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The Plunder of War (BennyQ/Alexandria94)

Adalind wasn't exactly sure what to say to him. This was never going to work and she knew it. She had raised herself, and it had only ever been herself so she wasn't about to let someone else take her now. He could do what he wanted to her, but she would never be his, at least not while he was being an asshole to her. It physically made her sick to her stomach to know that there would only ever be him on this ship, and then after that it was darkness, the unknown and she was afraid of what she didn't know.

She watched him as he moved around, wondering how he could be so unashamed of his body. Even now she was grabbing the sheets and attempting but failing to wrap them around herself. Her body was something she had never been comfortable with so when a cover randomly dropped on her head she shrieked from surprise; immediately jerking it off. While he moved down to the bed and moved towards her she jumped from fear, groaning when he moved her to him. She stared down at her wrists, at the angry red welts adorning them, then at the brand on her side. It was now puffy and even more red than her wrists. At least she knew what to do should they become infected. She let her head roll back to the headboard, her eyes shutting. "I would never want to be your equal. It is sad that not even you can see what you have caused it such a short amount of time when it could have easily been prevented."
She told him, and though she wouldn't drink from the wine he was so fond of, neither would she enjoy his seed; she would starve to death before that happened. He was so close to her and she wondered if he could feel the way her entire body had tensed from his touches, which she was trying to ignore.
 
Zeno listened, and took a sip from the flagon after she had said her piece. With his hand, he grabbed her head and brought it to rest on his chest. He knew she enjoyed the touches he gave her and her body had given away the immense pleasure she had felt through her moans. And Zeno knew without a doubt she would enjoy the warm cuddling he would let her have. "If you don't have anything nice to say to your new master, I would appreciate it if you didn't speak at all." He continued drinking from his flagon, staring off into the darkness and enjoying her soft body pressed hard against her. Let her rest for now, he had done much to her. She will form stronger and stronger walls around her tonight and tomorrow he will break them down again. He saw it going on like this for many days, until eventually she broke completely.

He was getting quite drunk now, and his stroking of Adalind's body became more gentle and sensual. He rubbed and massaged her nipples smoothly, and would occasionally rub her clit to give her a short span of pleasure. Once the flagon was empty, he simply threw it to the side, and rolled over to embrace Adalind more fully. He faced her now, though her face was still pressed into his chest, and he held her body in his arms in a tight hug. His limp manhood rubbed against her pussy as well, being able to sense any part of her body reacting.
 
While Adalind was lying on his chest she could hear his heartbeat. It was so slow and so calm, so different than hers. It amazed her and she found that she liked listening to it. It oddly brought her comfort when the rest of him didn't. She could hear him drink and drink from the flagon and wondered exactly how much was in it. She listened to his comment about her words and before she could stop herself she expressed her opinion, as she always did. "For you to be my 'master' and have any say over me, truly, both inside and out, it would require a two way street. One which doesn't exist."

She knew she shouldn't speak out but she couldn't help herself, and she felt like it needed to be done. As he moved toward her she was afraid that in his now drunken state he would be even more cruel toward her, but instead she got quite the opposite and was very surprised with it. It was so easy to seduce her, each touch of his fingers had her arching in toward him. She couldn't help it and she knew he wouldn't be like this sober, the worst part being that with his extremely drunk state he wouldn't remember this. How she reacted to him and how small moans escaped her. She knew once they were awake in the morning he would return to being cruel and that made her almost sad in a way.
After all was done and he embraced her she felt herself relax when she was sure she never would. The day's events were long and she was more than happy to let her head fall directly over his heart, and she fell asleep. Her body curling up to his as it curled itself around him.
 
Listening to her comment, in a drunken stupor, Zeno considered her request. A two way street? It couldn't be a two way street because women couldn't keep their priorities straight. It was a hopeless logic he had fallen into, but the wine compounded it with strength and resolution. Zeno slept easily with Adalind embraced in his arms, and because of the nature of his mission, there would be little need to be about all day tomorrow. There would be long days of sailing, with little to no contact.

He dreamt drunken dreams, where he thought he was back home, a long time ago. That time and place no longer existed, and Zeno muttered words in his sleep, including "mother" and "fire." It was not known to Adalind, but Zeno had once lived on a grand estate with a father and mother. But as a child he saw things, the way his father had treated his mother, that stung deeply to his core. He didn't remember now, but as a child, enraged by the treatment of his mother, had set the entire manor on fire, killing both of his parents unintentionally. Years later, a vagabond and outcast, he had become a privateer and smuggler, and eventually won command of a ship.

Zeno awoke late into the morning, his head stinging from a slight hangover. He felt Adalind still close to his body and knew she had not attempted to budge or flee during the night. To signal her that he was awake, he reached across her chest and groped a breast. He moved his face into her neck, kissing and probing her sweet points there.
 
As tired as Adalind was when she had gone to bed she found herself waking up at quite a few times in the night. Each time she did she found that she was sorer and sorer. She thought she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep and Zeno's hold on her caused her to stay in place as his iron grip didn't allow for much moving, even in his sleep. She managed to move a little though and she had wrapped her arm around his neck, not knowing why, but wanting some type of comfort.

She hated him, but when he was caring and playful she didn't as much. In her nearly back to sleep state she heard him muttering the words and wondered what he meant. She could tell from the sadness in his voice that it had something to do with that way he was. Because of her nature she wanted so desperately to help him. Sometimes she hated that about herself, her empathy levels were always so high, as was the need to help everyone she could. She leaned over and lightly kissed him on the chest as she quickly fell back asleep.
She was sleeping deeply and when she was awoken by the kissing on her neck she gasped, her back arching into his hand. He would be able to feel the increase in her heartbeat before she started to wake up more. Realizing who it was, and that he was now sober, she pushed herself back into the bed as far as she could, trying to escape him the fear quickly returning. She didn't want sober Zeno, he was so cruel, she liked the drunk, kind, one better.
 
Zeno noted how he drew away from her and allowed her to do so. He didn't mind, there was nothing for her to do that could delay the inevitable. He laugh and flicked her ass quite sharply, before rolling over to get up off the bed. He stretched and yawn, his muscles bulging out with his exertion. He opened the front door, not caring that his or her nakedness could be seen, and retrieved a bucket of water that had been sitting there. A common routine, that the Captain requested every morning. He brought that back inside, and sitting on the edge of the bed, he dipped his entire head into the water. He pulled his head out quickly, and shook his head fiercely and sent water flying in all directions. Fully awake now, he moved about his quarters. He poured himself a glass of wine and gulped it down.

Still without looking back to Adalind, he threw on some undergarments to cover some of his nakedness. Then he walked over to the wardrobe, the dreaded wardrobe, and rummaged inside. He hummed a tune while he did so, acting like it was some normal procedure, and let out a loud "Ah!" as he found what he was looking for. He extracted an iron band that disconnected and locked at the center. Opposite to this lock was the beginning of a long metal chain. It was a few feet in length and ended in a hook. He turned to Adalind, and like a lion he sprang upon her without question. He overpowered her feeble attempts to defend herself and clamped the hard iron around her neck, locking it with a key. He then took the chain side and tied it fiercely to a bed post. Satisfied, he stepped back to take a new look at his captive, who was chained like a wild dog to a tree.
 
Adalind had thought it odd that Zeno had allowed for her to move away, but it didn't take her long to find out why. She watched him as he moved across the room and went to the door, bringing back with him the pale of water. She wanted so badly to wash herself, despite his cleaning last night it was still there in places and she felt so nasty. What she didn't expect was the head and water flying everywhere, which caused her to quickly shut her eyes. When she opened them again and saw that he was drinking more a part of her soothed inside itself. She wanted him to get drunk so he was nicer to her, much much nicer, but a part knew he wouldn't get that drunk again, at least not today.

Her heart pounding she looked at him and watched more. She knew it would be useless to try and do anything, not only would he overpower her he would hurt her. She watched him as he searched through his wardrobe, and when he found what he wanted she gulped. She knew it wasn't going around his neck and when he came over to her, panic set in and she tried to fight him lightly, though it did her no good. As soon as he was done and stepped away from the chain she looked down at it. It felt degrading to her and she wondered why she had to have it. She had shown him no signs of trouble but he acted like she wanted him to. If she was going to be locked up and raped multiply times for something she didn't even deserve then she would give it to him.
Looking back up to him she narrowed her eyes, her body blushing from his intense staring though she tried to ignore it.
 
Zeno relished her helplessness, smirking at her expression of indignation. He continued to ignore her after, getting himself dressed fully. He threw on a cotton tunic, down to his knees, and threw a cape around his shoulders. He stood a while, smoothing out his clothes quite calmly in slow calculated movements. The fact that Adalind remained naked and helpless on his bed and her suspension growing with each moment figured little to him at that moment. Zeno got to take her at his whims whenever he wanted, and he didn't want her wandering around his room messing about his things. She was his concubine, his bed whore, and he wanted her to understand that without having to tell him.

He walked quickly and left the room, leaving Adalind there alone and chained. The bucket of water he used was just out of range of where she could move with the leash. It was close to a hour before he returned, a basket of bread, fruits, and meats in his arm. He sat down at the table, and began eating choice items to himself. He ate quite impudently, juices from fruits and meats running down his lips. The bread was warm and he openly spread jam over it's exterior before eating it. When there was a few items left, he sighed and leaned back, regarding Adalind again for the first time since he returned. What should he do with her first? Her ass seemed begging to be entered, or perhaps he should temper her pussy some more, he thought as his eyes drifted up and down her body.
 
Adalind could practically feel the loathing for him rolling off of her. It was no wonder he was along and in piracy on this god forsaken ship. He was too brutal for anyone to love or care for, not like he would let them even if they were to try. She watched him, with the same expression, as he moved about, not even looking at her, fixing his clothing. She wondered how such a person could be in the room with someone they have physically abused and not look at them. His message came to her loud and clear, it was obvious what she was to him and it would be the only thing. She figured she wouldn't have to talk to him, so she told herself from that point on, she wouldn't, not even if she wanted something from him.

As he left she immediately looked at the bucket of water. It was still pretty hot because she could see the steam rolling off of it and if there was only one thing she couldn't stand, it was to be dirty. Moving slowly and groaning because of the pain between her legs, she made it as far as she could before the chain stopped her. With her stubbornness she first grabbed the rag from the night before and then stretched to the bucket. Because of the tension in her body she could feel the iron collar digging into her neck on one side and it hurt so badly, she knew it would chaff her horrifically but if you never moved the collar you would never see it.
Finally grabbing the bucket she quickly washed between her legs and moved herself back to the bed as soon as he reentered the room. She was glad she was quick about it, who knew what might have happened if he had caught her. Watching him again she could smell the food and her stomach wanted to rumble, though she clenched it to make sure it wouldn't. As he sat down and enjoyed his meal she looked away from him and stared at a wall, her mind starting to go into deeper thoughts.
 
Zeno finished off the last morsels of food, having at last decided on how he should start with her. Silently undressing, he came up on her quietly as she stared at a wall, attempting to close herself out. With a violent yank on her chain, he drew her back to lie flat on the bed. Adalind's head came to lie over the edge of the bed, her hair trailing down to the floor. Zeno stood in front of her, her head staring between his muscular thighs. His hard cock was just outside her mouth. He squeezed one of her nipples to provoke a gasp of pain, and when her mouth opened, he drove his cock into the opening. This time he thrusted deep, but gently. As he did so, he reassured her, "You think I didn't forget about your breakfast, cunt?"

He placed both his hands on either side of her face and used them to thrust her head in rhythm with his hips. Zeno did this for a few moments, before allowing his hands to trace up to her breasts, which bounced and shook with each of his thrusts. He played and massaged each breast in an uncharacteristically gentle way, and he even teased her nipples a little, some what apologetic for squeezing them earlier. Sweat began to trickle down his back and he knew he would cum soon, and he drew his hips back slightly to ensure that the tip of his dick was always close to the tip of her tongue.
 
Adalind could see him out of the corner of her eye as he undressed. She knew what was coming next wouldn't be fun, even if it was the simple blow job he was planning. When he came over and yanked on her chain it jerked on the chaffed area and she knew it would be bleeding underneath the collar now. She wondered if he would take it off of her under serious injury. She knew she had nothing else to do and though she didn't want to give up he didn't give her much choice in it. Putting up this wall was the only way she knew how to keep herself emotionally protected from him and therefore the only option for her in her situation. She wondered what he would do if she never did anything. It would be almost as if she was dead already and maybe then he would act differently with her, she didn't want much, just some respect. If he would give her that she would behave more.

With her eyes still staring forward after all his cock was inserted she looked around from between his thighs at the room around her. She knew it would be the only thing she would stare at for a long, long time. She could feel his cock sliding in and out of her throat. It was a completely different feeling as compared to when she willingly did it to him and it took slightly more effort but she focused on the pain as it gave her already sore throat an even worse raw feeling.
His play on her nipples, though while gentle, hurt because of his previous actions and she could feel another tear slip down her eye, onto her forehead and land on the floor. She was almost envious of her tear, how it could dry up or slip through a crack and leave and how she wished it could be her. Her hands were bunched in the covers and they were in fists so hard they were shaking.
 
Zeno could feel his climax coming on hard, and he placed his hands back on her head as he kept thrusting. Just as an explosion of seed burst outwards into her mouth, he let out a sigh of pleasure. He had his hands across her chest and lower body, sending little tingles of pleasure into Adalind's body. Again, he held his cock in her mouth until he was sure she had been forced to swallow everything. She would grow weak and savage, but a double daily dosage of this would keep her just energized enough to show emotion. He withdrew his cock from her mouth, noting the small tear streak running off her forehead. She was breaking, he nodded with satisfaction. He also saw a small trail of blood leaking from under her collar.

At once Zeno feared he had damaged his new prize too much. He had branded her ribs painfully and her wrists had red bruises all around. Her radiant hair was looking lifeless. He decided she needed a changeover. Perhaps if she cooperated with this, he could reward her a little freedom. He walked back to his pile of clothes and slowly put them on, ignoring Adalind for the moment. She would need a few minutes to recover, and so he left the room again. This time he returned quickly, with a number of clothing items over his shoulder. He threw down silk dresses and fur sweaters and looked at them intently, before looking at Adalind. He picked a simple red long-sleeved dress, one that would fall past her feet cover her arms. He placed this on the bed, this grasp the iron collar around her neck and brought it closer to him. With a click, he unlocked the mechanism and uncoupled her from it. "If you be good, you won't have to wear it when we come back." He warned, before pointing at the dress, "Put that on. I don't wanna hear any smart comments."
 
Adalind calmed herself as he continued to thrust into her mouth, she knew he was getting such pleasure from just fucking her mouth and she wondered if she would ever have that. To cry out with pleasure, to have fun, to cuddle willingly and enjoy the feeling of being in another's arms. Love was something she had never had from anyone other than her family so she wasn't sure how it started, all she wanted was to run away from this man so she could try and find it on her own. When he came into her mouth she easily swallowed all of it, the quicker he was finished the quicker he would leave her alone and not touch her anymore.

After his cock was out of her mouth she slowly sat up, and once again stared down at her hands. She managed to rotate herself and watched him as he left. He thought she was breaking, but rather she was protecting herself and trying to shut off everything was the only way she knew how. She wanted to fight him, to be brave, but she knew he could cause her severe pain without hesitation and she didn't want that. As he came back she watched as he threw down a dress next to her, she wasn't going to turn her head and look at it, though she knew it was probably beautiful. When he reached for the collar around her neck she immediately thought the worst and her subconscious caused her body to flinch away from him hard.
Her neck hurt, and she knew there was blood there, but she listened, still looking at nothing. Slowly she stood up on shaky legs, legs that easily gave out the first time she stood. The second time she managed to put on the dress, moaning in pain whenever she would have to stretch out her body to much to put it on. She didn't look at him as she sat back down on the bed. She felt better in clothing but knew nakedness was just a rip away.
 
Zeno saw her weakness and knew she would have a hard time walking around the ship. Oh well, when the men saw her trailing and stumbling behind him, they would know the prowess of their Captain. He took her by the hand and led her out the cabin. They stepped onto the deck, almost an entire day after she had been brought on board. Men lounged here and there, bored by the idleness of high seas traveling. They saw Adalind and snickered amongst themselves. Zeno said nothing. He led her through a hatch and down some stairs, taking care that she kept him and carrying her short distances when no one was looking. He was eager to get to whatever destination he was taking her.

He brought her to a damp room in the lower decks. Inside the room, there was a wide bath tub sit up, its water letting off a warm steam. Incense candles burned along benches around and towels were stacked at the base of the tub. Inside, towels were lined against the hard surface of the tub, providing some measure of comfort to the users. There were flagons of wine. Zeno led Adalind in and closed the door behind him, locking it. He pushed her a little towards the tub, indicating he wanted her to climb in, while he fetched two cups of wine for them.
 
Adalind felt like an empty shell, even when it was just them in the captain's room. She wasn't sure how she was going to make it through walking around with all of his men staring at her. They would see how much emotion she lacked and how much she hated everything, it was clearly written all over her face. Just holding his hand and touching him was making her sick to her stomach and she wasn't sure how to get make the fear go away, a part of her thought that it probably never would. As she was led around on deck she could see them snickering at her, she bit the inside of her lip, causing it to bleed, to try and keep a straight face while slowly limping behind them.
To her it was obvious that the captain would want to be seen as a strong man, but to her he looked like a coward. Scared of what might happen if he was nice to a girl, didn't tie her up, actually seduced her.

As he led her deeper she thought she would collapse, until he picked her up. Despite the lack of energy, her body tensed when he touched her but she allowed for him to and was thankful when they finally reached their destination. She stood and she tried to be still when she was led in but her legs again wanted to cripple. The incense smelled so good, and the water looked so inviting. When she was nudged to go toward it her eyes teared up. She looked at the water, oh how she wanted it but would never ask for it. She looked back at him, clutching the sides of her dress. She was waiting for the painful price she thought she would surely have to pay in order to use such a luxury. She thought he was playing with her, thought he wasn't actually going to let her do it and it almost made her mad. Though how could she take something nicely offered when it had never happened before with him.
 
Zeno sighed, as if he didn't want to have to go through this action. He drank down both glasses of wine, knowing she wouldn't want any. He undressed himself first, letting her contemplate her continued disobedience against him. His strong muscles shook while he wiggled out of his clothes. Naked once again, he moved over to her, where she defiantly stood. Never taking his eyes from hers, he unclasped her dress and let it fall to the floor around her. Her bruises and branding were visible again, and he traced a finger around her perk nipples. "You always have to make this hard on yourself, don't you?" With the same brutish demeanor, he lifted her up and dropped her into the waiting water.

While she struggled to regain her posture, he joined in also. There was little room separating her and she was enveloped by his massive stature. He grabbed her close to his body, holding her curves firm against his own. His cock brushed lightly against her thigh and the amounts of wine he quickly consumed began to flow to his mind. He wanted to take her there and then, but her injured state and fragility provoked a measure of pity in him, even if he was the causer of those pains. He exited the tub and retrieved some items, including soap, a tool to scrap dirt, and small cloths. He hopped back in, water splashing across Adalind.

He approached her with the small towels and held her arm with one hand to steady her. He then began wiping down her sore neck and wrist on her outstretched arms in a remarkably friendly way. After he had done that, he grabbed a scraper. He pushed Adalind down to her knees, and run the rough tool over her back and shoulders. Clearly this peasant girl had never had a proper bath before, and he was amazed at the smoothness and tone of the skin after he brushed it. He continued like this, going over other parts of her body and teasing her private parts as he neared them.
 
Adalind didn't want to make things harder, she just wasn't sure if he meant for her to get naked and get in the tub. The entire day he had been there, in her life, nothing came for free. To get such a simple thing as clothing she had to give a blowjob and have all these scrapes and cuts along her body. She found herself being even more ashamed of her appearance while she was waiting for him to join her in the bath. The drop had hurt a little, she wasn't expecting it, but now, surrounded by warmth she didn't want to move out or away. She watched him as he got in with her and her curious eyes shot to him, they were close together and when he pulled her to him she allowed herself to relax, only because she knew he had consumed more wine.

When he got back up to retrieve things she watched him and as he slowly came back she let her eyes follow his, watching him with curiosity. She let him grab at her, clean her up, and she was surprised at how gentle he was; this was how she knew he was getting more on the drunk side. Taking a deep breath she let herself talk as his hands got closer to between her legs. Her voice nearly trembled and she let emotion out, almost hoping he was drunk so he would never remember it. "W-why are you so nice to me when you are drunk, I w-wish you could remember it afterwards and in the mornings." Her eyes were downcast and a frown adorned her face. She knew there was no way she would ever be able to say a single word to him sober, she would be afraid he would beat her.
 
Zeno worked diligently on her body, ensuring her a clean body. He scrubbed her down with soap, being gentle in the areas where she was bruised. His eyelids drooped a little and he relished her softness with a tenderness that was uncharacteristic to his personality. She was just so...precious and fragile. But at the same time, her spirit and unflinching stubbornness filled him with a desire to break it. She was enjoying it now, he could tell, by the slight movements or tensing of her body. Her breaths gave away her secreted pleasures to his actions, and he grew more motivated by it.

Her question startled him. She, who was content to ignore him and not speak, was suddenly shook by this rare display of kindness he was showing. To Zeno, he simply wanted to maintain his goods, as if it was a sword that needed constant sharpening. So too did he see Adalind, for if she was to be an enjoyable pussy for him to take at his desire, she needed to be maintained. "Do you like it when I'm nice?" He asked back, gently washing her soaped body with a cloth. Instead, he dropped his cloth and held her tightly, one arm wrapped around her stomach as another crawled down her legs, teasing at her cunny.
 
Adalind was almost afraid that her question would anger him and that he wouldn't be drunk enough to accept it. Thankfully he didn't do that, instead he countered it with his own question, one that almost startled her just as much. Did she like it when he was nice, that was a stupid question and she wanted to tell him that, though she held back her tongue, not wanting to ruin what peacefulness that had created in this room. She looked at and watched his fingers as they moved over her, so gentle that she almost believed she was dreamed and that any moment he would turn angry.

She allowed a couple more seconds to go by before she answered him, liking the way he actually wanted an answer from her and didn't just take or demand it. Taking a deep breath she answered him, "I love it when you are nice and treat me as a person instead of an object." Her breath was becoming almost gasping. His fingers between her legs hurt at first but soon the pleasure overpowered the pain and small moans escaped her now popped open lips. She leaned against him and closed her eyes. After a little bit her hips started to roll over his fingers seeking the pleasure he would give. A part of her wanted so badly for him to remember this conversation once he woke up in the morning but she knew that the chance was a very slim one.
 
Zeno used his fingers inside her to bring her even closer into his frame. She was small and fragile against him, and from her words he knew she only wanted to be treated with respect. He wouldn't reveal to her now, but it didn't matter whether he acted kind or mean. Zeno planned on continuing his treatment towards her simply because that is what turned him on. She would never understand that, and if he shared, she would remain silent and resolute forever. No, it was better to let her think there was some chance at kindness and compassion. At least she wouldn't cry as much, but then there was the chance she would fall in love with him. And that wouldn't do him no good. First, the men would think he had become weak and pathetic, allowing a simple concubine to rule his mind and heart so easily. He thought this as he continued pleasuring her, no replying to her question but letting the faster motion of his hand speak for him. The water near her legs splashed and bubbled, indicator of how much he was pumping into her.

He began to grind his dick against her butt, enjoying the feel of his hardness against her juicy butt cheeks and thighs. She would most likely suspect it would be entering her, but maybe she would be thankful that he moistened her up first. His fingers were drenched with her juices, and he slowly added kissing her neck to his actions. He kissed gently along the bruises, as if it would somehow heal and make it go all away. His free hand run up her stomach to her breast and squeezed, though not too hard. If only she could act this way through all of his takings, then perhaps he could show some real kindness. But if she continued to defy him, he thought a night with the men would make her regret her past actions. "I find it strange you have a love and hate relation with this captivity." He simply replied, pushing her closer to orgasm.
 
Adalind hoped that it could go somewhere instead of downhill with him. If she was to be forced to stay here for what was more than likely months on end than she at least wanted some kind of working relationship with him. She didn't want it to be fake but she knew that even if it was it would give her something at least. If she did find out that it was indeed fake though she would completely shut her self off just like Zeno had suspected she would and would once again be a lifeless shell. A part of her wondered if he had ever made love to someone, instead of just harshly taking what he wanted.

She could feel everything in such intensity it amazed her. She knew his cock was near her entrance and she knew it would hurt should he take her, but it that maybe it wouldn't hurt as bad if that taking wasn't harsh but slow. Because of his fingers pumping into her she could feel herself grinding back against him but she couldn't stop herself. It felt so good and she had never had an orgasm before but she had a feeling it wouldn't take much longer to find out what one felt like.
She heard his words and gave him an answer "I find it strange that you beat me one second and then pleasure me the next in this captivity." Her words were followed by heavier breathing and she could feel it start from her toes as her body tensed. She pressed herself back against him, moaning louder now and when the orgasm hit her completely she gripped his sides and her back arched under his hand. It felt like bliss and each little aftermath from his fingers caused her body to shutter and little whimpers of pleasure to escape from her.
 
Adalind's orgasm washed over his fingers, and her juices mixed openly with the bath water. Her body was arced tightly against Zeno and he knew she had enjoyed her orgasm to the fullest. He removed his fingers, her hips slightly thrusting after them as they departed, and ran his arms up her body to her breasts. He massaged and squeezed them, relishing the soft feel as he thought of what he could do next to her. She was clean and fit for the taking, and he decided an activity like this every morning was needed. This dirty peasant girl had probably never known such luxury. Zeno smiled at her response to this question. From their position on her breasts, he raised the two fingers he had been using to finger fuck her and traced them to her mouth. He circled her lips once, letting her feel her pussy juices on them before sticking his two fingers in, allowing her a better taste. "I'll beat you when you disobey and pleasure you when I feel like it." Zeno replied to her question, quite soberly.

Without any more hesitation, he pushed her away towards the tub edge and got out. He walked to the counter and poured himself another drink, sipping the wine slowly as he turned to stare at her, helplessly in the tub. His eyes ran up and down her body, picturing each of the desires and whims he could subject her to. What difference did it make if she had an opinion on what he did? At the same time, he wanted her to comply with his desires. If that meant pretending to be nice, so be it. Finishing his drink in a few more gulps, he picks up a small bowl containing a strawberry-smelling paste and he returns to the tub. He hops back in with a splash, and when Adalind turned to see what he had brought, Zeno splashed water at her and forced her to turn around and face the wall. Next she knew, the paste was being furiously mixed into her hair by his rough hands, making sure every knot and strand was covered by his shampoo.
 
Adalind's body was shaking well after he was finished giving her an orgasm. Her body had never felt such ecstasy and still she found her breathing rigid. Every time he touched her she could feel her skin prickle. With his hands traveling up her body she closed her eyes and just allowed him to do so, a part of her didn't want to fight today but the other part didn't want to give in to him. She was afraid of herself most of all in the situation. As his fingers traveled up and around her mouth her tongue instinctively shot out to taste herself. She liked how she tasted so when the fingers were placed in her mouth she sucked on them, her tongue swirling around them. She was almost disappointing when he stopped and got out of the tub.

She took in a deep breath, and turned to watch him. The muscles on him were so easily defined and to her it seemed as if he had never lost a battle. She hoped he wasn't becoming more sober but his response almost made it seem that way and she was grateful when he started to drink just a little more.
As he neared her again she moved slightly toward him but then turned when she was splashed with water. She could already smell the shampoo and when he started rubbing it into her head she hoped he was just being rough because her hair needed a good washing, not because he didn't want to be gentle anymore.
 
Zeno worked Adalind's hair with his hands, giving off a faint fragrance of berries. She allowed him to do so, not complaining. After a few moments, he used the last of the paste to run down her body, rubbing it across her upper chest and back. Finished it off, he threw the bowl aside and it broke apart with a crash. It didn't seem to bother him, and with a laugh, he grabbed Adalind by the back of the neck and drove her face first into the water. A rather childish act, he than rubs her hair fiercely, washing the chemicals out. The tub filled with bubbles and smelled with a faint aura. He allowed her to raise her head at her first resistance, and he nodded with pleasure at the cleanliness of her hair.

Now he could wait no longer, and he spun her around and leaned her over the tub edge. Her ass flared out more fully with her bended posture, and he rubbed his crotch up against. He ran his arms up her sides as his cock came up hard against her thighs and pussy. Holding it with one hand, he inserts it into her pussy from the rear, and lets out a sigh of pleasure as it pushed up against her tightness. With a slap on her ass, he begins to thrust in and out of her, establishing a smooth rhythm that sent waves of water leaping up and down the tub. He went gently and smooth, the water presenting traction to his full force. His hands ran up and down her chest, occasionally playing and teasing her breasts.
 
Adalind found herself enjoying the way he scrubbed her hair, making sure it was clean. Of course she had bathed when she still lived back at her home, but she never got something like this. It was a treat to her and she almost moaned in pleasure. To her it felt very serine but when he threw the bowl it caused her to jump. She wasn't expecting it, and she wondered why he didn't just keep it; surely they would be able to find a use for it later. Another thing she wasn't expecting was being dunked under the water. She tried to remain calm but as he roughly rubbed her hair she started to worry then that all the alcohol had left his system.

Since she had not healed between her legs yet, she started to become afraid when he bent her over the tub after her head was out of the water. She didn't want to let him know that she was scared of him, they were actually having a decent time, but when he slid into her she whimpered lightly. The slap on her ass made her whimper again, but as he started to fuck her she hissed slightly from between her teeth. She was glad that he wasn't going fast, she would not have been able to take it. Her hands were gripping the sides of the tub and she closed her eyes, trying to be still and to let him do as he pleased. She didn't want to make him mad since it was something so easily done.
 
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