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The Plunder of War (BennyQ/Alexandria94)

Zeno thrust his way inside her and out with slow, hard movements. He didn't stick his cock deep inside her entirely as he did before, but kept some of it out. He enjoyed the long thrusts, but on a new cunny like this, an easy-going and gentle approach was needed. He wanted to widen her virgin pussy and keep her tightness firm around his cock, so he decided not to take her roughly. She seemed to enjoy the slackened rocking of his hips, and drunken thoughts within him hoped she would add her own exertions as well. He dreamed of a time when she would be begging for his entire manhood inside him, riding him with equal ferocity and skill that he took her. But she also wanted to be treated with respect first and not treated like a simple fuck. That he could not do, until she adjusted more to his needs.

She was his prisoner for one, and not his lover, he thought bitterly, his thrusts gaining more force and vigor. Who was she to demand such things for him? He could have her throat cut or given over to the men if she didn't please him the way he wanted. His hips were beginning to rock with more force now, and his hand went over her body and rested around her neck, ready to cause pain if she acted out of place. Zeno's breaths were coming in rasps as he ploughed her. She had a tightness like no other, and fucking her with such force was taking it's toll on him.
 
Adalind held on to the sides of the tub. His fucking had caused her to go back just slightly until there was a couple of inches between her body and the edge of the tub. She was happier that he wasn't fucking her as hard, the slow movements caused such friction and while she didn't like the friction she knew it would be much worse on her if she quickly pulled away from him. Taking a deep breath she tried to let her mind wonder, maybe so she wouldn't fell his exertions as much or maybe because she didn't like the situation she was being put in. To her it seemed that every kindness he showed would cause her to be fucked. He made it seem like everything came with a price, when in reality she really had done nothing. The reason she acted so guarded around him was his own fault.

She could easily hear his breathing behind her and she knew he was enjoying himself immensely. A snort almost found its way out of her but she stifled it afraid what might happen should she let it escape. When the fucking had originally started she had hoped it would stay slow, but when it started to pick up she whimpered louder. Her hands started to grip the sides of the tub harder and she tried to pull away from him, leaning her body away from his direction. She could easily feel the hand around her neck and she tried to pull away slowly, so he wouldn't notice. Her body was trying not to focus on the pain he was causing, but another, louder moan came from her along with a tear. She had hoped that being nicer to him would help, maybe cause him to be nice to her back, but it seemed that wasn't going to happen. She knew she would have to think of him as a cold heartless man even if he was to act sweet to her again.
 
Zeno was fucking her steady now, his groin crashing up against her soft butt constantly. He wanted to take her there after, to ride her like a bull. His eyes were closed from the intense exertions, and his hands both ran up and down her body, again showing favoritism to her bouncing breasts. He played and teased each nipple, relishing their perkiness as he began to kiss her back neck and shoulder. Zeno reached his climax, cumming inside her yet again. With several grunts and moans of pleasure, he convulsed the last of his seed into her with a few final, powerful thrusts. Both his hands came down her body then, resting on her ribs above her hips. He felt her the scarred flesh from where he had branded her under his skin and felt a strange oncoming of guilt.

He pulled out of her, his cock hanging limply as it lost its hardness. He stepped out of the bath and over to the table where towels and his clothes were lying. Drying himself off quickly, he looked to Adalind and saw streaks down her face, the residue trail of tears that she had shed when he was fucking her. He shook his head, disappointed. She would come to enjoy it, and she should have enjoyed it. Tossing her a towel, which landed on her head, he ordered her, "Get out and get dried. And be quick about it." He finished dressing quickly, waiting for her to do the same.
 
Adalind could feel every inch going inside of her. Even as her mind tried to focus on other things it was as if it couldn't. Her subconscious wanted her to feel it, to remember it so she could use it later to protect herself from him. Her body was shivering and when he was finished she could feel him cum inside of her. It disgusted her, what if she got pregnant, would he kill the baby? She knew he didn't think about any of it, just wanted what he knew he could easily take from her. When his hands were on her skin she could feel him pressing at the brand and it stung so badly she sucked in breath through her teeth. She almost crumpled in relief when he pulled out of her and got out to move away from her. She locked up her elbows to keep her body from collapsing like it so wanted to.

After the towel was thrown to her she quickly stepped out, trying to ignore the way her legs trembled. She could feel herself blushing from the gaze her had upon her. She felt so vulnerable and exposed with just the man staring at her. With her head still low she quickly towel dried herself and her hair the best she could before letting the towel drop and she picked up her dress. She could feel her pussy pulsating from the recent abuse and she wondered if he would ever let her heal, so that maybe that slim chance of her enjoying herself could emerge. Clasping the front of the dress together so she wasn't naked anymore she slowly walked back over to him. It was obvious to her that he was no longer even the slightest bit intoxicated with the alcohol from the wine so again she locked herself away from him, finding comfort inside of her own mind.
 
Once Adalind had finished dressing, Zeno grabbed her by the arm and led her out. Some men were waiting, some with their own concubines and whores, and they shouted a few words of encouragement and praise for their Captain, and Zeno, swelling with pride, pulled Adalind faster and beside him, allowing them to see her. They jeered and laughed at her discomfort and wounds, obviously not caring that their Captain mistreated his captured slaves so. He led her away and above decks, where the sun was shining brightly and the sky was bright blue with a gleam. Zeno couldn't help stealing glances at her face and marveling at the comparison in her eyes.

There was something in her eyes that struck out sharply however. While the sky above was clear and not stained with cloud or shadow, hers were marked with pain and emptiness. It seemed to sadden Zeno, but to him there seemed to be glimpses of defiance as well. She had not worked herself to his satisfaction, and so when they reached his quarters, he slammed the door behind them and locked it. He came on behind her, embracing her tightly in his strong arms. Promptly, he clasped her dress at the hem, and proceeded to rip it off of her, revealing her stark nakedness again. Why had he just not paraded her around the ship? What was the need for the dress? He threw her on the bed, almost throwing her like a ragged doll. The iron leash was around her neck again, and Zeno stood back to savor his prize once again with his eyes, unrelenting and cold.
 
Once she was pulled from the safe and more secure confines of the room she looked around her. She could easily see how the rest of the women were treated no differently than she. For they too had small marks here and there, some with even worse marks. She felt bad for them, as she did for herself but she knew there was nothing she could do to save them even if she wanted to. She was having enough problems with her own situation. Her body blushed nearly as red as the dress she was wearing at their laughter. It hurt her, and even though she didn't have much pride left within her a little bit more of it seemed to escape her. The way the Captain handled her when he took her up top caused her to sigh when she was greeted with the fresh air that smelled like ocean and freedom.

Adalind didn't want to go back to his quarters. There was nothing good there, only memories of pain and suffering. When he quickly guided her back she jumped from the ferocious slam he gave the door. She didn't understand why he was so angry all of a sudden. She was trying to behave but when moved up behind her, her body was shaking in fear, screaming when he ripped the dress off of her. Her mind was flooded with confusion. Why was he being like this? She wanted to ponder over it but when she was thrown on the bed she whimpered loudly and looked up at him while he placed the collar back on her. The look in his eyes was so cold she could feel it slice her to the bone and her heart was pounding in absolute fear. He had never looked at her like that, not even in the beginning, and before she could stop herself she started to crawl away from him on the bed.
 
Zeno couldn't help but laugh at her sudden display of fear, watching her scramble about on the bed for safety and protection. "What, no sharp witticisms or rebukes? No demands for nicer treatment?" He mocked her, yanking on the chain and pulling her back to the center of the bed. He leaned in closer, to whisper in her ear, "You do well to calm yourself and get some rest. Or else the men will have a new plaything tonight and a new girl will grace my bed soon after." And squeezing one of her nipples quite painfully to get the message across, he moved away from her and about his cabin. He had work to do, and as much as he wanted to keep fucking his little pet, there were other tasks to see to. Sitting at his desk, he poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one go. He filled it again to the brim and sipped it, this time relishing the bitter taste of the wine.

Zeno had a ship to manage, with over a hundred men who needed their shares of plunder divided and separated. While they had been away in the bosom of the ship, a tray of food had been brought in for lunch which remained on the far side of the room. The smell of fresh, cooked meat and caught fish, alongside bowls of fruits let off a mouth-watering scent but it was too far away from Adalind to reach and grasp. Zeno began working over his paperwork, but the rough style of writing couldn't keep his attention. His thoughts kept drifting back to Adalind, not as she was now, but when she was first presented to him, freshly captured and bold. She carried an air of majestic beauty then, which now could only be glimpsed at little by little in her eyes. Something about that loss saddened him greatly. Unable to concentrate, he downed the last of his wine and stood up. Abruptly, he exited the cabin, intent on distracting himself from such thoughts by nature of hard work. Idleness was making him soft he decided, and so with a loud bang, he left the room, with Adalind still chained to the bed by the neck. He was not to return for many hours, until night had fallen.
 
Adalind watched him after he had mocked her. The feeling of being frightened diminished inside of her and was quickly replaced with raging anger. It seemed to flood it's way through her and when he squeezed her nipples she moaned in pain, but other than that ignored it. She was tired of being treated this way and her eyes narrowed into slits as she watched him. The way he drank the wine, with no cares in the world made her want to shoot him. Being raised on a farm made you prepare for many things. He better hope she never got a hold of a pistol, because she would not hesitate to use it should she have to. She hadn't seen one while she was on the ship but she knew they existed somewhere, this was a ship of pirates, and they never went anywhere without weapons.

With her jaw clenched she watched him with more curiosity while he sat at his desk. If she would have been able to growl at him, she would have. Of course she could smell the food but in her anger it barely phased her. When he got up and left she waited, making sure he was gone. When she was positive he wasn't coming back she looked around the room. At first she didn't know what she was looking for, but as she started to look around the bed she found a very thin nail. She smiled at her luck, took the nail and went to the iron collar at her neck. It took her a couple of tries, possibly all the way up to a few hours before she finally got what she achieved. Each time she dug into it, thankful that the nail was sturdy she eventually hit her skin with it. She knew there would be a little hole in the center and after a few minutes of extreme pulling the collar popped open.

As she slid it free it scraped her neck slightly, but she ignored it as she got up from the bed to look for a pistal, but that was when she started to hear the sounds of footsteps coming back to the room. With her heart pounding in her ears she picked up an iron bar from the corner and made a stance, preparing to attack the stranger, unaware that the oncoming person was Zeno returning.
 
Zeno opened the door and stumbled in, quite drunk. It was nighttime now, and the stars were out shining in all their glory. He had spent much of the day ensuring supplies and ammunition were stocked, and then drank heavily with his First Mate as they went over their recent plunder. One of the crates had opened to reveal brand new breech loaded muskets, and Zeno had them immediately put to good use. Now, with most of the ship settling down for sleep as they sailed the high seas, he finally found time to return to his quarters. A burning passion was growing, in both his heart and his loins, to see Adalind. His heart desired to see her because she offered a gleam of beauty and wholesome goodness that he thought was rare in the world. His loins because he enjoyed fucking her in a dominating way, and her squirming and cries brought a sense of pleasure to him.

At first he fumbled with the lock, unable to detach it with his blurry vision and uncoordinated hands, but he finally got in. There was little light in the room, but the moon shone brightly today and patches of light could be seen falling here and there. He saw or heard no movement from the bed, and thought that Adalind was sleeping. Let her rest a while longer, he thought, she would soon be in for a rude awakening. He moved to the table in slow, calculated steps, a hand on the wall to keep balance. When he finally reached the table, he stumbled a bit and hit a chair harshly. "Fuck!" He swore in pain, and fumbled with some matches to get a candle going. A few tries later, he managed it, though burning a finger in the process, and raised the candle high to get a view of the bed and Adalind. She was not there. With a wild look, he turned towards the further end of the room, and always burst out in laughing at the sight. There was Adalind, naked, holding a iron bar in a vicious posture. Hate was in her eyes as well as determination, as was with all captives when they had the chance to escape. "I'll tell you what," Zeno said, sitting back down again and keeping his eyes on her, or where she would be as shadows fell across the room again, "I'll let you have the first swing, and if you can best me, I'll let you leave the ship peacefully," he continued, stifling a laugh, "That is to say, if you can get past the guards too!" And he burst out laughing then, not taking her or her iron bar seriously. "And if you fail, I'm going to fuck you senseless with that rod."
 
Adalind listened intently as he filed into the room, having to bite the inside of her mouth to keep from laughing at his clumsiness. It was clear that he was so drunk and a part of her regretted managing to get out of the collar on the bed. When he was drunk he was nice but now he was overly intoxicated and she wondered what might have happened, would she have stayed. She heard his cussing, knew he had hit something and then she watched as he lit the candle. His beautiful face was shown to her as he started to look around. It was strange, when he was nice to her she rarely even noticed the scar, but when he was brutal it seemed it was all she could look at. Her heart was pounding and when his eyes finally landed on her, her heart nearly leaped out of her, from fear.

She listened to his offer, knew that there was no way she could get past him and still get out of this ship alive, or worse his men would catch her and that wouldn't be a fun night. Holding the iron bar tightly in her hands she watched as the candle slowly went out well after he was finished talking. Adrenaline was pumping through her and finally she went for it, letting her anger out in her words as well. "I understand that I am your whore as you want to call me, and that I won't be getting out of this situation." She ran across the room and she even surprised herself when she hit him in the shoulder. She knew it would bruise him.
She really hadn't thought this plan through. "But I have feelings. I understand that I will have consequences after this, but what else is new. You aren't happy until I am crying and in pain and miserable!" Not thinking about it she went in for another hit, angry tears rolling down her face.
 
The blow of the rod washed over Zeno with tremendous force, the bar stinging his shoulder with pain and agony. He fell to his knees then, his mind blacking out from the pain and the wine. He had to act quickly before this girl made a laughing stock of him. Bested on his own ship, by a concubine at that. With a pain filled grunt, he dove forward and tackled her, just barely avoiding her second blow. They both went crashing into some chairs, his body landing on top of her nakedness. He wrestled with her, overwhelming her arms and pinning them to the floor. Positioned on top of her, he looked down, and began to laugh. With the arm that was pinning hers down with the rod, he lifted it and slammed it several times against the hard floor, forcing her to release the rod in pain.

"Feelings? You want me to care about your feelings, is it? Remember that your just a cunt, and useful for nothing else. But I admire your tenacity, woman. I'm very impressed. But do you know what we do to girls like you?" Zeno smiled at her, a real evil smile. He released her grasp and stood up, grabbing her by the hair and lifting her. He led out the cabin, her in front with an arm behind her back and still naked, and onto the deck. It was night out, and cold, and the stars were out like never before. Zeno felt a sudden pang of guilt at having to do this, but it was necessary to teach this little whore a lesson. There were a few men about, here and there, and they stared at this spectacle in wonder. Many had their eyes only for Adalind, running up and down her naked form.

Zeno led her below decks, to a room where sounds of drinking and merriment could be heard. Within was the men's mess hall, a rudimentary bar with several tables and benches. When Zeno entered they fill silent for a moment, but at the sight of naked Adalind they whooped and cheered. Their captain had been drinking here only moments before, and now he returned with his own whore. There were other women too, two of them, chained on their back against tables. They were naked, and were being fucked in turn by the men. Zeno took a seat in the corner, isolated from the others, and made Adalind sit on his lap. He ran a hand between her legs, playing at her pussy, while he forced her to stare at the two women. They were both being taken by multiple men, with one women with dark hair and hazel eyes being fucked in her ass, pussy, and mouth. The other, a blond girl, was being fucked on her back, with another drilling her mouth with his dick. The outline could be seen running up and down her throat. "That's going to be you, whore." Zeno whispered in Adalind's ear, fingering her pussy with a steady pace. "Would you like that? To be taken day after day, by several men, sometimes many times by the same man. You'll come to know each of them. I'm sure you would very much enjoy it." The man withdrew his cock from the blond girls mouth, and she turned with empty eyes to stare at them. A line of white cum was running out of the corner of her mouth, but their view of her was cut when another man took position, thrusting his own member into the gaping mouth.
 
Adalind felt bad for hitting him she didn't know how he could be so ruthless all the time. She wanted to run and just when she turned to actually do it she was easily tackled, the wooden chairs and floor scraping her sides and back roughly.. She felt it tear skin but she tried her best to ignore it as she looked up at the man atop of her. His weight easily crushed her and she took in deep gasps to try and catch her breath. She looked up at him while he talked, she was in the perfect distance to reach up and bite his lip. The need to do it almost so overwhelming that she almost didn't catch herself. It was when he pulled her so roughly by the hair that she screamed a little and truly started to become scared.

While she was led out of the cabin and up to the deck she could finally feel the pain in her arm. The pain radiating from it made her guess that it was more than likely fractured since the pain was to great for it to be a simple sprain. All she wanted was for him to break, just a little and give into her. If he had done that it would have been easy to go what he wanted, the unbridled passions she knew she was capable of had yet to come forth but she found that they wanted to. She could see a few of his men staring at her, and while it unnerved her she knew what she was about to encounter would be much worse, and harshly to her expectations she was correct.

When she was taken below decks she could hear men. A lot of men and while she did regret hitting him, she wouldn't say she was sorry. She watched the way his sexually deprived men stared at her and cheered for her. That was the first thing she noticed, the second being the way the women looked beaten and bruised. She knew that these men didn't mercy fuck, when they wanted it, they fucked their women with everything they had; ignoring anything the woman might have to say. After she was sat down and forced to look at the two men she blushed when Zeno started to finger her. It stung a little and she almost hissed as she listened to his words. The words whispering in her ear making her shiver on his lap. She really didn't want these men to fuck her and she could feel herself shaking, she was sure he would be able to feel it too. Angry tears threatened to escape and before she could stop herself she let her mouth speak before she thought it through. "You never cease to prove me correctly, 'Sir'." She emphasized the last word and watched as some of his men stared at her pussy. "You brought me down here, so you could be happy. Of course I wouldn't enjoy it, but you would, wouldn't you? As long as I'm in pain, a smile is on your face." Her heart was beating fast and she was scared, so scared that her body was starting to lightly shake the whole table from merely trembling.
 
Zeno smiled at her response, and in turn, thrust another finger into her pussy. He finger fucked her for several minutes before answering, "I'm not your Sir, I'm your master," he said, whispering into her ear, "And nothing would sadden me more than have to give you over to them. A shame to mark such a beauty like you." He continued fingering her, not letting up despite her trembling. He didn't care if her fear or nakedness disturbed her, this was the moment of truth. "I know your frightened, of me and the pain, but it doesn't have to be like that." Zeno stopped himself after. What was he saying? Of course it had to be like that. She had to be showed that she was his prisoner and his captive, but something else in him wanted more. He wanted her to come with him back to their cabin and not do something idiotic that would lead her into a gangbang.

"You seemed to accepted your fate. Now you have to decide between two evils." Zeno kept whispering, as his fingers went in and out of her cunny. One of the women let out a terrible scream, as one man who was fucking her from the rear grabbed her hair and pulled, only to have her screams cut off by a cock being thrusted in her mouth. Cum seemed to be pouring out of all her holes. "You could stay here, enjoy all of your tight little holes being filled until your looser than the women in the Sultan's harem. Perhaps I could come and visit you, and listen to you beg for me to take you back. Or, you can call me master and ask to return to my room right now." He waited a moment, intensifying his finger fucking of her, "You have until you cum to decide. If you want to return with me, say 'Master, I wish to ride your cock in your quarters.' If you don't, I'll give you over to this lot. They need fresh cunny it seems." He smiled now, kissing the back of her shoulders and neck, before whispering again, "If you come back, I promise there won't be any more beatings."
 
Adalind arched when another finger was inserted into her. She allowed for her eyes to close, some from pleasure but mostly from not wanting to look into his men's faces anymore. Most of them had turned away by that time but she wasn't sure what else she could do. She listened to him and she almost snorted, of course she was frightened. Though while he thought it was halfway him and halfway the pain, she would never tell him that it was mostly him. He could terrify her more than this band of men could. She knew that she was his captive and it would always be like that, even when he said it didn't have to be. She wondered if he wanted her to stay down here, even though he said it would sadden him. How was she supposed to know if he was being honest. He had done nothing to show her that he cared an ounce of what happened to her.

Sagging in sadness and pleasure against him she finally opened her eyes and looked at the poor girls being raped. It was obvious that they were out of this world. They cared nothing about what happened to them and in that way she was almost envious. To her this reality was all to real and even if she were to escape it would haunt her forever and she would never be able to outrun it. She listened to him and as he said the final words she wondered if he was being true here either. She decided to give him a chance, hoping with everything in her that he wasn't lying to her. She could feel the pleasure starting to build so she answered him, in a low voice, thankful that no one was watching them anymore. "Master, I wish to ride your cock in your q-quarters." She could hear her own voice tremble and figured he would mock her for that as well. The angry tears finally spilled over and she could feel her fresher wounds from their wrestling start to sting. She had no idea how deep there were but she could feel what she thought were tiny trickles of blood start to climb down her sides and back.
 
Zeno's smile grew the widest it could go at her response. He continued to kiss the back of her neck as he brought her closer to climaxing. His fingers were slick with her juices and were sliding in and out with relative ease. "Say it louder," he said to her, fingers now arching upwards towards her sweet spot, "say it loud enough for the whole room to hear." It would be a true test of her loyalty to him then. If she could declare herself as his woman, then maybe Zeno could come to accept her a little. Of course he would stop the beatings, but the chaining and bindings would continue. He had special cuffs for those woman who consented to it, and he hoped Adalind to come to appreciate that.

Zeno's cock was hard underneath Adalind, and she could feel it growing as it thirsted for her juices. He had to stifled a wine burp as well, the current ordeal having sobered him instantly. He ran a free hand around her body to tease and play with her nipple, hoping to drive her closer to orgasm. If he didn't get her to say the words louder, then she would be given over to this mob of ill-kept and stinky pirates. Zeno was taking a big gamble here, as her spirit and strength of character might simply reject him and submit to the gangbanging just to spite him. That would hurt him a lot, as he did not want her to become tarnished. So when he asked her to say it louder, his voice just had the hint of pleading with her.
 
Adalind wanted so badly to go back into the more safer confines of his quarters. A place where she knew he had all the authority and would hopefully keep her safe from harm. She heard him tell her in her ear to say it louder. A huge part of her didn't want to, for some reason she thought she would be safer here among these men rather than back in his quarters. She thought he would punish her for having hit him with the iron bar, or worse keep his promise and fuck her with it. Just the thought caused her body to jerk against him. She hoped he would take it as a sign of pleasure and not question it.

As her breath started to accelerate she knew she would have an orgasm soon and should that happen he would leave her down here with all his men. She looked over once more at the girl and decided that she didn't want to become like that, while envious of her state she didn't want to lose herself completely. "Master, please, I wish to ride your cock in your quarters." This time she was louder, so loud that nearly everyone in the room turned to look at her. She added the please to hopefully have a small pleading of her own. Her body was still wildly shaking from fear that he would still leave her down there. With her eyes closed now she let her hips rock over his fingers and his growing cock. She gave into him just a little, hopefully showing him that after just giving her the option of taking her back to safety, and lightly kissing on her, she would help him out as well.
As orgasm hit her she cried out and her back arched, showing everyone in the room what power their captain had over his 'whore.' She hoped that maybe he would see the possibility she was trying to show him. Maybe he could be nice to her in his quarters but maybe in public still act like they were at the moment.
 
Zeno let out a roar of laughter of her proper response and following orgasm, with the men around the room cheering and laughing with him. They all had a kinship, these men of plunder and pillaging, and so they shared a common bond. He removed his fingers from Adalind, sliding them up to her mouth to let her suck on them. As he did so, he answered in a loud voice, "Very well my little pet! Your wish shall be granted." This was met with a roar of drunken laughter and whooping. With a slap on the small of her back, he indicated that she should stand. When she did so, very weakly and slowly, he turned her around and picked her up, throwing her over his strong shoulder.

He marched out of the mess hall, leaving the sounds of merriment and partying behind him as he carried the fragile and naked body of Adalind. She felt very light, like a feather, but Zeno could feel a savage fighting spirit in her. Good, he wanted her to use that strength in their fucking. This was her chance to prove that she was more than just a fuck to be had, and he hoped that his hope in her wouldn't be disproven. He kicked in the door to his cabin, and took her straight to the bed and flopped her down. He turned back, closing and locking the door, and pouring not one but two glasses of wine. He took a sip from one, and took the other to Adalind, holding it out and shouting, "Drink!"
 
Adalind heard him laughing behind her, heard his men join in and it caused her blush to severely worsen. She didn't want any trouble, just to get out of there, so when he put his fingers near her mouth she quickly had them sucked off clean. The taste of herself didn't phase her and she was glad that the option of getting out of that room was so close. After she stood on her very shaky legs she groaned a little as he threw her over his shoulder. Each time he did something with her, to show his strength, it amazed her and she knew if he wanted to, he could easily break every little bone she had.

She watched the floor as they left the room, and she could hear the men still talking about her; it made her shiver in disgust. The seconds it took to get to his quarters seemed too long and by the time they got there she sighed in relief. After being put on the bed she crossed her legs and raised her head to watch him lock the door and get the wine. She was almost surprised that he gave her any, but she didn't complain. She jumped when he shouted to drink it, but while he sipped his she took hers, did what he said, and downed it in one go, tilting her head back. The wine had an odd bitter yet sweet taste, but she welcomed the alcohol, she could feel it warm her and it made her bold. She feared she would drink too much, if given another glass she would be tipsy. She had never drunk before, she was a lightweight.
She felt to get through the rest of this night she needed it, so she held up her glass lightly. "Give me another one." There was a soft plea in her voice, she wasn't sure if she actually wanted it, she knew some of her thoughts about the captain might escape, and some of those he might like.
 
Zeno watched in amazement as Adalind slugged down the entire glass of wine and asked for more. "Wine has made you bold, it seems." He noted with a smile. This woman just couldn't stop surprising him in new ways. In reply, he drank down his down to the dregs and filled both of theirs up to the brim. However, he placed their glasses on the floor beside the bed and pushed Adalind back gently. He started to kiss her, tracing her neck and breasts and back again, and caressing her thighs. Quickly removing pieces of his clothing between kisses, he was quickly as naked as she was as he laid on top of her, muscles grinding hard against her soft skin. He brought his lips to hers, and kissed it with drunken pleasure. His tongue explored her mouth, teasing and tickling her relunctant tongue.

His cock began to rub up against her pussy, but he didn't take her. Instead, he used his strength to turn them around, with Adalind now on top and he on bottom. "You made me a request." He said to her between his kisses, "Now ride your master to his satisfaction." He stopped kissing her then, and his hands were on her ass as they spread her legs to either side of his hips. His manhood was upright and waiting to take her, veins pulsing in anticipation to the upcoming fucking. Zeno couldn't help but lick his lips. Now he would experience the real her, the true her, and if Adalind proved to be what he had hoped, than her standard of living would certainly increase.
 
Adalind thought for sure that she wouldn't be able to show any passion with this man, but when he started to kiss her she gasped. That was the first time he had ever really kissed her, and the only time she had ever been kissed in her life. She found herself arching underneath his touches, her head tilting back to give him more room for her neck. It caused goosebumps to rise on her skin, and a shiver to send itself deliciously down her spine. Even as he was taking off his clothing she continued to kiss him, finding that she enjoyed the way his silky lips felt underneath hers. When his tongue slipped in to dance with hers, her hands slipped into his hair, holding him there.
She heard him request the inevitable her stomach fluttered from nervousness, she had never done such a thing before and she was worried she would do it incorrectly and he would get angry at her.

Before she did anything she reached over and picked up the glass of wine from the floor, also downing this one in one go. Then, with as bold as she was feeling, she looked at Zeno, making eye contact. It made her insides flutter once more but she put her hands on his chest and slowly lowered herself onto him. A gasp filled the room, followed by a moan when he was completely inside her. She took a few seconds to get herself adjusted and after that she started to roll her hips over his cock. At first she was slow, but as she became fully accustomed to him, her hips started to go faster and her head tilted back with a moan of ecstasy instead of pain for the first time.
 
Zeno's back arched when Adalind mounted his cock fully. His hands ran up and down her body, resting on her breasts as she worked his cock. He could feel her tight pussy sliding up and down his length and it felt better than the previous day when he had taken her by force. Her moans sounded majestic now, rather than forced, and he couldn't help but admire her brown hair which fell around her shoulders in waves. She was really beautiful then, and he knew his decision not to give her over would be returned in full. Whenever her eyes fluttered open during the intense fucking they darted to his, and there was a real desire in them that only made him harder. He wanted her then, so much more than basic lust and desire.

His hands landed on her hips, and he joined her rocking with his own powerful thrusts. She was bouncing off his dick with every deep thrust, and they established a rhythm with each other. His orgasm was coming now, much faster than usual due to her compliant fucking. Zeno thought he could never admit to this woman that she had such a power over him. A dizziness came over him, his mind blanking, and with a final thrust he cummed deep inside her. He could feel her pussy contracting with her own orgasm, and he brought her forward to lay on his chest as they both panted and breathed heavily. His chest and arms glistened in sweat, and the bed underneath him was soaked. He held her close, trying to catch his breath. "That was very good...." he whispered, forgetting to add the word pet.
 
While it still hurt slightly between her legs, Adalind actually enjoyed herself. As his hands came up to touch her breasts she covered them with hers, interlocking their fingers. Even though he was drunk she wanted him to remember this so badly when they would awake in the morning. Her hips rocked over his and she could feel each inch slide deliciously in and out of her. As they looked at each other, seeing the deep passion in his grey eyes made her moan all in it's self. She knew that she had put it there and that only made her toes curl next to his hips. She loved the way he moved underneath her, she thought it was beautiful.

Her hands followed his when they touched her hips, she wanted them to stay like this, even if only for a little while. The transition from harsh fucking to this was tremendous and she found that she didn't shake in fear. She could feel it when he started to cum and when he did, so did she. A cry of pleasure came from her as her body arched on top of his. It felt magnificent, to have an orgasm while still having a cock inside of her. She thought that would be the end of it, that he would lightly push her away and when he didn't she smiled as he pulled her down. The feeling of being like this, lying next to him, she found that she liked it. Oh but she was so scared that tomorrow everything would go back to the way it was before. She looked at him and slowly leaned over, like a mouse trying to sneak past a snake, and kissed his scar. She wanted him to know, even if he forgot, that she didn't think the scar disfigured him in anyway. Even though her breathing was heavy and placed her hands on his chest, drawing small circles. "See what happens when you're nice." She was teasing, but she leaned in and kissed him on the nose, before laying her head on his shoulder, her eyes slowly shutting and a small smile on her lips.
 
Zeno laid with her a while, relishing her touch to his skin. Being nice and taking her gently had nothing to do with it, but if gentleness is what she wanted, then he could allow that. After a short hour of silent cuddling, he broke apart and got off the bed. He accidentally knocked his glass of wine over, sending the red liquid flying over some carpet. "Fucking hell!" He cursed in a drunken voice, before realizing how unimportant it really was. He could have a dozen carpets in to replace them. But what really bothered him is how sloppy he was becoming. This girl was driving him insane, he decided. She had already broken out of her collar and tried to take his head off with a vicious iron rod. Now he was forgetting where his wine was.

Striding to the table, he poured himself another glass and drained it. It was night, and except for a few burning candles not a whole lot could be seen. But there was a reason why pirates wore eye patches, allowing one eye to see in the light and one in the dark. Zeno didn't wear eye patches, but he had spent enough time conducting night raids and attacks that his eyes grew quickly accustomed to it. He saw Adalind still on the bed, curled up in a nice naked ball. He would show her what "nice" was in his language. Quietly as he could, he withdrew a pair of metal shackles from his counter and approached the head of the bed. In lightning speed, he had Adalind cuffed to the upper bed post, arms extended above her head. Ignoring any objections she might have, he went around to where her hips were, and extending her thighs to either side, he abruptly stuck his mouth into her pussy. Nose up against the top of her cunny, his tongue probed deep inside her, licking this way and that and teasing her pussy lips mercilessly.
 
While she laid with him for that hour it was so peaceful, She slept through it easily. She didn't dream and when Zeno got out of bed she was woken up slightly by it, but mostly his loud cussing did it. She watched him with more curiosity, what she could see anyway. She knew that he had knocked over his wine glass and she couldn't help herself as she smiled. Though she was so tired, and as soon as it got quiet again she was quickly back to sleep. In her sleep she curled herself into a ball, a part of her wishing that he would return and cuddle with her again.

When shackles were being placed on her she nearly screamed at how fast it was. They were cold, nearly sending shivers down her back as she listened to who she knew was Zeno in the dark. She didn't expect it when his mouth made contact with her but when it did she gasped and then moaned, her body seeming to melt under his touch. She knew he was still drunk, she could smell it on him and that meant he was being nice to her. Not wanting to make him mad, or do anything outrageous she shut her eyes and allowed for herself to enjoy his masterful touch. She could feel her thighs twitching and because of how fast he was being it didn't take long before her hips were moving over his face, and little whimpers of pleasure escaped her. Above her head her hands had wrapped around the shackle chains and she could feel herself nearly orgasm already. "Please Zeno." She moaned his name, showing him that he was driving her crazy and that she needed what only he could provide.
 
Zeno used his hands to hold her smooth thighs still as his tongue ran up and down, in and out of her pussy. She was releasing her juices to a much greater degree than before, and he knew from her moans she had no complaint about the shackles. She shouldn't if she wanted him to remain gentle. Her body racked this way and that under his touches. He just couldn't get enough of her cold, smooth skin, her blue eyes, and her silky brown hair. At the mention of his name, he stopped, just short of her orgasm and rose. He looked down at her as he stood, and though she couldn't see his face, he could see hers. The faint light in the room only illuminated his chest and lower legs, and it was all muscle and scars for her to see.

"You don't address me by name, little pet. You address me as master, and if you want to continue on like this, I expect you to comply." He waited for an answer, tracing a hand along her inner thigh but not provoking her anymore with pleasure. Pleasure had to be earned, and only pain was dealt out freely. Tomorrow maybe, he might even give her some real food.
 
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