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Parlay's Reward [Nurse_K & Kaziel]

As she rolled over onto her back, he shook his head. "No, my dear. I don't think we'll do it that way this time..." he said as he undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor, his length hangin between his legs. She could see it already growing, the wrinkles in it from being flaccid quickly fading away as it stretched and expanded. Getting onto his knees on the bed, he reached down and grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over so she was on her knees.

Just as easily, he grabbed the back of her pants, tugging them down, her ivory skinned behind coming into view. Stretching his hand out, he rubbed a hand over one of her cheeks, the skin flawless and smooth as silk. He let out an approving grunt as he gripped her hips tightly with one hand and took his manhood, brushed his head over her bared slit.
 
She was taken aback when he so casually dropped his pants like that in front of her. It was like he was daring her to look at his member. She averted her eyes, but she could still see it. She tried not to shudder, knowing that would just anger him. She didn't understand how she could excite him when she was obviously so apathetic towards him. She was taken aback again when he grabbed her and flipped her over. She yelped and for a moment she tried to pull away.

But he'd caught her hips already and was pulling her towards him. She yelped again when he yanked down her pants, exposing her to him again. She couldn't help but cringe when he ran his hand over her ass and grunted, he was so animalistic it horrified her. She was irritated when he brushed the head of his member over her slit, why did he have to prolong it like that? He knew full well that she derived no pleasure from him touching her, why couldn't he just get it over with?
 
He felt her react to his touch, and he smiled. Not because he would enjoy this, but because he was thinking of ways for her to enjoy it. Pressing his head against her slit, he slowly slid into her, spreading her wide from behind until he was all the way in her. She was still tight, so just entering her took control for him to not just release into her right there.

Bending forward, she felt him press up against her back, reaching around, he pulled open her top, her breasts spilling free, landing on the bed beneath them. One of his calloused hand took one of them in his hand and he began to squeeze it, his other hand sliding between her legs, then with a jolt, he brushed his finger against her bared clit, grinning and waiting for a reaction from his wife.
 
She clenched her teeth when he pressed all the way into her, his girth stretching her and filling her insides. She could feel him throbbing and she wanted to run away, but just as every other time, where would she run to? She could throw herself off the boat, but at this point she didn't think her life was bad enough for that.

She beared him squeezing her soft breasts with his calloused hands, managing to not say anything bad to him. She yelped and jumped when his finger brushed against her exposed and sensitive clit, it sent a thunderbolt of sensation through her body. That was the first time she'd ever been touched there, even when he'd raped her before. "D-don't do that!" she protested, she hadn't realized that her inner muscles and clenched down on his member and that she'd begun to sweat a little.
 
He grunted audibly as he felt her squeeze him, but again he held off, as he touched two fingertips to her clit again, this time ready for her body's reaction to the contact. He continued to squeeze her hanging breast, occasionaly releasing it to take her nipple between two fingers, pulling on it lightly before going back to squeezing it. Rubbing her clit harder, he began to stroke in and out of her, pressing down on her clit just as he pushed deeply into her.
 
"S-s-stop!" she protested again, but it sounded a lot more like a moan. She wriggled and tried to pull herself away from him, but she was paralyzed when he pressed against her clit harder and pushed deep into her. He kept up touching her like that, he wouldn't relent. She felt something rising up inside of her, her body was getting hotter, and she was sweating. Her mind began to cloud as she felt pleasure begin to take over. Then her entire body tensed up, her inner muscles clenched down on his manhood hard and she felt an explosion release from inside of her...Maggie's first orgasm. For a couple of seconds she felt like she was in heaven, but then she realized what he had done to her, what he had made her do...and she hated herself.
 
Alex grinned as he heard her words transformed into moans of pleasure, willing or otherwise. He kept pushing her harder, not pressing down hard, but making the forced titilation more potent. It wasn't long before her body rebelled from her mind's control, electric pulses of enjoyment racking her entire frame, her body involuntarily squeezing his manhood tightly.

He had been ready to go from the start, and it had taken some control to hold out this long. It didn't matter whether he let himself go or whether her squeezing him pushed him over the edge, the result was the same... he came like a deluge. His hot sticky spunk flooding from him, he pumped hard at her hips, his whole body shaking as he again filled her womb with his seed.

When he was fully spent he slowly drew himself out of her, and she collapsed onto the bed, his full load slowly leaking out of her. He collapsed next to her, resting slowly for a moment, looking at his wife. She had a face of mixed bliss and anger. It was a strange combination, but he enjoyed it. Crawling over to her, he took her chin in his hand. "I think you should thank me for that..." and without waiting for her response, he kissed her deeply, taking his "gratitude" from her.
 
She felt him release his seed inside of her and hated herself once more. She could still feel the remainders of the intense pleasure he'd just given her, intense pleasure that she hadn't wanted. She couldn't deny that part of her had absolutely loved it, part of her wanted more and more and more of it. Most of her was disgusted, most of her wanted to cry. It became even worse when she could feel some of his seed leaking out onto her leg, there was no way that she was going to escape pregnancy.

She cringed when he took her chin. She was about to protest, but he'd already shoved his lips onto hers. She managed to yank her face away from him and rolled over onto her other side, away from him as she usually laid. She finally let her tears go, sobbing once before she managed to silence herself. She couldn't live like this. She couldn't. She had to find a way out.
 
He let her go. As much as she hated him, he knew she had enjoyed it. She'd come around to enjoying his time with her eventually. He lay there, half naked for a little while, just reveling in the feelings that she had given him. Unwilling, sure, but it still felt good. He stood, and recovered his pants and made his way out, not giving her a back behind him.
 
Maggie cried herself to sleep, as she did almost every night for the next month. As he had said, he was going to have sex with her at least every two days until he could see obvious signs that she was pregnant with his child. Despite her hatred for him, she came to orgasm most times they had sex. She would never admit that she liked it afterwards, though often times he would try to prod her into saying it.

She knew that a part of her craved each orgasm he gave her. She knew that her body was growing more used to him every time he touched her, that in fact, her body was slowly giving in to him. She had to work harder to tense up her muscles against him, he slid inside of her easily now, though she was still tight around him. She hated that. She hated that her body would betray her like that. As the days went on, Maggie sunk deeper and deeper into depression.

One day she finally came to a resolution. He let her out onto the deck occasionally, always closely supervised. Sheâ??d never asked to be let out before, but she was sure she could get him to let her out. When he wasnâ??t looking she would fling herself over the side. After all, he made her wear pants all the time now, so it would be easier to run and jump. She wouldnâ??t be hindered by her garments, and when she was in the water she could kick herself out a bit so that he couldnâ??t lean over and grab her. She would kill herself and the child that had probably begun to grow within her.

There still werenâ??t any signs that she was pregnant, but she had a feeling that she was. When he was out of the cabin she would lie there and stroke her flat belly, wondering if she really was with child. Part of her was elated, sheâ??d always wanted to be a mother. But part of her was devastated, it would mean that he had succeeded in his mission.

The next time he came in and wanted to have a session with her, she put up the meager fight that she always gave at the beginning. As the session went on though, she came up with an idea. She began to give small murmurings of pleasure and even pressed her hips up into him once or twice, putting on more of show of enjoying it. When she came she allowed the moan that always wanted to escape do so, her body collapsing down on the bed underneath him. She lifted her hands and covered her face for a moment, as if she was a little embarrassed for having displayed her pleasure like that.

She slowly removed her hands from her face and looked up at him, sheepishly. â??Alex?â? she asked softly, her hands colored from the heat of their bodies pressed together, â??Can I go outside?â? she sincerely hoped that she hadnâ??t over done the act of enjoying it. She knew her question was genuine, hopefully he wouldnâ??t be suspicious.
 
Alex pulled himself away from her, staying inside her. He was breathing heavily, her moans of pleasure having driven him harder. She was finally coming around. She might still hate him in some ways, but she was at least enjoying this, and it was a small victory.

He looked down at her. She was wearing a different shirt, this one was a pull over, which he had pulled up, playing with her full bosom with one hand as he had ravaged her. His other hand had been behind her, and was now pinned to the bed, his fingers still firmly grasped around buttocks.

Catching his breath, he nodded. He was bothered that she had spoke out of turn, and he planned to make sure she fully realized her mistake later, but he was pleased enough with her reaction to their time together that he'd let it slide for now. "Yes, my wife. You are due a reward now, I think." Pushing himself off her, he slipped off the bed and reclothed himself, and headed toward the door, waving for her to follow him.
 
She stayed splayed out on the bed for a moment after he'd gotten up. Then she sat up and fixed the shirt he'd given her, swinging her legs over the bed and pulling her pants up. She wriggled a little bit, her insides were always so sensitive right after he took her, whether she enjoyed it or not. She stood up and stretched, padding after him silently.

She knew that she had spoken out of turn but she was glad that he hadn't mentioned it. Her heart began to beat faster as she neared the door, she hadn't been outside in a long time. She could smell the sea air, she was craving it suddenly. She couldn't wait to be out there, get to the edge, and then free herself to that endless bounty of water. The sea wouldn't be her funeral bed, it would be her saving grace.
 
Alex stood by the port side of the ship, gripping the railing and staring off into the distance. The Navigator had them on course for St. Jude's Isle, a small island with a ghost town that his crew had claimed as their base. But for now they were hundreds of miles from anywhere. Nothing but sea for as far as the eye could see. It was very calming.

Turning his head as Maggie stepped out onto the deck, he smiled at her, a genuine smile, not some of the hard, fake smiles he'd been giving her since she arrived. Maybe things were going to turn around.
 
Maggie smiled back at him, true happiness in her face. She wandered away from Alex slowly, towards the opposite side of the ship. She walked slowly, as if taking her time to enjoy the sunlight. In reality she was calculating how much space was between where she was standing and the side of the boat. She walked over to the edge and gripped the railing, leaning over it a little.

She took a deep breath, inhaling the sharp smells of the sea. She turned her head and glanced back at Alex, glad to see that he wasn't looking at her. She took a few steps back, six to be exact. She lifted her face up to the sun for a moment, took another deep breath, and then leveled herself. She looked out at the boundless sea, tensed up her legs, and took off towards the edge of the ship.
 
As she began to run, the slap of her feet against the deck caught everyone's attention. People turned and stared, Alex included, his neck whipping around. As she lept over the side, cries of alarm and "Man overboard", most saying it reflexively, despite the gender of the person who had gone over. Alex raced over to the opposite side where she had gone over, and he looked down, seeing her floundering in the water, but paddling away from the ship.

Not that there was any doubt, but she was trying to kill herself. He wouldn't... couldn't let her do that. Taking a few strides back, he launched himself over the side of the deck, smoothly diving into the seas beneath them. Coming up for air, he blinked the salty water off of his eyelids and looked around for Maggie.

Quickly picking her out, still floundering but trying to swim away from him, he began quickly pushing himself through the water, overtaking where she was with ease. Gasping for air in the rocking waves, he wrapped his arm around her waist as a ladder was lowered over the side of the ship, and he began swimming toward it.
 
For an instant, Maggie was flying. She was in the air, she was soaring, she was free. Then she slammed into the cold water. She shivered but immediately tried to paddle away from the ship. She wasn't much of a swimmer, as she was female and hadn't been taught, but she was going to try her hardest. The current was swift and it kept pulling her to the side, but she was paddling as diligently as she could.

She heard someone splash down into the water behind her and knew it could only be Alex. Panic rose up inside of her and she paddled harder, kicking her legs out behind her as she went. She felt his arm slide around her waist and she screamed, her feet kicking at him and her hands trying to pry his arm from around her.

"Let me go!" she screeched even as she continued to kick at him. "Let me go, let me go, let me go!" she began to cry, sobbing uncontrollably. When he had taken them close to the boat she started to kick at that, trying to push them away from it.
 
She struggled which made swimming infinitely harder. He was tempted to just knock her out, but in the time it would take to do that, she might do something worse and kill them both, so he continued to swim, holding her against his side, her kicks hitting his legs, sure to make large bruises on the morrow. The climb up the ladder was even harder, since he had to keep a grip on her and pull himself up. Her kicks became even stronger now that they weren't slowed by the water, and more than once he winced, gritting his teeth as he pulled them up onto the deck after what felt like an eternity.

He was soaked from head to toe when he pulled himself up on deck, the same for Maggie, both of their clothing dripping wet and clinging to their clothing. Not waiting, lest people see more of his wife than he wanted, he grabbed her, tossing her over his shoulder, he quickly made his way to his cabin, locking the door behind him, and he threw her down on the bed.

Grabbing her shoulders, he shouted at her, his grip on her tight. "What in the seven hells do you think you were doing?" His eyes and nose were red, probably from the salty seas, she thought, streams of water running down his face still. "What if... what if..." his voice broke as he struggled to say this, and suddenly she realized that it wasn't sea water running down his cheeks, but tears, his face red not from the saltiness, but because he was... crying.

"What if I had lost you?" he finally got out before he fell forward, wrapping his arms around her, holding her closely as he continued to sob.
 
Maggie continued to scream and fight the entire way up the ladder and across the deck. She screamed and fought until he grabbed her by the shoulders. That shut her up, it was sudden and unexpected. Her eyes widened and she just stared at him, the bed becoming soaking wet underneath her. "Wh-what?" she whispered, her brows furrowing as he spoke.

She stared passed him at the wall when he grabbed her and held her close, blinking several times. She wriggled and tried to pull away from him, but he was holding her so tightly that she could barely move. "You're crushing me," she said softly, still trying to get him to let go of her. "P-please let go?" she felt a little bad for him...but not much. Or so she thought, anyway. Subconciously she felt terrible for having tried to kill herself.
 
He rolled off her, laying next to her, releasing her arms, but before she could react, he pulled her on top of him, hugging her tightly. They were both still cold and wet, but the shaking she felt from him wasn't shivering, but the shaking was from him still crying.

They lay there for a few minutes until he was able to get his emotions under control. He'd lost it. Not gone berserk, but let his mask fall apart, and she had seen his real self. He would have to make sure he reasserted control later, but for now he was too busy holding his wife close, happy that he hadn't lost her.
 
Maggie growled and pushed against him when he pulled her on top of him. "Let me go!" she growled, much the same as she had when they were in the water. Except this time she was angry more than she was frantic. "Let me GO!" she screeched, finally able to wrench herself free.

She rolled off of him onto the bed and stood up. She shivered violently from the cold water clinging to her and she growled again in irritation. She stomped over to the small trunk Alex had begun storing her other clothes in. She stripped off her wet clothing and began to shuffle through the man's clothes before she stood up and turned around, glaring at him.

"You know what? I hate wearing man's clothes. I hate it! Let me wear women's clothing or I swear I'll throw myself over again! And this time I won't let you pull me out!" she screeches at him, fully aware that she's breaking almost every rule he wanted her to follow.
 
Alex sat up as she started stalking across the room, when she reached the bin where her clothes had been stored, she found nothing but men's clothing. This was more than enough fuel to stoke the already burning fire in her heart.

Looking at her, naked, but still dripping with water, he shook himself out of his moment of moroseness. His mask was broken for the moment, so he didn't care what he did. He had just saved her, and would be damned if he'd lose her to something else. Standing up, he pulled off his own clothing and walked over to her, ignoring her screaming at him in anger. Reaching out, he slid one arm around her shoulder, the other under her legs and quickly swept her off her feet before turning and returning to the bed.

At the bed, he reached out with a foot and stuck it under one of the covers, dragging it awabefore he dropped her onto it. Getting in bed next to her, he grabbed the comforter and pulled it over them, before he wrapped her in his arms, and held her close, the adrenaline rush finally receding, leading him to start to shake, some from the withdrawl, and some from the cold.
 
Maggie kept screaming at Alex, even louder when he came towards her. When he stripped himself she glared at him, screaming at him now for why he was getting naked. When he picked her up she shrieked and started to kick at him, trying to make him let go of her. She screamed and screamed, as loud as she possibly could, hoping for some kind of salvation.

When he threw her down onto the bed she tried to run off of it, but he was next to her before she could even move an inch. "No don't!" she screamed when he wrapped his arms around her, her entire body tensing up as she thought he was going to rape her again. "Don't! Don't!" she screeched, a new bout of tears spilling from her eyes.

She stayed rigid still for a few minutes, expecting to feel him strangling her or tearing apart her insides...but she felt nothing but him shaking. She blinked a few times, realizing that he was just holding on to her, he wasn't trying to do anything to her. She slowly allowed her muscles to relax, realizing also that she was getting warmer from being under the covers with him.

"Alex?" she asked softly, turning her head to look at him. She saw that his eyes were squeezed shut, it appeared as if he was sleeping. "Alex?" she asked again, a flood of guilt taking her over. She was starting to see that maybe he did care about her, and that maybe, she'd really hurt him by trying to kill herself.
 
His eyes slowly opened and he looked down at her. The face that was nothing like what she had known for the last month. Instead, fear and concern was written all over his face. "Do you know how afraid I was for you?" he asked her.

"And it's not just losing you at sea. The waters this far out are colder than many winters in England. You need to stay under the covers with me." He squeezed her close to him, "Right now we're both very suceptable to illness. Until we're both warm, just stay here." He then laid a small kiss on her forehead before looking down at her.
 
Her eyes widened a little bit when he spoke to her like that. Like he really truly cared about her. She felt a lump grow in her throat and tears well up in her eyes. She blinked rapidly for a couple of seconds until that feeling went away. She cleared her throat and looked away from him. She didn't think that she could look at him without feeling how she felt about him before all of this. For a fleeting second, she loved him again.

She nodded silently, turning her entire head away from him now. She felt like she was going to cry, and she knew that she couldn't. If she cried then he would know she was weak, he would know that she still loved the old him. That she still wanted him to be her one and only, even though he wasn't.
 
As she turned away from him, he sighed quietly. He didn't suppose he could expect a lot of compassion from her after the way he had treated her. But for now, that didn't matter. Just making sure she stayed warm. He released her from the tight grip he had her in, letting her turn away from him, then he pressed up against her back, wrapping his arms around her waist, her slim shape conforming to his. There was a base physical reaction on his part, just by being close to her, but he didn't push it, or try anything with her.

They laid there under the blankets, their bodies warming each other for a while, until Alex fell asleep, his arms continuing to encircle her, holding her close to him as his breathing smoothed into the steady rhythm of one who was sleeping.
 
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