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*Author's Note: I was a little hesitant sharing this one. There were some parts I feel like it could have been written better. This story was written shortly after A Swapping of Roles so it shares a bit of a theme with it. Anyway I hope you all enjoy it. - halfpint51" I found myself waking up in a rather strange room, the only source of light was coming from the window which was being illuminated by the morning sun. My head was a bit groggy as I sat up from the bed in which I was lying on, the mattress was pretty stiff and my back was not thankful for it. Looking around the room I saw I was in some log cabin, the realization hitting me like a ton of bricks. My name is Scott Brenson, the son and heir of the Brenson's fund. That's right, my family was super filthy rich and because of it I lived a pretty good life. I was 25 years old and had just gotten out of grad school, we're talking Ivy League status. Pretty good stuff, that was until a while back there had been reports of other wealthy families kids just up and disappearing by some guy who called himself "Scar". From what I had heard he was your 21st century pirate and I don't mean your "sit at the computer all day" kind. I mean full fledged roaming the seven seas kind of pirate. His whole thing was to kidnap the children of wealthy families and use them to get ransom money. Parents would quickly pay the money he demanded, no matter the cost, as long as they got their child back from him. It wasn't unusual for every few months to hear about another child being taken, the ages ranged from teens to their late twenties. So of course I fit the bill. I remember walking out to my car to go grab something from the store and the rest gets a little fuzzy. Scar had this island of his that was off the coast somewhere, nobody was really sure where exactly but it was obvious that I was here. Getting out of the crappy bed I walked over to the window and saw the rusty metal bars blocking any way of escape. From what I could see there were a few buildings in the distance along a trail. I figured those were where the bastard himself slept and plotted his schemes. By now he had probably gotten in touch with my folks and was demanding money for my safe return. Pulling myself away from the window I tried the door which looked like it was made of solid wood. Sure enough it was locked, bolted, and you name it. I turned away from the door and saw there was a rickety looking wooden chair in the corner of the room just a few inches from the bed. "How did I miss that?" I wondered as I went and tested to whether it would hold my weight. The damn thing creaked so loud it could have woken up the dead. I decided against sitting on the thing in fear that it'd break. Without much to do I paced around the lodge-cabin thing. Eventually I heard a knock at the door and braced myself, whoever was knocking would surely open the door then I could make my escape. "I'm coming in. Don't try any stupid shit or I'll be forced to subdue you. I'm just bringing you your meal for the morning," the person behind the door said as they started to open the door. I was ready to try and make my move as I watched the door open slightly. It was just enough for the guy to slip in a tray and then slam it shut by the time I made it across the room. Slamming my fists against the door I yelled out at the man as he left. Running over to the window I watched as he walked down the trail, turning back just to smile at me. I was furious, I punched the window pane which was made of thick glass, all I managed to do was hurt my hand. Looking over at the food on the tray my body let me know how hungry it was but I didn't care and kicked the tray. Food splattered all over the wall across from me. I didn't really care about the mess it made as I went and sat at the edge of the bed. "Get me off this fucking island," I said to myself as I fell back onto the bed. *** "Is that Brenson brat secure?" I asked. "Yes sir...he's in the cabin. I just dropped food off to him and he tried to bum rush the door" Dalton replied. I sighed. "Of course he did...don't they all. I'd hate to have to drug him but if he becomes a bother...we will. We had to with that deplorable Adams bitch," I responded taking a seat in my favorite chair. "When are you going to contact the family?" "Soon," I said flippantly to my second in command. "Let the family stew for awhile and wonder...along with pretty boy in there." Dalton chuckled. "Out of my sight...I need to rest," I said waving a hand. "Yes sir, Scar sir," Dalton responded as he turned to leave. "Who's on duty tonight?" I called out as he was leaving. Dalton turned and looked puzzled for a moment before he remembered "Peters and Trembly are on the walk and I think Martinez and Foster are in the towers" "Good...Go," I replied shutting my eyes. After I heard the door slam shut to my cabin I allowed myself a moment to relax. "Yo Ho...a pirate's life for me," I said sarcastically to the four walls. I got up and poured myself a generous portion of whisky. "How many more?" I asked myself taking large sips at a time. I looked around the walls of the spartan cabin. I had made tens of millions of dollars kidnapping and ransoming rich kids off over the world the last several years but with more sophisticated tracking techniques; my world was shrinking. Just like how these walls felt to me anymore...closer...tighter. "Maybe I'll make this one the last one," I thought recalling the several close calls my crew and I had dodged in taking Scott Brenson. "Or maybe I'm just getting old" My quarters on this island were designed to not garner attention. The money was safely stashed away where pirates more dangerous than me roamed: Offshore banks and Wall Street. "Pay off the boys and disappear," I thought. "My luck is running out; I can sense it" The cabin had a few rooms to roam through including a separate bedroom and bathroom, which I stepped into now. I splashed some cool water on my face and looked into my own eyes as I ran my finger down the large scar I had on the right side of my face. I was lucky to still have my eye as it had been a deep cut from my hairline down to my cheek. "Scar's as good a name as anything," I remember thinking at the time. It played well on the news and struck just enough fear into the hearts of poor little rich kids the world over. No one would ever guess my real identity or the one I was slowly and meticulously crafting when it was time to hang it up and disappear. Part of that new identity was in the bedroom in the form of a laptop computer with an untraceable IP address. It allowed me to track where my money was going during the day and since I was anticipating a new large deposit soon, I began to look for new companies to invest in. "EWL Industries...Hmmm." I did a quick search on the company bringing up a picture of their CEO and a few pages stating what they produced. I had never heard of them but there was an IPO in progress so I bought several thousand shares. I shut off the modern world and took a walk outside. The cool breeze coming off the ocean was refreshing to say the least. I looked across the way to where my most recent quest was staying and laughed "Enjoy your time here Mr. Brenson...I hope your parents pay up quickly...I've grown impatient with this game." I toasted him with my drink from afar. After my walk along the beach I returned to my cabin and for some reason. I checked my laptop again "New message! That's impossible!" I yelled. "Who the fuck found me here! I'll kill whomever traced me to this location along with that stupid motherfucking hack who told me this piece of shit was untraceable and foolproof!" I was furious and fumed about until I saw a picture appear on the screen of a pretty blonde woman who looked vaguely familiar "Who are you and how did you find me?" I sneered. "Now now, I have my ways," the woman said patiently. "You have made a grave mistake in contacting me." She smiled and looked down momentarily. When she looked up and stared into her webcam, there was a look in her eyes that defied definition "No, it is you who has made a grave mistake." And with that she was gone. *** "Let me out!" I yelled. "Scar you piece of shit!" I banged my fists against the damn door till my arms got too tired and it felt like my hands were about to bleed if they hadn't already been. I sat down in the creaky chair in defeat. Looking over at the food on the ground made my stomach growl but I wasn't about to give in to this monster. I wasn't sure how many hours had passed before I heard another knock at the door. The barred window next to the small bed showed the sun was setting so I knew it was at least the evening. I was sitting in the chair when I heard a booming voice, the same from earlier telling me to not get any funny ideas as they cracked the door open. "You best eat you little shit. Otherwise you're starving till morning. You're lucky Scar even feeds ya. If I were in charge you little shits would barely get anything," Dalton said sliding the new tray and closing the door just as quickly. "Sleep tight Benson boy and I'll be here in the morn to feed your sorry ass again." "Fuck you asshole," I muttered under my breath. I waited a few minutes before I walked to the new tray of food. It looked like shit compared to what I'm used to eating but with how hungry I was, well beggars can't be choosers. Of course Scar didn't provide any utensils so I was forced to use my hands to eat this... slop. It tasted just as bad as it looked. Forcing myself not to puke as I finished swallowing the first bite. The next few bites I had to plug my nose just so I couldn't taste it. When I finished the meal and unplugged my nose the taste came rushing back and I about puked. I looked around the place hoping to find a toilet and luckily found another door that opened to a slightly damp looking bathroom. The floor looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years and the toilet wasn't looking much better. I slammed the handle down and heard the toilet start to drain. After holding my head over the toilet for a few minutes I gave up on the notion that I was going to puke. Walking out of the tiny bathroom, I slumped down on the bed. The mattress wasn't very thick and I could just feel the wires under it, not enough to be uncomfortable but enough to be annoying. "That bastard couldn't even provide a pillow," I thought as I laid there. "He'll get his someday..." *** I stared at the blank screen simply blinking. "I can't believe that bitch found me let alone threatened me. I know I usually kidnap children but in her case, I could make an exception...kidnap her...have her sign over her company to me...then kill her," I thought. "I would slit her hamstrings first so she couldn't run, then begin cutting her all over to bleed her out...woman could stand to lose a little blood," I chuckled to myself just before I doubled over in severe pain. I grabbed my sides and wrapped my arms around my stomach. "Oh God," I murmured to myself, sweat breaking out across my brow and upper lip. I licked my lips and ran my tongue up to my moustache tasting the salty tang. The pain seemed to pass and I stood up straight but as I did, my head began to throb at my temples. "AH!" I let out a quick exclamation of pain. "Water...I need water," I said in a raspy voice stumbling to my bathroom. A wave of dizziness broke over me and the room swam around me. I shut my eyes and took an ambling step forward. The next thing I knew, I was falling forward, landing on my knees with a sharp pain and slamming the palms of my hands in the ground to catch myself from going face first. My head slumped forward and I caught a quick glance backward to my hands. It was odd to me because I could only see my fingers poking out from the sleeves of my shirt and I thought that when I fell, I had felt my pants tug under my boots as if I had stepped on them. As I tried to catch my breath, my stomach and chest tightened again and I winced at the pain searing through my body. "What the hell?" I gritted out between my clenched teeth as tendrils of long blonde hair clouded my peripheral vision. I concentrated and could feel my hair growing. I kept my brownish gray hair cut very short but now I could feel hair pulling out of the back of my head and brushing off of my cheeks and ears and forehead. My arms shook from the pain and I couldn't move them to brush the hair out of my face. I licked my lips and pushed my tongue upwards across my smooth upper lip. "Where's my...what's happening to me?" ran frantically through my mind. Using all my strength, I rolled over to a sitting position and brought my hands up. I yanked on this strange hair that was surrounding my face and felt pain in my scalp at the roots of my hair as my head dipped to the side. "Ow!" I yelled out. My eyes went wide and my skin went pale as I registered what I heard. "That's not my voice," I thought to myself. "What's going on?" "That's not my voice," I said out loud scaring myself in the process. "What in the wide world of shit is going on?" My voice was much higher and sounded quite feminine. "I've got to look in the mirror," I realized but seeing it up on the wall seemed a long way away. It took several deep breaths and a few moments of trying to get my legs to work before I stood up wobbly and weak. My clothes felt heavy on me like they were several sizes too large. Trying to take a step in my black boots took an effort like walking through deep snow. It was only two steps to be in front of the mirror but it seemed like it took forever, like the world was moving in slow motion. I've been pirating for 10 years now and I've seen a lot of things and a lot of different reactions. The crushing realization of what has happened and where someone is and that their fate is out of their hands brings out a certain look in a person's eyes. There's a combination of shock, horror, fear, anger, and confusion. When I looked in the mirror, I saw that look. My mouth fell open and my eyes went wide in fear and shock. Reflected back at me was the face of a very young woman with a scar running from her hairline to her cheek on the right side. Other than the scar, I recognized nothing about the face. Long blonde hair and short light eyebrows, big blue eyes, small pert nose, apple round cheeks, full pink lips with straight white teeth and a round chin looked back to me and moved in accordance with my moves. Smooth, flawless skin like pale milk was there instead of my ruddy complexion. The girl in the mirror looked no older than 20; half my age at least. My breathing increased and my chest tightened. I looked down in panic and saw that my shirt was huge on me. My fingers barely poked out from the bottoms of my sleeves as I began to unbutton my white shirt. Finally, I gave up fumbling and pulled as hard as I could sending buttons flying around the room as I yanked open my shirt. "No," I said softly, I couldn't speak any louder for anything. The same smooth pale skin continued now across my much smaller torso. I was tiny and frail looking; skinny and weak. I looked back up and noticed how much higher the sink and mirror were to me now. I had been 6'5," and weighed 220 pounds but just gauging where my chin was in the mirror, I couldn't be much taller than 5 feet. My sleeves flapped and waved in the breeze against my thin arms as I finally witnessed a change first hand. My nipples throbbed and puffed up and mass began to build outward. Small round breasts formed on my chest growing outward before settling in and down on my trim chest. I could see my ribs showing when I sucked in as my stomach went flat and my waist pulled in, sucking inward away from my tan pants. My hips spread outward to at least keep them up momentarily as my ass began to push out and become round and prominent on my backside. "This can't be happening; this is impossible," ran through my mind even as I watched myself changing and becoming someone entirely different looking. I tried to unbutton my pants but my fingers wouldn't work. They spasmed and locked out splayed just as I tried to get them to work. My fingers began to thin and shrink backward even as slightly longer nails grew out. They got small enough to become entirely swallowed up by my sleeves. In frustration I shoved my pants down along with my underwear. I looked down in time to see my hips take my thighs outward rounder and fuller. As the tops of my legs came together with new curves, my penis stood straight out. I swallowed with a sense of what was coming overcoming me. It began to get smaller and smaller as I watched. It lost length and girth simultaneously pulling back until it retreated into my body. "Fuck," I said as my testicles rose up as a slit opened where my penis had been and folds of skin began to lay out and fold into a shape I knew well. The testicles popped up and pulled in through my new vagina and travelled deep into my body, rearranging and repurposing themselves rapidly. The shock of switching genders left me completely dumbfounded. "How is this happening?" I thought as my legs continued to change. They shrank down and became hairless and soft and smooth with that same pale skin. I tried to lift my foot up but the weight of the boot was tremendous. I found that by simply angling my foot back, I slipped right out of the boots, socks and pants. I saw a very small and delicate foot emerge from my clothes followed by a second one that I put bare onto the floor. Wearing just a huge white shirt and nothing else, I felt a jabbing sensation in my abdomen. "Shit that hurts," I grimaced out while being bent over by the pain. My tiny hands went to my stomach and pressed down. With that additional pressure, I felt my hands begin to lift up and out. A new wave of confusion washed over me. "What now?" I thought helplessly. My stomach was becoming round, popping out of my small frame. It continued to rise despite my pushing back on it. My new stomach obscured my view of my lack of a penis and eventually my feet as it continued to grow larger and rounder. Finally, it stopped and my mind finally comprehended: I had not only become a very small female, I had become a very small and pregnant female. I had always prided myself on never being surprised by anything. I thought out every possible scenario and every possible thing that could go wrong in all of my work; it was what had kept me alive and had gotten me rich. For the first time in my life, I was surprised and I let my guard down: I screamed. *** I suddenly woke up to the sound of someone screaming. As I laid there, I could hear the screaming again and this time it sounded like a woman. "What the fuck...?" I muttered as I sat up and stretched. The only source of light was the moonlight shining through the barred window. It was enough to light up the room just enough for me to get my bearings. Standing up from the bed I walked over to the window and peered out. I could see the ocean a good couple miles out which made my stomach churn. I was never a fan of the ocean after a boating accident back when I was seven. Our boat had collided with some unseen rocks and about sank the boat. The thoughts made me shudder as I remembered sitting in the cabin as water rushed in from all sides and my parents screaming to get me to move. Ever since the ocean and I just never got along, I quickly stepped away from the window as I felt like I was going to be sick again. As I shuffled over to the side of the cabin that wasn't as lit, hoping to find that nasty bathroom again. My feet never lifted off the ground as I felt around like someone who was blind, eventually finding the rusty handle and swung the door open. As I spent another time standing over the toilet it sounded like the screaming was getting even louder, this time I swore I could make out some of the voices. The only one I could really recognize was that asshole who had been bringing me my past couple meals and from the tone of his voice, he didn't sound very happy. Shuffling out of the bathroom I made my way over to the door and put my ear up against it. The voices were super close, like almost to the door. I briefly panicked and quickly ran over to the bed and practically jumped on it as I faced the wall next to it acting like I was asleep. I could hear the locks being undone and the door opening as it sounded like someone was being thrown inside. Whoever it was, was really screaming and I tried my best to lay perfectly still. The only problem was it was getting really difficult as the door quickly slammed shut and the person stuck in here with me was banging their fists against the door. In between bangs I could hear the person, who was clearly a girl by the sound of her voice, yelling things like "do you know who I am?" or "let me out you fucking bastards!" or even "when I get out of here I'll cut off your fucking heads!". Eventually the screaming subsided and for my own safety I continued to lay there in silence... *** I couldn't stop screaming. My mind had shut off any and all rational thought and primal fear kicked in. I heard footsteps approaching fast but I still couldn't tear my eyes away from my own much different body. "Boss! Are you okay in there?" I took a breath and tried to answer but all I could do was scream again. "We're coming in! Don't shoot!" I heard Dalton yell from the other side of the door. The door flew open and in came Dalton, Martinez and Trembly. They all stood still once they came in, machine guns raised and at the ready. "Who the fuck are you, ya filthy whore?" Dalton said coming at me. I stopped screaming long enough to try to talk but I merely stammered. "I asked you a fucking question ya twat," Dalton said grabbing my upper arm through the fabric of my shirt. His massive hand wrapped entirely around my upper arm and he threw me across the room with ease. I stumbled to keep my balance as I was hurled across the room. I noticed the guns of my henchmen were still trained on me as I careened around. I got my footing and spun around to face them. "Stand down!" I finally yelled out in as forceful a voice as I could. "Don't come any closer or I'll have you flayed alive!" "What are talking about little girl?" Dalton said, his eyes wide with fear, confusion and hatred. "What did you do with Scar?" "You fucking blind toad; I am Scar," I said flipping back the long blonde hair to show off my only remaining feature they would recognize. "Now stand down!" "Look at her stomach Dalton...bitch is pregnant," Martinez said, never lowering his gun a centimeter. "What would Scar want with a pregnant little bitch like you? He obviously wasn't fucking you...did he take you all by himself and not tell us? Where is he?" Dalton said coming closer again. "Your Daddy got money?" I circled around and made a quick move fully intending to cut Dalton's achilles tendon but for the fact that I was now pantless and had no access to a weapon as I slapped at my bare hip. "Feisty one," Dalton said placing his palm on my forehead and forcing me to my knees. I bared my teeth and began to thrash about, swinging wildly with my fists. Dalton caught both of my fists in one hand and pushed me backwards. My heels slid across the floor until I was put up against the wall. I didn't even come up to Dalton's armpit in this state. "I know you don't recognize me but you must believe me; I am Scar. I've been turned into this by some...some magic or something." Dalton grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. My eyes didn't even catch up to the spin when I felt him hit me at the base of my neck with his massive closed fist. The blow dropped me to my knees and I felt my whole body sag. "Grab some rope," I heard him say in my semi-dazed state. My arms were yanked behind me until my shoulders burned in pain as I felt my wrists tied. Someone grabbed my ankles and lifted them up to tie them as well. "Lady; I don't know who you are or where you came from, but you're going in the cell until Boss gets back and tells us what to do to you," Dalton said picking me up and trying to sling me over his shoulder. I screamed as loud and as long as I could directly into his ear and he dropped me. I began to scramble up when a firm slap came ringing across my cheek. Trembly stood above me while Martinez moved up and stuck the gun against the side of my head. "Shut your fucking mouth if you don't want to get one in the head right now," he said. With the gun still trained on me I saw Trembly grab my feet as Dalton got under my arms and together they carried me up the hill to the cabin. I squirmed as much as I could but I was pretty much helpless knowing that the AR-57 I had equipped my men with was trained on me. At the door, Trembly put my feet down and untied my feet. I brought my knee up as fast as I could and heard his nose crack as it connected. "You fucking whore!" Dalton yelled and smacked me across the mouth. He took one of his massive thumbs and shoved it straight down on a pressure point above my collarbone which dropped me to my knees. "Bitch broke my fucking nose," I heard Trembly say in a nasal tone as he stumbled a few steps off, blood spurting out. "I can kill her right now Dalton," Martinez said excitedly. "No! We don't know what Scar has planned for her. If he gets back and finds out we killed her just because she put up a fight, he'd kill all of us." Dalton looked me over. "No, throw her naked ass in." "You're making the biggest mistake of your life. When I return to normal, I will make you pay with your lives," I said defiantly as the door was opened. "Whatever whore," Dalton said as he shoved me in the back through the door. Once inside, I lost my temper once again. I began to pound and kick the door as hard as I could all the while screaming out obscenities and threats to no avail. I turned around in the dank dark room. I saw that Brenson brat lying on the bed with his back to me as if anyone could possibly have slept through the scene I had just caused. I needed to think. Some force had taken my body and my identity but I still had my mind. Brains had saved me before and I would need them now more than ever but I needed to time to think. "You," I said in my now hoarse and weak voice. "Fuckstick" Scott turned slowly toward me, eyes wide in the moonlight. "Get off my fucking bed," I told him. He scurried up and off and waved his hand to it. I guess seeing a half naked pregnant woman caused his chivalrous side to wake up. I stalked past him barely coming up to his chin as I past by. I curled up on the bed with my face to the wall and my whole bottom half hanging out nude. I didn't care; I had to think. *** I was really confused what just happened. Scar's men just threw in a half naked pregnant woman and she just commandeered the bed from me. In most cases I would have told the person to fuck off but I guess I was feeling pretty damn polite in the moment. "Who the fuck are you?" I finally asked pacing around the room. "Fuck off," the woman yelled back still facing away from me. "I'm trying to think." "Oh ok. Yeah sounds good. Whatever I don't want any explanation of what the fuck just happened!" I sighed and went and sat down in the stupid squeaky chair. Rocking back and forth made the damned thing squeak louder than I expected. After only a few rocks I heard the woman yell to stop rocking the damn chair or she was going to break my legs. I just laughed and decided to test my luck. I rocked it as hard and as quick as I possibly could making as much noise as possible. Due to the amount of noise I was making and the fact the room was barely lit up, I didn't realize the woman was standing in front of me. Before I knew it I felt my arm being grabbed and I was yanked out of the chair flying forward and landing on my stomach. "What the fuck lady?" I spat out, taking a mental note that I almost bit my tongue off. "I told you to stop and you didn't," she huffed. "Now leave me alone." I quickly scrambled up on my feet and walked right up to her. I didn't realize how much taller I was then her but I also wasn't about to take shit from some lady. I grabbed her shoulder to turn her around and she tried to side swipe me with her leg. Pushing her away saved me from landing on my ass yet again. She came back at me and grappled my body and ran me right into the bed. Somehow I managed to turn my body so it was this feisty woman landing on her back on the bed instead of me. She cried out in pain from the metal springs pushing into her back as I landed right on top of her. "Get the fuck off me!" I felt her squirm and try and push me off. She started to punch me with her left hand while making sure the right side of her face was covered by her blonde hair. I managed to readjust myself so my legs were on either side of her and pressed hard against her legs so she couldn't kick me anymore. I grabbed her hand that was making a feeble attempt to punch me and lifted it far above her head. "Jesus Christ lady..." I said in between breaths. "You're quite the firecracker. Now, I want some answers." Again she tried to squirm and I tightened my grip much to her discomfort. I had forgotten she was pregnant, or at least she looked like it. Her belly was just barely touching my stomach as I continued to hold her. "If I let you go will you answer my questions? I don't want either of us to get hurt," I sighed still keeping my grip on her just incase. "Y-Yes...!" she finally responded. I carefully loosened my grip, didn't need her to get any bright ideas. I let go of her hand which would be my downfall as she quickly headbutted mine, knocking me completely off of her and falling to the floor unconscious. *** "Soft little Momma's boy," I panted out looking at the body lying at my feet. He wouldn't be out for long but it was enough that he knew who he was dealing with. I dragged the chair over to right next to the bed. I climbed up on the bed and put my back to the wall as I sat up. The cold hard surface actually felt good against my aching lower back. I stretched my legs out until my feet sat on top of the chair and I crossed my ankles. "Fucker can sit on the floor," I said to myself. I knew there were no supplies in the cabin and the window opened only a crack to let in some fresh air. I was stuck here until I figured out a way to escape. "I have to use what I have now," I thought to myself, my hand tracing down the middle of my chest between my small but perky breasts. "Fuckstick over there can be a human shield if I need someone to take a bullet...but flashing some tit at Peters, that weak minded dick, should be able to buy me a moment." Plans swirled in my mind; I'd have to use their fear of me to my advantage. Even if I couldn't intimidate them physically, dropping my own name and making up a good story of who I was and why I had been "kidnapped," could buy me some time. "Ooo," I said putting my hand to the top of my stomach. I had a pressing sensation against my ribs; it was the strangest thing I had ever felt in my life. I could tell something was moving inside of me. "Oh shit; I really am fucking pregnant. That's not going to help me...just going to slow me down," I said with my hands moving around as the baby moved inside of me. I was trying to track it as it flipped around kicking me several times in the process. I heard Scott begin to stir and move on the ground. "Ah...my head," he moaned. "Don't ever fucking touch me again," I said, my arms folded over my chest protectively. "If you even come near me again, I'll rip your goddamn fingers off and pluck your own eyes out with them; are we clear." "How the hell did Scar even catch you; you're the meanest thing I've ever met," Scott said groggily getting to his feet and staggering around. "Sit on the floor across the way from me. You lost your chair privileges Fuckstick," I said. "I have a name...you don't have to keep calling me Fuckstick," Scott said as he went and sat on the floor with his back propped up against the wall. "I know your name Scott," I said. "I know enough about you, you rich little fuck" "But I don't know anything about you. You must be rich too if Scar kidnapped you too," Scott said. I fumed thinking about my money. I had made up several aliases that were all useless to me now unless I got my body back. "You have no idea," I said quietly. "Can I at least know your name?" Scott asked. "Natasha," I said succinctly. "You don't sound Russian," Scott said trying to get more out of the conversation. "I grew up in New York City Fuckstick," I snapped. "My parents are Russian though; my father is in mining and drilling of natural resources in Russia. Vladimir Putin was at my 18th birthday party. Scar's little henchmen picked on the wrong person this time," I said putting out a backstory that I hoped would get Scott's attention and hopes up. *** I just chuckled and explained my backstory. She didn't act like she really cared but I continued and when I finished I sat there. This... Natasha was really freaking mean and I wasn't exactly sure why. It was whatever, she was still pissed from getting captured and I knew exactly how she felt. Scar was a real piece of shit for kidnapping a pregnant chick, none of the stories from the news ever said anything about the girls being pregnant. "So that Scar is a real piece of shit, eh?" I said trying to strike up a conversation. "Yeah," she replied. She was making this really difficult and I just sighed. I closed my eyes and rested my head back against the wall. I figured she wouldn't let me sit next to her on the bed especially after earlier. The moon was still shining brightly through the window and I had to scoot over a bit to keep it from shining right in my face. I began to nod off a bit, I wasn't even trying to keep myself awake. I could just barely make out the woman sitting on the bed but it was enough to see that she was still watching me. Almost like she was studying me which I thought was weird. Of course that was the last thing I remember before I found myself waking up to the sound of knocking on the door. "Alright you two fuckers, breakfast is here," Dalton said as he opened the door and shoved in a tray with a meal for two people. I could hear him talking to someone else as they left, something about Scar having disappeared out of the blue. I stood up groggily and walked over to the food. It some eggs that looked poorly scrambled and a couple pieces of toast with two water bottles. I grabbed myself a piece of toast and some eggs and sat back down where I had fallen asleep. "Ugh. I got a kink in my neck from sleeping like that," I thought to myself as I bit into the burnt piece of toast. Looking forward I saw that Natasha was asleep or so I thought. She was lying on her side and facing the wall again. I took a few swigs from the water bottle and screwed back on the cap. I saw the chair was open and slowly stood up and picked it up, putting it right up against the wall so it wouldn't squeak when I sat down on it. I slowly lowered myself down onto the seat and just as I was about to lean my back into it the damn thing squeaked. I paused waiting for Natasha to wake up and freak the fuck out on me. She didn't seem to stir as I let out a sigh of relief and sat all the way back in the chair making it squeak. "God damn it!" I said a bit too loud and knew I fucked up as the woman across the room started to wake up. *** "Why don't you just fuck that chair and bloody well get it over with," I said annoyed. I sat up and looked over at the food. As much as I didn't want anything to eat, just the smell of crappy food woke the baby up inside of me. My stomach groaned and I knew I had to eat. "Do you want anymore?" I asked turning over and resting my massive belly on its side on the bed. "No, you should have the rest," Scott said. I had to work at sitting up; my balance and center of gravity was very different now but I steadied myself and managed to get up. "Ugh," I said stretching out my back and shoulders. I lifted my arms up and lifted up my shirt revealing myself in all my glory to Scott across the room. "Yeah...I'm still naked from the waist down, does that make you uncomfortable?" I asked as I knelt down and picked up the tray. "Um...I guess I'm fine with it if you are," Scott replied. He had never been around a woman so casual in her lack of clothes. "You might be the strangest woman I've ever met" "HA!" I laughed "You have no idea Scott, no idea of how strange a woman I am" Scott just shook his head and drank some more of his water. "I don't know if you were awake and heard them, but I thought I heard the guards say that Scar is missing." "Damn right he's missing," I said sitting back down. I made sure to keep my long blonde hair covering most of my face. "How do you know?" Scott asked intrigued. "Did you see something happen to him?" I smiled and chuckled. I looked down at myself "You could say that. I did see something happen to him" "What? I mean is he dead or what?" Scott asked getting excited. "No, he's definitely not dead," I replied. "In fact, he may be even more dangerous than ever before" Scott now looked puzzled. "I just mean it might be awhile before he's seen again so we have to be smart," I said drinking down most of my water to wash down the burnt toast. "His guards are idiots...Scar was the brains of this operation: Without him, there will be a slow meltdown around here." Scott was more confused than ever by his cellmate but kept on listening. "It will be okay for a few days. We'll get our food but watch, their faces will begin to strain...after a few days, they'll start to worry and panic. That will be when it's the most dangerous. If they think Scar is dead, they might just come and simply kill us to clean up loose ends so we have to be ready if we see that coming." "You seem to know a lot about this," Scott said. "Who are you really?" "Um...remember my dad...yeah...there's a reason he knows Putin; he was KGB a long time ago." "So is this going to be like Taken? Your Dad going to come in and kill everyone to save you?" Scott asked. I stared at him. "Just be ready and when the time comes, follow me" I sat back and grimaced as the baby kicked me really hard. "Ow...knock it off in there," I said. Scott looked over, his eyebrows raised. I realized just how girly I sounded talking to my belly. I looked back down and ran my hands over my stomach. The baby seemed to follow my hands and kept kicking wherever I pressed down. I began to giggle and laugh and I have no idea why. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift and wander. It felt good to not think about anything in particular for a few moments when I opened my eyes back up, the room just seemed brighter to me. "I have to protect this baby," I thought. *** I couldn't believe half of what she was saying but just went along with it to make her feel happy, I guess. KGB? Ha what a fucking joke. Oh well if she wasn't so keen on telling me who she really was then that's her thing. She must really think I'm dumb. What if she was a spy for Scar put in here to keep better tabs on me and didn't bother to tell his men? So many possibilities were running through my head that it almost started to make me feel dizzy. Watching her play with the baby in her round belly had brought a smile to my face. I couldn't help it, I loved kids and at some point when I'm not trying to get off a stupid island, maybe have some of my own. You think being rich would make you an immediate chick magnet, well that's far from the case. I didn't have many friends growing up since my family was so well off. Now that I was in my 20's it made it even worse as trying to pick up women was absolutely difficult. I could watch these guys who looked like complete asshats pick up beautiful women with a bit of charm. I'd try and recreate the same and end up with a drink poured over my head or a slap to the face. I figured whatever "plan" this... Natasha had in place, I might as well go along with it. If it meant getting off this god forsaken place I'd do about anything. I walked over to the window and pushed it open slightly, a breeze came rolling in and carrying the smell of salt water with it. "Hey what the hell?" Natasha asked as the breeze made her hair fly all over. She struggled to keep her hair covering the right side of her face. "Sorry. Figured we could use some fresh air. I'll close the window if you want," I replied still holding onto the window frame. "It's fine... It was getting stuffy in here anyways," she said scooting away from the window on the bed. "Why do you keep hiding the right side of your face?" I asked. "N-none of your business!" she said being caught off guard. I had suspicions that she was hiding something before but now I definitely knew something was up. Walking away from the window I went over to the chair and sat back down. The cool breeze did a really good job of circulating the stuffy air in this stupid cabin thing. I found myself watching her from across the room and she noticed. *** "You need to concentrate...get your head back into the fucking world," I thought to myself. "This is life and death to deal with girl." I caught myself and hoped I didn't gasp out loud but the new attention from Scott suggested that I did. "What are you gasping about over there?" he asked me. "Shut up," was the only comeback that I could think of at the moment. I bit down on my lower lip and pulled at the bottom of my hair making sure it came down over the right side of my face. My mind was reeling over the fact that I called myself a girl in my head. "Deal with it girl...I told myself to deal with it girl," I said to myself. "This is impossible...what is happening to me? First my body, now my mind." I looked down at my smooth bare legs lying out in front of me and I ran my hands over them to try and warm up. I didn't care what Scott thought or saw, I stood up and began to pace back and forth. My tiny feet pounding as I walked back and forth. My strides were purposeful in the beginning but the longer I walked the more tired I became. My steps began to space out and my stride slowed as my back began to ache with the extra weight on my front. My breathing increased and I began to waddle more than walk, swaying back and forth with an almost hypnotic rhythm. "Are you done?" He asked me as I stopped walking. I walked toward him trying to look menacing. As I approached him, I saw that I was barely taller than him while he was seated. I stood there with a scowl on my face and was asked, "Does that pouty face help you get what you want?" "Pouty face?" I said incredulously. "You were scary last night when they brought you in here, you were like a caged animal and I had no idea what i was dealing with," Scott said. "I can see you're trying to put up a super tough front but..." he chuckled and shook his head. "...it's tough for you to pull off that look." I stepped back fuming. I clamped my lips shut and my jaw began to quiver and to my absolute shock and amazement, I began to cry. Tears welled up in my eyes and began to run down my cheeks. I was shocked: I had never cried before in my life but now I couldn't stop. I began to sob and shake all over I was crying so hard. Scott stood up and began to come closer to me. "My God, is he going to try and comfort me? Is this really happening?" my panicked mind thought. I put my hands up and out to keep him back. He stopped and seemed to respect my distance as I turned my back to regain my composure. "I tried to look intimidating and frightful but all he sees is a tiny little girl. That's all I am now...a little 5 foot tall blonde girl" *** I felt bad, I wasn't trying to make her cry but I was just pointing out the obvious. She was acting super crazy last night and knocked my ass out and now she's standing there crying. As she stood with her back to me I did my best not to stare at her cute butt which was just half covered by the oversized shirt she was wearing. "So... Natasha, do you want to tell me who you really are?" I asked still standing there. "What do you mean...?" she said in between sniffles. "I'm who I say I am." "I know you're not some Russian princess like you claim to be." I must have struck a chord because she turned around and looked at me as if she was ready to hit me. "You don't understand me at all! What it's like to be pregnant and all this other shit..." she yelled, crying harder. "No shit. I'm not a little pregnant pipsqueak who puts on this tough guy facade," I yelled back. I don't know why but I was taking my anger and frustration out on her. I know I shouldn't have but as soon as I started it just came all out. She tried to get a word in but I absolutely refused to let her. After I was finally done yelling I walked into the bathroom and slammed the door. I needed my space away from her and she would probably agree. I leaned my back against the door and closed my eyes, taking deep breaths to calm myself down. There was no way in hell I was about to sit down on that nasty looking toilet. Even though the bed was across the room I could still hear her lay down on the squeaky thing and I knew she was still crying. I felt like a huge asshole as I should have. I stayed in that cramped space for a good while, time being irrelevant since I didn't know what time it was to begin with. Eventually I opened the door and stepped out, the rush of cool ocean air filling my nostrils as I took a breath. I saw Natasha sitting up against the wall of the bed, her eyes avoiding looking at me. I wanted to apologize for yelling at her but I doubt it would have mattered much. *** I couldn't stop crying and I didn't understand why. My body chemistry was so screwed up with a supersized dose of estrogen running through me and I couldn't control it. I had always prided myself on maintaining my cool while others around me lost theirs and now I was the one who couldn't stop crying. "Karma...you are definitely a bitch," I said to myself. I could hear Scott in the bathroom and was thankful that he had separated himself from me while I got myself under control finally. I was trying to control my breathing but instead I began to hiccup due to the baby lying the wrong way. "Not the image I need to project," I said to my stomach as it bounced up and down. Scott came out and I stared down at the bed and the floor. I heard footsteps coming up the path so I motioned to Scott, "Stand right there so he sees you when he opens the door." "What are you doing?" he asked incredulously. "You're going to get us both killed...you're insane." "Just do it!" I gritted out to him through clenched teeth. Scott stood in the sightline as the door came open just enough to slide the tray in. I pulled up next to the door hugging the wall. "Your lunch, ladies...don't try anything stu...AARRR!!!" the guard yelled as I stomped down on his wrist as he put the food tray down. I was trying to break it but I didn't have enough weight on my frame to do it. The tray jerked as Peters stood up and took a step backward. I tried to bum rush him; I slammed my shoulder into his midsection with all my might and found that I couldn't move him. His meaty hands slammed down on my shoulders and he clamped and squeezed down on them putting me to my knees. Pinning me down, he slipped his right hand around my throat and easily engulfed it. "I could crush your throat right here if I wanted to," he said. I couldn't breathe. "Let her go!" I heard Scott yell and take a step in our direction. Peters let go and shoved me backward. I landed on my ass with my knees out. He laughed and pulled something out from behind his back. Tossing it to me, he said, "Cover yourself you filthy bitch; we're all tired of seeing your nasty slit everytime we come up this way." The door slammed shut and I could hear him laughing as he walked away. I undid what he had tossed to me and saw that it was a long skirt, tan in color and slightly dirty, I remembered the whore who had left it on the island a few months back. "That was stupid on your part...really stupid," Scott scolded me. I looked up somewhat helplessly at him as he stood over me. He put his hand out though to help me to my feet. "Thanks," I mumbled. I stepped into the skirt and adjusted it around my waist. The bottom came down to just below my knees and I had to admit that it was better than sitting around naked. In a moment of forgetfulness, I brushed my hair back from my face exposing my scar for Scott to see. I saw the look on his face change and I quickly spun around away from him. *** "Is that what you were hiding? A facial scar?" I asked, thinking about how familiar it looked. "Uhh... yeah. I got it in hunting accident," she quickly shot back. "Huh. Did anyone ever tell you it kinda looks like the one that Scar has? Like it's really similar. Almost as if..." I trailed off as I started putting pieces together. "No fucking way..." I could see the panic setting in on the woman in front of me. Was that really Scar? There's no fucking way that was even possible but the scars matched. Maybe it was just a coincidence, I mean hers was lighter than Scar's. So clearly Natasha's has had more time to heal with proper care instead of Scar's who's looked nasty as hell. She had stood back up and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut before I had a chance to say another word. I understand if she was self-conscious about it but it's not like I was trying to offend her or anything. Sighing, I sat down on the edge of the bed and fell backward. I immediately regretted my decision as I felt the sharp pain of the wire frame right in my back. "Fuck that hurt..." I thought as I still laid there. Eventually I heard the bathroom door open and Natasha slid into the chair across from me. I lifted my head just enough to see her and quickly put my head back down to not strain my neck. "Are you alright, Nat?" I sighed. I felt bad for her after doing such a stupid thing like attack Scar's men, especially in her condition. "No. I'm not. Now please stop asking questions," she quickly replied while rubbing her neck and shoulders where the guy had grabbed her. I took a deep breath and let it out loudly as I continued to lay there. I looked over at the food that was all over the floor and rolled my eyes. There went our lunch/dinner all because someone decided they could try and be a hero. "You could have done more than just stand there and watch me get hurt," I heard her say. I sat up and looked at her. "You're the one who decided to do it. Besides, you're the tough guy, remember?" "You're such a brat! No wonder I captured your sorry ass!" she snapped and quickly gasped and put her hands over her mouth. "What?" I asked confused. "Captured my sorry ass? Ha, good one there. You don't look like you could hurt a teeny tiny fly!" She stayed silent, as if she had given away a bit too much information. I hadn't noticed and threw a couple more insults at her before finally noticing that she wasn't saying anything back. *** After my slip of the tongue, I sat ramrod still and silent as I heard Scott continue talking but it was merely background noise at that point and hearing it sounded like he was talking underwater. "You've let him see your face and told him that you caught him ya dumb bitch," I thought to myself. "You just need an 'I AM SCAR' tattoo running down your back to convince him of your real identity." He had stopped talking so now it was my turn "I'm just fucking with you...I was just talking about my headbutt last night that put your candy ass out like a light." Scott looked at me skeptically and I knew it was time to change my story "My name's not Natasha..." I began. "No shit," he responded. I smiled at him before continuing. "Don't laugh when I tell you my real name," I warned with my face as mean as I could make it. He smiled back at me "Go on pouty face...I won't laugh." "It's Scarlett," I said and dropped my head. "Ironic I know...I get it...my parents named me Scarlett and then when I'm 13, my Dad takes me out hunting in northern Ontario. I'm really from just outside of Toronto just so you know, and while we're walking back, I did the dumbest thing you could do; I had a crossbow loaded and the safety off and I stepped over a big log and caught my foot...I tripped and fell and the crossbow went off. It missed killing me by centimeters but gave me this as an everlasting souvenir." "So what was with all that Natasha crap?" Scott asked. "I didn't want you to know who I really was," I said simply, shrugging my shoulders. "I mean, I've been taught self-defense and I know my way around weapons but it's not because of the KGB," I laughed. "So do you want to tell me the rest of your story?" Scott asked. "Not yet," I said forgetting my manners and sitting with my legs spread in the chair. Luckily my new skirt covered me now but something triggered in my mind and I brought my knees together and blushed. "Not very ladylike huh." "Scarlett, you are, by far, the most unladylike lady I've ever met." I crossed my legs and tucked my hair behind my ears and dipped my chin as I blushed. "What is going on?" my mind kicked over "Blushing, crying, giggling, acting demure. You really are more woman now...look at yourself," I did in fact look down and was greeted by the sight of my cleavage and pregnant stomach. The internal argument continued on inside my head between the part I knew and the part I was becoming "You've terrorized the world's elite for a decade and here you sit giggling and sniffling and pouting like a little girl," said one part. "But I am just a little girl," said the other part...the part that was becoming stronger by the hour. "I can't physically do what I used to do...I can't intimidate anyone..I know I'm not the same person I was before, but I don't know just yet how far this is going to go...whatever changed me into this is changing my mind too and I can't stop it." I looked up and saw Scott staring at me. He smiled and said, "Are you back among the living?" I blushed again "Sorry, just lost in a thought," was all I said. I got up and walked to the open window. "I love the sea," I said. "Not me," Scott replied defensively. I smirked over my shoulder at him. "Scared of the water?" "I had a bad experience when I was a kid...kind of like your hunting scare. It was enough to make me respect the water," Scott said. I picked up a bottle of water that was lying on the floor from my earlier escape attempt and took a long drink. "Cheers," I said with a smile, still not comprehending what was making me act and talk like I was. *** "Cheers?" I replied and raised my hand like I was toasting with a glass. I watched her take a swig of water and after she finished had the same smile. She turned and looked back out the window. I overheard her say something that a storm was on the horizon and I winced a little. Thank God she didn't see how much of a wimp I was when it came to the ocean. Walking over to the window I stood next to her and peered out. Way off in the distance I could see the darkened clouds and the rain hammering down into the waters. The waves were crashing heavier against the island. I would have guessed within the next hour or two we'd be getting hit with the storm. "This shack doesn't look like it'll hold up to a storm..." I said while standing next to her. "It will. Trust me," she said looking up at me briefly. "We got a couple hours before the storm will make landfall. I hope those assholes will at least provide a couple blankets so we don't freeze." I laughed. "You think they're really going to give us a blanket after what you did?" She shrugged and closed the window. It was starting to get a bit chilly and we were going to want to have as much heat saved up in this place before the storm came. It wasn't before long that there was a knock at the door. "Alright you little fucks. If you even think about any funny business I will cut your throats and I mean it!" the voice boomed as the door unlocked and creaked open. "Scar was a ruthless pirate but he still gave a shit about his captured booty. So here's a blankie for your troubles. Have fun sharing!" A raggedy looking thing was thrown in and the door quickly slammed shut and locked back up. I walked over and picked it up. It was this ugly greenish yellow color and looked like it hadn't ever been washed. After unfolding the ghastly thing, it looked like it could barely cover a person let alone two. "At least they're being generous?" I chuckled slightly as I threw the thing onto the bed. "Better than nothing..." I heard Scarlett say as she sat down on the bed. "True," I replied and paced around the room. *** "They might still come back with more but I doubt it," I said to Scott. The two of us locked eyes for a moment and something passed between us, there's no other way to describe it but for a moment, we connected. I blinked after a long minute of staring into Scott's eyes and shook my head "Don't think what you're thinking," my brain screamed at me. I wiggled my hips uncomfortably at an altogether new sensation I was experiencing. "Excuse me," I whispered and headed to the bathroom shutting the door behind me. I hiked my skirt up and set my feet apart. I put my hand up to my vagina and felt the moisture that was there. I was mortified; I was wet "I just got turned on," I said to myself. My fingers went to the top and rubbed a few times sending shockwaves up my spine. "Whatever is doing this to me; where does it end?" I forced myself to urinate and came out of the bathroom refusing to make eye contact again. I glanced over and saw that Scott was trying equally hard to avoid me as well. He looked embarrassed and kept his body twisted away from me while he stared at the wall above him. Having been a guy for 40 years, I knew the telltale signs of trying to hide an erection. I was disgusted at both of us. "Whatever made us stare at each other is behind my slipping further and further into being a woman...it's working on both of us and I'm afraid to even think where it might end." A distant roll of thunder brought my mind to the present. I looked out and saw the lightning flashing between the clouds that were rapidly approaching. The storm woke the baby up too and it wasn't happy either. "Calm down there," I said to my stomach. I lifted up my shirt and saw a distinct outline rise up on the top of my belly. "That's not the way out," I said. I saw Scott watching closely; fascinated by my moving flesh. I looked over to him "Do you want to feel it?" I asked. "What? I..." Scott stammered. "Have you ever felt a baby kick first hand," I asked. "Well, I...uh...yeah a long time ago when my one Aunt was expecting," Scott said. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his wrist bringing his hand to the top of my stomach "Press down a little," I told him. "Whoa!" he jumped back as his hand was moved as if on command. "That's so cool." "Tell me about it...it feels weird when it's happening inside of you. I look down and sometimes my stomach is just rolling around like Alien," I said laughing and tossing my hair back. As I turned, a bright flash of lightning stuck very close and we both jumped. "Let's get away from the window," Scott said as he walked back to the bed. I stood for another moment at the window before i turned and walked toward him. Without a word I climbed up onto the bed and sat next to him, my legs stretched out in front of me, my bare feet dangling off the end. *** I don't know what was going on. We just looked at each other and suddenly I felt like I was seeing Scarlett in a whole new light. I didn't want to admit it but she looked pretty cute and of course my lower brain thought so too. As we sat there I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around her so she wouldn't be cold. She smiled and thanked me for being so courteous and raised her arm signaling that she wanted to share the blanket with me. I scooted over so our thighs were touching and she tried to drape the other side of the blanket across my shoulder. I grabbed it from her, our hands briefly touching as I draped it around my shoulder. As I figured, the blanket barely covered the both of us and I slipped it off my shoulder. "You need it more than me. You have a baby to look after." Again she smiled and it felt like my heart was melting inside my chest. She wrapped herself up in the blanket and leaned her head against my arm. I looked down and saw that the blanket had just enough of her chest uncovered to show off a bit of her cleavage. I bit my bottom lip as I quickly looked away as soon as I saw her head turn. "What is going on with me...?" I thought, some rather inappropriate thoughts floating in. I blushed as thoughts of taking Scarlett from behind seemed to appear. In this sick fantasy I had one hand at her hips with what appeared to be a wedding ring on it and the other holding the side of her belly as I pounded into her. As she moaned she started to move her body in line with my thrusts making the experience even better. I could see a matching ring on her hand that gripped the bed frame. I quickly shook my head, the thoughts dissipating (for now) and I focused on the wall ahead of me. "I can't... I shouldn't... ugh these thoughts..." I yelled inside my head. It was a blessing that she couldn't see what scenarios were blasting through my head as I continued to concentrate on the wall. *** I brought my knees up to my chest to try to become even more compact. I was already quite a bit smaller but I seemed to get colder faster in this body. My feet were freezing and I rubbed them back on forth on the mattress trying to warm them up. I looked over and I thought I caught Scott looking at my breasts. As he looked away, I pulled my shirt up closer to my neck as an automatic reaction. He was looking off in one direction as the wind howled around the cabin, shaking the walls and roof. I closed my eyes and listened to the storm raging outside. A different storm was raging inside of me. With my eyes closed and my attention focused a scene appeared in my mind. I was bent over at the waist with my back arched so I could stick my ass out as far back as I could. My hands gripped the bed frame tightly in anticipation. I sensed what was coming in my vision as I felt penetrated again and again. I began to move my hips and thrust in and out in rhythm and it felt awesome to me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Scott behind me thrusting away deep in concentration. My eyes popped open as I shook off the vision. I was breathing hard and the tingle I had experienced earlier had returned much stronger this time. "Oh My God! What am I thinking?!" I thought screaming inside my head. "Do I want to have sex in this body?" I thought before I heard the old part of my mind laughing contemptuously at me. "Ha...the great pirate Scar; terror of the seas; kidnapper...torturer...general boogeyman of the world's elite wants to get fucked in his pussy like the little bitch he has become." I stared at the opposite wall while my mind taunted me, my cheeks blazing red. "Why don't you just bend over for him right now...you'd like that wouldn't you?" I shook my head and gritted my teeth to clear the thoughts, but which thoughts did I really want out? More thunder rolled and lightning crashes all around. I put my hand out and placed it on Scott's leg. He took it and held it tightly in his and I made no effort to take it away. Neither of us acknowledged it but I felt myself leaning closer to him until our thighs were right together and my chest was pressed against his. As I became more tired,