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Parlay's Reward [Nurse_K & Kaziel]

She tried to ignore him, but couldn't when he grabbed her arm and pulled her upright. She opened her eyes, stinging from crying for so long and glared at him. "What?" she snarled, her face filled to the brim with hate for him, new tears pooling in her eyes. The mere site of him made her want to sob.
 
Alex narrowed his eyes in anger. "That is not how you speak to your husband, my dear." He casually but forcefully backhanded her as a response, letting her fall to the bed. Looking down at her red, tear-streaked eyes, his face didn't even soften a bit.

He reached down and grabbed her again, pulling her up, his cold blue eyes staring into hers. "It is time for me to sleep, and as my wife you will give me a good night kiss." Despite saying "give", Maggie knew that he had no intent of letting her give him one, and she was right. Holding her by the hair, he roughly planted his lips on hers, his beard scraping against her chin and cheek. The forced kiss seemed to last for an eternity before he broke it, letting her drop back down to the bed.

Striding around to the other side of the bed, he pulled off his boots and his shirt, and laid down on his side of the bed, and stared at the ceiling of their cabin, letting calm overtake him, preparing for sleep.
 
Her neck twisted when he backhanded her, her face stinging. He'd slapped her three times in the same place and Maggie was fairly sure the red hand print there was never going to go away. He could see her red eyes and he didn't care. He didn't care on bit. She supposed she shouldn't expect that from him though, he hadn't shown any love to her since they'd been married.

She grimaced and tried to turn her face away when he leaned in to kiss her. She didn't want to feel his beard on her face, his wet lips against hers. She closed her eyes tightly and tensed her entire body while he held her up, counting the seconds until he would drop her again. She was relieved when he did, rolling onto her side again, into the fetal position.

She moved away from him when he got onto the bed, not wanting to be any closer to him than she had to be. Thankfully it was a big bed, so she could be all the way on the other side and barely be able to feel his weight there. She turned onto her other side so that she wasn't facing him. She wiped her lips and her tearstreaked face, hoping that she would sleep a little bit.
 
Glancing over to Maggie, laying there as far as she could from him, he pushed the thoughts from his mind. He knew this would happen. He had steeled himself for it. A tiny part of him was dying inside, doing this to her, but he knew she would never forgive him for the basic lie... everything else merely compounded what was already fated to be. She was his, and that's all that mattered.

He kept telling himself that well into the night, but that small part of him kept denying what he said.

He wasn't sure when he had fallen asleep, but as the sun crept over the horizon, the light shined down upon him, waking him. His eyes peeled open painfully, and he glanced around sleepily.
 
It took Maggie awhile to fall asleep. Her mind kept running over the past week. Meeting Alex, falling in love with him. Kissing him and crying when he left. Finding out who he was. Her heart breaking. The wedding, the rape. The clothes. Her brain was going a million miles an hour until it came to the very moment she was at now. She felt her eyes grow heavy, and she fell asleep.

Suprisingly, she was able to sleep fairly deeply. She'd always been a deep sleeper, so it shouldn't have come as a suprise to her. Through the night she rolled from her side onto her back, her arms and legs splaying outwards. Her head tilted towards Alex, her mouth parted just slightly as she slept.

Her chest rose up and down slowly, her breathing steady and deep. Her heart beat was slow from her deep slumber, her mind completely lost in the subconcious world.
 
He took a few moments, staring at her. He knew that this would be one of his most favorite moments of the day. Before she awoke... before she realized what he had taken from her. Before she hated him again. He basked in it for as long as he could, until she stirred, rolling over. She didn't awake, but it was enough to snap him out of it.

Sliding off the bed, he closed his eyes, and when he reopened them, his face had rehardened, his eyes cold as ice again. While this was certainly something he was using in his interactions with Maggie, it was something he used all the time. You didn't come to be the captain of a pirate fleet of eight ships by being a nice guy. Without the ability to harden his heart and do what had to be done, he would have been ousted long ago.

Changing pants and putting on a different shirt, he made his way down to the galley and got food for him and Maggie, not being quiet about his exit or later entrance.
 
Maggie was shaken from her slumber when Alex reentered the cabin. She jumped and her eyes flittered open, causing her to blink several times befores she could actually see anything. She sat up slowly, her body aching. She touched the side of her face lightly, she could feel the welt there even if she couldn't see it. She glanced over at him wiht contempt, her eyes moving away from him almost as soon as she looked at him.

She stretched her arms outward, folding her legs up close to her chest. She didn't say anything to Alex, turning her face away from him and toward the wall. She didn't want to eat the food he'd brought. Her thoughts moved to his words the day before, that she would 'eat when he told her to eat'. Maybe she would push that envelope.
 
Alex gave her a chilly smile as he entered, his eyes roving over her, one of her buttons having come undone in her sleep, more of her bosom showing. He walked over to his desk, setting down his meal and then walked over to her side of the bed, sitting down next to where she had curled up.

Looking over at her as she was staring intently, angrily, at the wall, he held up her food. "My wife, it is time for you to break your nightly fast." He said this and extended it to her. He had a feeling she would resist, but he would still go about it the proper, so-to-speak, way.
 
Maggie was too preoccupied with other things to notice that one of the buttons on the shirt was undone. Her breasts felt strange in the shirt, pressed up against the raw fabric rather than being contained in a corset. She didn't like it very much, nor did she like the fact that the entire shape of the breast could be seen, rather than just what pushed out of the top.

She thought for a moment before speaking to Alex. She decided that she would be as polite and cordial as she could, hopefully he wouldn't push her then. "I do not hunger, husband." she said quietly, her face still turned towards the wall, "Thank you anyway,"
 
His tightened his eyes, staring at her, a sign she had been learning was that of his anger. "I don't believe I asked you if you were hungry. This was one of the rules I set down. You are to eat when I bring you food." He held up the plate of food as he said this. "I have brought you food. You will eat it." If his face hadn't shown his anger, his gravelly voice and his bared teeth would have been a clear sign.

He stood and took a step toward her, reaching out to take her arm.
 
She gritted her teeth and swallowed her anger. She wasn't a dog, he shouldn't be allowed to tell her when she could and could not eat. She saw him reaching out to grab at her so she just extended her arm, grabbing the plate and pulling towards herself. She pushed her legs down and set the plate onto her lap, but she just stared at it.

She pushed the food around but didn't really eat it. She took a couple of bites, the food was mediocre at best. She was used to fine cooking in a real kitchen by a real cook. Not ship grub made by a drunken sailor. She heaved a giant exagerated sigh and pushed the plate away from herself.
 
She could hear a throaty growl escape from this clenched jaw. He had thought they were past this stupid childishness. He stared down at her, his hands on his hips for a moment before he kneeled down before her, looking up at her. His face hadn't softened at all... in fact it almost looked even harder and more angry if that was possible. His cold blue eyes were barely visible in his scowling face. "I said you were to eat. I don't care if you don't want it, or don't like it, you will eat it!" he commanded to her.
 
Her eyers flashed up to his, dark with anger. "Why do you care? Just so that you can have control over me? Or to ensure that your heir is kept fed? You've raped me once, yesterday. Nothing has happened. And I'm not just going to be a carrier for your bastard child," though it wouldn't be a bastard child, they were married. The child was legitamate and if she didn't take care of it she would be branded as a horrible wife and mother. She also didn't necessarily know if anything had happened. She could be in the extremely early stages of pregnancy already.
 
"It doesn't matter why I say it, you will do it!" he growled, and he grabbed her shoulder roughly. "But since you don't want to eat that, there's something else you can eat!" He pushed her down onto the bed, straddling her hips. He pressed her arms down with his legs, pinning her in place.

"One way or another, you'll eat what I give you!" Reaching down, he pulled on the front of her shirt, the buttons snapping open easily, her ample breasts revealed, pooling on her chest, her pink nipples contrasting her pale, almost ivory, skin. Undoing his pants, he pulled out his member, and she saw it grow and stretch before her eyes as he stared down at her bosom.

Taking her breasts in his hands, he slid his manhood between the two silken mounds and held them together, squeezing it, loving the feeling of her soft skin against his throbbing shaft.
 
She shrieked when he pinned her down, her body bucking and flailing against him. But it was to no avail. She screamed when he ripped her shirt open and pulled his manhood out. She whimpered and fought, but she couldn't even move. She couldn't believe that he had put his manhood between her breasts, that he was violating her like that.

"This is wrong!" she screamed, flailing against him as hard she she could. He had said he would 'make her eat it'. He was going to put his manhood in her mouth!? No. No. She would bite him. She would kick him and punch him and anything else she possibly could do to get him away from her. "Stop, stop, stop!" Tears spilled over from her eyes, she felt so shamed by this. Rape was one thing, but this?
 
He began to push his hips back and forth, his cock sliding easily between her breasts, it's purple head poking the other side with each thrust. As he continued to violate her chest like this, she felt some sort of liquid start to coat her skin where his member rubbed, and she realized he was oozing precum, which was acting like a lubricant. His thrusting became faster and stronger the more precum coated her cleavage.

He was grunting and groaning in pleasure, squeezing them together around his shaft, his hips bucking forward, loving every second. It was like bliss, her skin was so smooth, her breasts so soft. He continued doing this until he could barely contain himself then he released her breasts and they fell apart, the skin of her cleavage shining with his precum. As she continued to shout at him to stop, he stroked his cock releasing himself as a large splatter of his seed shot out, some of it landing on her lips, a little on her face, but most went into her mouth, onto her tongue. More joined it, much of the second and third splurts missing their mark, coating her face with white, creamy slime.

He sagged, but before he let himself go, he quickly pinched her nose shut, stopping her from being able to breath in that way. She couldn't spit it out this way and would be forced to swallow it all. He whispered into her ear, "If you won't eat the food I bring you, you will eat that."
 
She nearly threw up when she saw the precum leak from his head. Now she really wanted to throw herself over the edge of the ship. The rape had been bad, yes, but this was far far worse. She felt violated, molested, humiliated. Rape was for procreation. This was just for his sick pleasure.

The worst part was probably how much he was enjoying it. He was groping her, moaning, panting, moving passionately. She didn't have that passion for him, especially not for this. Her eyes grew wide when he released her breasts, was he done? How was he going to release? Then she realized it, but he had begun to come before she could close her mouth. When the liquid hit her tongue, her face grew pale. He was come in her mouth. But before she could really think about it, his liquid had begun to hit her face.

She closed her eyes and whimpered, her shame completely taking her over. But then he pinched her nose shut, forcing her to swallow his cum. She gagged while she swallowed it, gasping for breath afterwards. She tried to force her arms up to wipe the rest off of her face, but she couldn't. She sobbed once, telling herself that she would always eat the food he gave her.
 
Sliding off her, he rose to his feet and reached down sliding his member back into his pants. He glanced over at her, relishing the sight of her like that. He always had a thing for the more endowed ladies and though he could see it in her more formal clothing, having them free like this was a blessing to him. Also feeling them around his member was a personal favorite and something he didn't experience often, since the occasional lady he bedded prior to her usually weren't into it.

He gave her a grim smile as he reached down and took the tray of food and walked away with it. She had already had her meal for the morning. He doubted she would do so again, but he hoped she wouldn't eat again... he had really enjoyed the feeling. Of course if she didn't, eventually he would just do it again for himself.
 
She was deeply relieved when he slid off of her. She sat up and grabbed the sheet, wiping her face and chest off with it. She didn't care if the sheet was dirty, it wasn't like she enjoyed sleeping in that bed anyway. She wiped her eyes with her hands, her silent tears streaming down her face. She was fighting incredibly hard to keep her tears silent, she didn't want him to hear her pain.

She slowly rebuttoned the shirt, rearranging it so that it looked as good as it could on her. Truthfully, the clothing did make her look incredibly sexy, but she didn't see that. She saw herself in man's clothes, rags at that. She pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, hiding her face, almost like a child. Her stomach growled from hunger, this was going to be an especially horrid day.
 
The day continued fairly uneventually as they shoved off from the smoldering remains of Charlestown. A few buildings still stood, but even that was mostly just the framework and the occasional wall. Some people had survived by escaping into the jungles of Nevis, but there weren't many survivors. It would be years before Charlestown would fully recover from this.

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Alex gave her lunch and dinner that she grudgingly but fully ate. The first meal, he stood over her, watching her eat and he nodded as she finished it all, though he gave her room for her second meal. Otherwise he left her mostly alone with her thoughts that night, laying down to go to bed.
 
Maggie cringed noticeably when he laid down next to her. She again moved as far away from him as she possibly could, all the way to the opposite edge of the bed. She curled up into as tight and small a ball as she could manage and stuffed her head into the pillow. She had been grateful to finally eat earlier in the day. The food hadn't been marvelous, but it was edible and far better than the disgusting liquid that came out of Alex.

She kept her face tight in the pillow, glad that he hadn't 'asked' her for another goodnight kiss. The hair on his face made her grimace and his lips held no warmth, unlike the way they had that night in her bedroom. That had been an amazing kiss, she had fallen even deeper in love with him at that moment. But all of that was gone. She was with him, but not in love with him.
 
The next morning he awoke before she did, and again he spent some time staring at her, before he masked his somber emotions and made his way down to the galley, again getting them breakfast. Bringing it up to her, he held out the tray, watching her eat it slowly. The ship continued to rock as they made their way out to sea, headed for their base of operations, a cave where they docked and could stay without having to worry about being found by the authorities or other pirate ships or fleets.

He watched as she ate. While he wasn't sure of the details, he did know that a pregnant woman would be sick around certain foods and he had picked out some eggs to add to her meal, knowing those were one of them. Watching her, he didn't see any negative reaction... he momentarily considered that she might be hiding it, but shook his head... Later he would try again to ensure an heir, but for now, she needed to eat.
 
She ate the found grudgingly, the eggs tasted a little weird but she figured it was just the inability of the cook. They were also at sea, and she was sure that rocking around on water wasn't helping in cooking the food. She didn't feel bad for the man though, he had chosen the life as a dirty pirate.

She finished the food and pushed the plate away from her, more than done eating for awhile. She was already tired of ship food, and who knew how long she would have to be there? Then a thought hit her, when he did impregnate her, would he go ashore for her to give birth? Giving birth on a rocking ship without a midwife would be horrible. She shuddered a little and rolled over on the bed as soon as she was done eating. She was feeling particularly apathetic, and she didn't want him to talk to her.
 
He waited a few hours, until just before lunch and he walked over to where she lay on the bed. Looking down upon her, keeping his mask in place, he marveled at her beauty. Even though she hated him and this place. Even though she wasn't wearing any make up or in her usual outfits, she still made his heart skip a beat away as much, if not more, than when he first saw her. In truth he found her much more attractive wearing the tight clothing she was in, showing off her pale skin or her attractive curves.

Stopping his train of thought, he cleared his throat. "You have so far shown no sign of being pregnant. No morning sickness today for example. I will have an heir from you, and we will attempt it every day or two until you show signs of our child, my wife." He said this, his voice hard and gravelly.
 
She grimaced at his words. Every day or two? She would have to endure his pounding away at her every day or two? She wanted to tell him that a woman didn't show signs of pregnancy until the child had begun growing substantially, but he wouldn't believe her. He might even think she was outright lying and he would force her to let him touch her more often.

She shrugged and rolled over onto her back, giving him a completely apathetic and emotionless look. "Do what you want to me. I am not going to try to stop you," she knew that she couldn't stop him, so why should she try? It would only prolong the experience, and possibly make him enjoy it more.
 
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