigning in his own desire to enjoy Mabelle's body.

He could feel it. When he let Mabelle's personality surface, he could feel the high she got, when she was dominating and punishing the fool. He could feel the persona calling for him to do more to the fool, but he dare not risk spending more time than needed. Now alone, he would relieve Mabelle in private. Cyrus carefully undressed her, taking ample note of their now nude body. Mabelle didn't have the flawless skin his other hosts' had been fortunate to have. No, she was scarred and marked on all sides, with numerous cuts and bruises left over from all her encounters.

But where there was minus, there were also some pluses. Her body was far more toned than either Esther or Nia. Mabelle was muscular to the say the least. She had a lean frame that was very well defined when she flexed herself. Her body was so much tighter than the others, so much stronger and limber. Cyrus was able to easily do cartwheels around the room, doing hand stands and such. Sure Mabelle was less sensitive than the others, especially in certain areas. But now that she was aroused, good grief, was she feeling it. Cyrus would enjoy this night with Mabelle.