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Breaking a pet

Kaura heaved up one of the ropes, looping it over as instructed before dropping to her knees to scrub the deck again. "Arch your hips more." One girl whispered, nudging Kaura gently, as she nodded toward the men. "Remember, every action you do should attract a man's attention." The other girl's nodded, smiling. "Arch your hips, and scrub like this, it'll make your breasts swing more... Kaura hesitated, but under the instruction of the other women she began to move, every action carefully planned to heighten her own sex appeal.

She paused at the question, and considered it. "No different than yours, I suppose." She responded carefully. "More private perhaps, in his cabin. Master Janek is a kind man. If I do well, he rewards it... I don't and he punishes, but I don't want to disappoint him." She laughed softly, and shook her head as if to clear it. "Spent a lot of time thickening my skin. It's not bad.... If I swallow my pride." She smiled at the women, eyes flashing with humor. "Elves are not well known for being able to do that."
 
Her self-effacing humor did indeed win the girls over rather more quickly. "I'm sure your pride isn't all he was asking you to swallow," murmured one, leading to a round of giggles.

"You there!" One of the slavers stepped close and nudged one of the girls with his toe. She immediately dropped what she was doing and went into display position, upright on her knees, fingers laced behind her head, elbows high and to the side. She looked forward and a little low, which placed her eye-line right at his barely-covered crotch. The man gazed at her a few moments before simply unlimbering himself from his breeches and saying "Relieve me." Without moving her hands from behind her head, the girl moved her body forward, took his cock in her mouth, and began to vigorously and calmly suck him off.

The other girls pretty much ignored the goings-on, their only real change being their whispered chatter came to a stop while one of the slavers was nearby. After he came in her mouth, he pulled out, nodded, and went away, and the girl returned to work, and the discussion started up again. The same thing happened when a different slaver came over and just started fucking into one of the other bent-over girls, ramming her without much warning other than a brief "hold still," climaxing, and then moving on. Once again, their only reaction was a polite silence and pretending to ignore the interruption while it was going on.

On the upper deck, Janek was torn: did he want to initiate Kaura by trial, in which case he should select his first mate, Morrok, who was the most well-endowed of the crew. Or did he want to ease her into it, in which case he should choose Hamek, who had a professional detachment that allowed him to be polite and even kind while he was perpetrating the harshest indignities on a slavegirl. Janek liked to think he'd taught Hamek all he knew, but Hamek wouldn't have fallen into the emotional trap Janek had. So it was a question, then, as to what path he ought to choose for Kaura.
 
Kaura ducked her eyes courteously as the other slave girl was ordered to relieve the crew member, her cheeks heating at the desperate slurping and sucking sounds that filled the quiet space. Not even down in the below-decks did Janek treat her with such a degree of callousness, not even bothering to speak more than two words to the woman... And the same thing happened moments later when a different slaver took his pleasure with another giggling girl, ramming and fucking her before moving on.

Kaura couldn't help but to think of the demonstrations as... Blank. The men seemed content, but the women simply accepted it. There was no passion, no fire, as there was when she and Janek had sex. They hardly seemed to make a sound at all! Calmly sucking and fucking, as though it were a chore or a job.

She shook her head, and glanced around, wondering morbidly which of the men might be the one that Janek would have her lay. She knew it was coming, Janek had to train her like any other slavegirl, and so far she was the only who had only one man. The question was... Who would he choose? He could choose the most brutal slaver... Or even a kind one, to continue to ease her in. But, she honestly doubted that. He already told her to keep his gentle treatment a secret, to keep the crew from thinking him soft. He couldn't afford to show favoritism now.
 
He opted for professionalism over sheer size; after all, nobody should be subjected to Morrok's dimensions without adequate warm-up.

Thus is was that Hamek, after a brief discussion with the captain, out of sight of the slaves, stepped up to the work zone and said in a clear voice and casual tone, "Elf Slut. Step over here to the railing.

Hamek was whip-thin, darker in skin tone than Janek, and sporting a thin mustacache. He looked barely out of his teens, but he carried himself like the older, more experienced man he was, despite his baby face. He wore only breeches, so the sun-browned ripples of his ribs were visible on his slender chest, and he carried a coil of line (actually, several reasonably lengthy stretches of line, but held together to look as one coil. He hid his excitement well; he looked almost bored as the exotic, incredibly sexy elf woman came toward him; he could sense the hesitation and trepidation in her, but she nevertheless responded obediently.

Janek watched from the upper deck, and indeed, he noticed most of the men on deck were paying attention to the first public usage of their most expensive capture.
 
Soft giggles and crude jokes continued to fly as the slaves worked, chattering too low to gain the attention of the slavers, but enjoying the conversation all the same. Kaura even found herself making a few coarse remarks, her lips turned up into a mischievous grin. The moment was light, and certainly it was happy. It almost made it hard to believe that just a few days prior every one of these women was free, and had all their rights stripped by the men they served.

She heard her name called and froze, lifting her eyes for a moment. Her eyes landed on the man who called for her, a lean, young looking man with dark skin and a thin mustache that seemed almost out of place on his child-like face. She slowly moved, hesitating only when another slave reached out and gently touched her arm, giving Kaura a reassuring smile. She flashed her own slightly shaky grin back before rising completely.

In a few short steps she was standing before the man, and looked up at him anxiously before she gave a bow that would do any older elf proud. She rose, only to sink onto her knees before the man, lacing her fingers behind her head as she took ready position. Janek had told her is could be done standing, but mentioned kneeling signified subservient... And she found herself desperately wanting to please him.

She could feel Janek's eyes on her as she moved, and she considered what to say to the man to the slaver in front of her. He gazed down at her with almost a bored expressed, holding a coil of line in his hand, and she smiled nervously, not quite meeting his eyes. She remembered telling Janek that she refused to call any slavers sir, but could she humiliate him now by not addressing the first of his crew to use her body. She couldn't call him captain, and he wasn't her master... What choice did that leave. So she hid a sour expression at her conclusion, and dipped her head again, her voice calm, and soft. "How may I serve you, sir?"
 
Hamek's eyes took in her kneeling posture, and he nodded. "Good form, Elf Slut. Nicely done. I want you to stand and put your hands on the railing, close together."

He waited until she obeyed, then he took one of the cords and wound it around her wrist and the wood of the rail, binding her hands to the side of the ship. He made sure she was secure, but not uncomfortably tight; he didn't have instructions to cause her any discomfort, and he didn't have the impulse to do so (a sign of the professionalism that was why Janek had chosen him), so she stayed secure but in relative comfort.

Once she was bound to the rail, he took hold of her hips and drew them backward; with her hands tied, she was forced to stretch her arms out, and then bend over as he drew her back. Her breasts hung freely and her hips ended up thrust backward in a lewd manner. He kicked her feet wide, spreading her legs until she was utterly exposed. He then spanked her soundly the once. "Good! Good obedience. Now then... I'm sure you won't mind a bit of foreplay. Count the strokes, and say thank you after each one."

With that he began to spank her, first one cheek, then the other, slowly and deliberately, giving her plenty of time to react to each, his hands savoring the pliant firmness of her cheeks as he whacked them. He'd been instructed to give her a nice warm-up spanking, which wasn't at all unusual, but nobody said he couldn't enjoy himself while he was doing it. He oftentimes didn't, but this one... this one was special. He could easily see why the captain had been slow to share her.
 
Kaura stood slowly again when the dark skinned man ordered her up, trying to smile, despite the tossing in her stomach. She placed her hands on the railing as he instructed, looking out into the wide ocean while her hands where bound to the railing with one of the lengths of chord. She didn't have to test the restrictions to know they were secure, so she just stood, her hands gripping the rails as she was pulled back. She bent at the waist, her hands outstretched above her head, and her hips arched back to reveal her neither regions openly. She could hear the calls of the crew members, and her cheeks burned as she imagined them staring at her now, drinking in the humiliation of their prize catch.

Hamek's hand landed firmly on her ass once her feet where spread wide enough for his satisfaction. Kaura cried out in surprise, clenching her eyes shut as he gave his order. "Yes sir..." She responded, quietly. "One... Thank you..... Two.... Thank you." Her fingers tightened on the railing of the ship with each blow, her voice rising somewhat in pitch. The pain wasn't too bad, not nearly as severe as Janek's canings... But she didn't want it from this strange man. She didn't want his hand on her body, she didn't want the shipmen to watch her pain and humiliation like this. But, she didn't want to insult Janek either. He had spent the last few days preparing her for his, if she failed him now.... She couldn't, she kept that in her mind. No matter what she couldn't bring shame on her master now through disobedience or bad behavior.

She drew in a long and shaky breath, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from the humiliation. "Three! Thank you! Four! Thank you!" She cried, her chest heaving slightly. Each blow made her jerk, and her breasts swung freely. The spanking was doing it's job as well, and reluctant as she was to admit it, she was beginning to enjoy the pain. She arched her back higher, gripping the railing as she began to pant softly. A familiar moistness began to grow between her legs, glistening in the hot afternoon sun.
 
Hamek could feel the slight moistness on his fingers after a little while, and knew she was responding. He paused a moment, massaging the red marks on her flesh possessively, and leaned over her, dropping his voice to a low murmur. "I know this is your first time without the captain," he said, "so I'll give you a tip. Don't worry about me, just obey without thinking, and try and enjoy what you're feeling. Focus on that."

Hamek didn't get too heavily into the sensation of ownership like some of the crew did, which was why he was such a professional: he knew it was a job, he had a task, and whatever he could do to advance that task was allowable. Like telling a sex slave to not worry so much about the man who was using her. He knew she would get used to it, and then she could focus on pleasing more specificially, but he also knew that took time and experience, and the captain had explained this first time might be difficult for her.

After he massaged her burning cheeks, he slid a finger between her nether lips, fingering her wet orifice. He wasn't particularly rough, but he wasn't particularly gentle: businesslike would be the most apt, treating her like a prized animal, nothing more. "Good response, Elf Slut. Very nice. You don't have to count, now, just focus on my hand."

With that he began to spank her again, faster, more of a goading, coaxing spank rather than a formalized dominance one. He was working on getting her wetter, more aroused, looking for that squirming of the hips, that soft moan in the panting breaths. He wanted to get her as worked up as he could before taking her. Everything would just go easier if he could do that.
 
The spanking paused for a moment, as the thin man rubbed Kaura's sore bottom firmly. She kept her eyes open the entire time, watching the gentle waves of the ocean as this strange man massaged her tender cheeks. It shouldn't be different from the first time Janek took her, but it was. She felt more humiliated as the crewmen watched her, more exposed, and far more violated. Why couldn't her first time in the open be with Janek...? Why couldn't she take her first crewman in private?

The man leaned over her, his hand still massaging her sore bum, and whispered quietly to her his advice. She hung her head lower, and a tremor ran through her as she considered what he would do next. Somehow knowing what awaited her made it far worst, and she tensed considerably when she felt his fingers slide between her hips. Her knuckles turned white from gripping the railing, and she trembled briefly as Hamek explored her neither regions, stroking and teasing her before the spanking began again. He told her not to count, but she kept track in her mind anyway, keeping up with the beat as the glorious pain washed over her. 'Twenty seven! Thank you! Twenty eight! Thank you!' Anything to keep her mind from focusing on the battle brewing in her conscience.

Should she enjoy this? Of course Janek would tell her yes... To enjoy every bit of pleasure she could out of being used, and to not be ashamed of her own bodies reactions... But what about her emotional reaction to him? Should she remain stoic towards the other man of the ship, react as the slave girls had before, giving up their bodies, but not their pleasure for the gratification of the men using them? It confused her, and she wasn't ready for the possibly devastating effects if she chose wrong.

If she stood and moaned like a wanton slut while this stranger took her, would Janek question her feelings for him? Their relationship was founded on sex... What if he assumed she would have fallen for any who had been the first to enter her body? Or, if she kept her teeth clenched and refused to budge, would he be humiliated before his crew? All this time hoarding his precious Elven slave, only for her to be frigid towards the men.

Still, even with her thinking and counting, the spanking was doing it's job, and she thrust her hips back, grinding into his fingers on her need. Her breathing slowly became more ragged, deteriorating into harsh pants. She gasped in pleasure as the slaver's finger swirled around her clit, reluctant moans escaping her lips as he slapped her firm ass again and again. Her chest heaved as she began to sob quietly, the sound almost completely masked by her ragged breathing.
 
She was ready, she was so ready, it was ridiculous. Hamek ran his fingers along her flesh, along her sides, her cherry-red cheeks, her upper thighs as she bent forward, stretched out by her bindings. His own need was bulging out of his breeches, and he freed it with one hand, hurriedly, so he could return his hand to this intoxicating creature's skin.

It was when he gripped her hips with both hands that he focused once more on his job. Using just his hips, much as Janek often did, he aimed himself at her dewy nether lips. He traced the head of his cock up and down there, gathering moisture and sending little shocks of sensation through her body, tracing like lightning from her groin. He wanted to savor this moment as much as he wanted to tease her, for it was momentous for him, as well: he was about to go where only one other human had ever gone, and he recognized how significant that was. So he teased her a bit, and then when he was so rigid it was almost painful, he positioned himself properly.

He didn't thrust in hard, like he could have, but in a measured, steady manner. He almost immediately encountered her magically-preserved hymen, like the captain had told him, and exerted a bit more pressure to snap through the barrier, another little twinge that she probably ought to be getting used to by this point. And then he was buried in her, the willing, wet, aroused press of her all around his shaft, and it was similar to the feel of any other woman (though all women were unique in his estimation), but it seemed, perhaps it was just his perception, knowing what she was, but it seemed as if there were sensations utterly strange and utterly wonderful, but he could not put them into words.

He was buried in a gorgeous elf woman, his hips grinding against her soft, tenderized buttocks, and her body clenched around him, and he simply could not stop smiling like a fool! He wanted to clasp her tight, and glory in the feel of her, to cradle her and stroke her and basically reward her for being so good and obedient and lovely and willing and wonderful. But he was too professional for that, and had to continue.

"Th-that's good," he breathed, unable to keep the stammer from his voice. "Now squeeze on me, like you were taught..."
 
Every sensation that was forced onto Kaura now only served to push her arousal higher, until her thighs were almost soaked with juice, and it ran in thin streams down the inside of her thighs. Her breathing was hard as ragged as she was pushed closer and closer to her orgasm, and she trembled in anticipation. At the same time that she was working up, she desperately did not want to cum at the hands of this slaver. Her species mated for life, spending centuries with the same partner... The act of sex was sacred... Treasured... The union of two souls, but to these humans it was nothing more than physical pleasure, and what was worst, it was becoming that to Kaura as well.

Oh, she still worried about Janek's feelings on her being taken again, worried on how she should react to the pleasure about to be thrust upon her. Still, when the slaver took his hand off her for a moment, and she could hear the gentle rustle of fabric as his breeches fell to the deck, she couldn't help but to bite her lip in anticipation. His his lined up with hers, and he teased her, rubbing his cock across the tender folds of her womanhood. She was so close already that the shockwaves of pleasure almost overtook her then, and her hips moved almost on their own, trying to feel more.

The slaver drew his hips back, and lined himself up with just hips, a move that reminded Kaura very much of Janek. In a long fluid motion, he pushed in her. He broke her hymen, and continued through, an almost gentle entry into her body. All the same, Kaura's eyes watered, and she hung her head in shame, one or two tears falling freely to the deck. No matter her role her, or how the men viewed her, she couldn't help but to feel like she broke one of the most sacred laws of her people. She took a second mate.

Hamek seemed blind to her distress, grinding his hips deep against her as he reveled in the feel of her flesh squeezing his. He spoke to her, stammering slightly, obviously in please, and gave his command. "Yes sir..." Kaura responded without a pause, hiding any bit of pain she felt from her voice well. She tightened on him, and couldn't help but to moan in pleasure, her body aching to feel more. Her hips ground against his lightly as a whimper escaped her, needy, but confused. It would be obvious to even the casual observer that she was in pleasure, but was far too prideful to admit that fact freely.
 
Despite his long experience, Hamek wasn't going to last too long at this rate, so he made the most of it. He started pumping strongly, driving deep and then grinding, then pulling out almost all the way, just to do it once again. He occasionally smacked her buttock or thigh when it seemed like she was being distracted, and he was rewarded when she would bear down on him as a result.

Finally, after several long minutes, he could feel his climax approaching. "You've been working in the hot sun for a while," he grunted between clenched teeth. "I suppose you've earned some refreshment."

With that, he yanked himself clear, took a couple of quick steps forward and to the side, and seized a thick handful of her flowing blonde tresses, wrenching her face toward him as he aimed at her open, gasping mouth and finally let fly, surprised he'd held out as long as he had.
 
There was only a brief break as the wire thin slaver enjoyed the feel of Kaura's clenching body around his shaft before he began to pump. Despite her best efforts, Kaura couldn't help but to let out long and desperate moan as he ground deep inside of her at the end of every hard thrust. She bucked back against him, panting heavily with each long stroke. She trembled slightly as her orgasm neared, floored on by the occasional swats the slaver gave to keep her mind focused on the job. She clenched hard on him, and could hear his moans of appreciation.

She was so close to her own orgasm, she could feel it in every fiber of her being. Pleasure consumed her ever fiber until it lit to life, and she writhed under Hamek's every touch. She was just tensing, anticipation her own release, when the slaver yanked free unexpectedly.

He stepped forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, twisting her head to face him. In just a few quick strokes, he was unloading him think seed over her. Streams flew into her open mouth, while other spurts landed on her cheek, and ran messily down her chin. She waited for him to finish before showing her mouth of cum, and obediently swallowing. She took just an extra moment to lick her lips clean before looking up almost shyly through her lashes at the baby-faced slaver. "Thank you, sir." She whispered. She leaned forward with that and began to lick the slaver clean; licking and sucking him as thoroughly, if not as vigorously, as she might Janek. Truthfully, she was thankful he didn't bring her to climax. It saved a bit of her pride that at least the entire crew did not see her cumming like a street whore there on the deck.
 
He gasped at the action of her lips and tongue on him, his cock super-sensitive after his orgasm. He was amazed at both her responsiveness and her skill. No wonder the captain had kept her to himself! He was honored by the chance to experience her first, of the crew, and it was certain he'd take any opportunity he could, from here out to do the same.

He smiled down at her as he withdrew his softening cock from her willing mouth, and patted her head gently. "Excellent work. You're a fine slave." And that's how he left it, untying her hands, patting her rump, and striding off. Once he was on the other side of the mast, he paused and let the aftershocks of his intense pleasure shiver through him, bracing himself with one clenching hand. The crew who could see him gave him a strange look, but he looked back at them and just smiled. They'd find out.

From the upper deck, Janek noted the whole event and how she returned to work with the rest of the slaves. He smiled to himself, and then pulled one of the crew over. "Next shift on the virgins, be sure to put Elf Slut on it, then have her taken to my quarters. Be sure to tell her to wait for me in display position." He clapped the other man on the shoulder, and then turned to handle his other duties. She was on familiar territory now, and he didn't need to be worried about her; he could turn to his usual duties. There were some course corrections he needed to oversee before evening. And he was looking forward to it.
 
The slaver pulled his length free of Kaura's mouth, and patted her head lightly, as if she were a well behaved pet. The gesture made her wince, and she turned her face from his as he undid the bindings, and allowed her to move again. She didn't let go of the railing yet, clinging close as her shoulders shook, trying to hold back emotion. She didn't have long to try to collect herself before another slave man approached, watching her huddled by the side of the ship. She tensed as he neared, sure that he would take her next for pleasure. Instead, he stood in front of her, and barked an order. "On your feet, Elf Slut!" He demanded, and Kaura was quick to respond, bowing to the bulky slaver. "It's your shift on the virgin's, let's go." He told her, and gave a firm slap on her still red bottom to urge her to move.

Within a matter of minutes she was strapped in under the overturned virgins, licking the sex-crazed women once again. After some time two men stepped forward, and pushed themselves into the women's asses, fucking hard and fast just above where Kaura worked.

For the first time since she emerged from the captain's cabin, Kaura was distracted from her tasks. She shivered from her own pent up arousal, and sobbed inaudibly in humiliation of what happened earlier. The man in charge of the slaves noticed as well, and occasionally brought her attention back to the squirming woman by lashing her thigh with a thin cane. It was less often than the blows the other woman received when her efforts slackened, but humiliating all the same. "You can do better, Elf slut." The slaver would half growl, but the glint in his eye told quite clearly that he enjoyed punishing her.

When she was finally let free, several crimson lines marred her pale skin. The collar helped fade the older marks, but they were still clearly visible for anyone to see. A different slaver led her back to the captain's quarters where she knelt down upon instruction, and assumed the display position, waiting for Janek. She had a hard time maintaining the posture, her chest heaving from sobs she finally allowed out.

She only had a few minutes of privacy before the door opened, and she looked up. In strolled Janek, and Kaura snapped into perfect posture once more. It wasn't hard to see that she was still extremely upset. Her eyes were red from crying, and her lip quivered slightly as she stared up at Janek.
 
Janek bustled in, energized from his work. The ship was running swimmingly, no pun intended: everything was progressing as expected, and the waters were calm and the winds were brisk. They were making excellent headway, and the training was progressing apace, as well.

That's when he looked up and saw Kaura in perfect posture, but clearly distraught. It worried him, how much her emotional discomfort struck him, but he kept his face impassive as he closed the hatch and went to her. As a habit, he walked around her, examining her posture and finding no flaw before he stood in front of her and gazed down at her. He didn't release her from her position, but he did let the sympathy he felt show in his eyes; he was still trying to justify feeling for her as he did with keeping her training strict.

"You're obviously upset. I suppose it's not the work out in the sun; you seemed to be enjoying that well enough. If you were having a problem with your shift work, you'd have mentioned something to me the first couple of times you did it. So I'm thinking it was Hamek's public use of you on the deck today. Tell me what you're thinking."
 
Kaura sniffed softly, trying to hold her position as Janek strolled casually around her, his eyes looking for any flaw in her form. After a few moments he seemed content, and walked back in front of her, questioning why she seemed distraught. She stared for a moment, sure that he must know for himself. He had watched her be used by that slaver... Hamek... Out in the open, a shameless display of lustful indulgence. "I broke sacred law." She said after a moment, bowing her head shamefully, without breaking the display position. "I let.... I took a second mate..." She said weakly, knowing that Janek couldn't possibly understand how severe a crime that was to her people. She did not even wish to know how many women he had laid in his life, and a part of her wondered if he thought she was behaving childishly for displaying such emotion over something he was a a normal part of life.

"He used me... And everyone could see." She continued after a moment, before looking up, a quick wave of anger replacing any trace of saddness or guilt. "Why like that, Master?" She demanded, "My first time with a second man in the open air... Why couldn't it have been private? Why couldn't you have taken me before the crew first? Why did my first humiliation have to be with a stranger?"
 
"Ah, Kaura," he breathed sadly, his heart going out to her even though he knew better, in several senses. He ignored her anger, knowing where it was coming from, and intuited the rest of it, the mating for life and all that. "What did you think being a sex slave was about?" He didn't say that for all that, she'd still had the easiest time of any of the women on the ship.

"I'm sorry you broke sacred law. But your position is the most profane you're going to find. What happened on deck? That's your purpose, now. I told you that when you were first captured. Now, I understand it's difficult, when it first happens, but it had to happen. It is your life, now."

He stepped up to her and wrapped his arms around her. "Come, relax now. If it helps, you voluntarily chose none of this. You can't say you broke your laws, that you actually took a mate, because you haven't chosen anyone. All this was done to you, not of your own volition; if you played the willing part, that was only for self-preservation."

"Tell me, what do your enlightened people do in the case of rape? If an elf woman is raped by, oh, I don't know, a goblin or something, is she then devoted to that goblin for the rest of his short life, and then can never take another in all the centuries following? That doesn't seem right, or fair. So if there's an exception there, why wouldn't there be here?"

He paused, keeping her in his arms so she couldn't see his face, staring at the floor behind her. "It's not as if you gave your heart to an ephemeral human, one of your kidnappers and rapists." His voice was sober and quiet, because he knew that was just the risk.
 
Kaura's body relaxed some when Janek called her by her name, and her expression softened slightly. She did understand what what her use was for now, what role the men expected her to take. But, the difference lay in that while she knew it would happen, it hadn't struck her the impact of what she was doing until she found herself violated by the strange man.

Janek stepped forward, and he embraced her, letting her know she can relax. she wrapped her arms around him, and buried her head into his shoulder. His questions only made her hold onto him tighter. "Why did it have to be both at once?" She asked again. "Why couldn't my first time on display been with you? I know you... I trust you..." She swallowed had, barely cutting herself off from saying what she so desperately wanted to.

Instead she buried her head into his shoulder, and kissed his neck softly once. "It's not as if it would change anything if I had." She responded just as soberly.
 
After a few moments of just holding her, he said softly, "It couldn't have been with me. As difficult as it was for you, it's been more difficult for just about every slave I've ever processed. It was time, and it was necessary. I'm... sorry that that's true," he said, his voice growing thick with an unaccustomed emotion. Why was he sorry? Training slavegirls was his profession, he had nothing to be sorry about. She was affecting him in ways he wasn't even sure of.

"And there will be more. There have to be. But... I want you to remember: these aren't your mates. These aren't your lovers. They are taking, and you're not exactly giving, because giving implies a choice. Do you understand?" He took her by the shoulders and held her away from him so he could look down into her face. "I don't know the traditions of your people, obviously. But the way you said it, 'I've taken another mate,' makes it seem like choice is important to it. There's no choice, here. You're not giving anything to anyone, because you have nothing to give. Do you see? There's no reason for you to feel guilty, because you have not been in control of anything since you came on to this ship. That's one of the things I was trying to teach you on the first day: it can be a liberating sensation to be a slave, because you have no responsibility for what is done to you. But you have to believe that for it to be true."

"Look, if you can wrap your head around the idea that slaves don't take mates, there's no real proof otherwise." His hand slid down her arm, across her thigh, and just casually eased between the lips of her pussy, as simply as if he owned it (because he did), and prodded her re-grown hymen. "Oh, look! Fresh and virginal!" He tried to chuckle, trying to ease her mood a bit. "And, maybe it's just my human skepticism, but I find it rather unreasonable to think that elves only ever have sex with one person in their entire lengthy lives. I mean, I've seen the passion you can generate; unless you're a singular exception, it's impossible that every elf throughout history has limited themselves to just one other person. I know that's the tradition, the truth ingrained into you from an early age, but... you think there might be a difference between 'taking a mate' and 'enjoying the physical company of someone?' If the latter is defined loosely enough, that would mean generations of pointy-eared sex maniacs could have pulled off the image of prim propriety outside of closed doors for thousands of years, with their haughty snobbish pride about it and..." He paused, thinking. "Actually, that I could believe of elves..."
 
Kaura wanted nothing more than to be help close to Janek, especially when he spoke back to her, his own voice thick with pent up emotion. She knew that it was his job to stay professional and free of connections with her, but she couldn't help but to feel hurt when he eased her away from him. She stared back with a slightly sad expression, and listened carefully to what he had to saw. Every word only made her look more and more depressed, and when he mentioned that none of the men on the ship were her mate, she hung her head, and her shoulders shook slightly.

She let him finish talking before she shrugged her shoulder back, and broke contact with him altogether, moving quickly to the bed, where she sat with her back turned to him. She stayed silent for a moment, trying to calm her emotions. "You said yesterday you wished you could keep me." She said at last, looking up and blinking, glad he couldn't see the moisture in her eyes. "You said you would visit me... That I was... I was your woman." Her voice tightened slightly at the last part, and she had to take a moment to clear her throat, and let out a slightly shuddered breath. "I thought... Given the choice... You would think of me differently." Briefly, she turned her head to shook Janek a sad look over her shoulder. "I thought... You thought of me as a mate as well."
 
His face looked pained as she looked at him, and that was only what he couldn't keep hidden. "Oh, Kaura," he breathed. "Don't you realize that's all still true? Don't you see how impossible it is, though?"

He came over to her. "If I thought of you as my mate," and now that he thought of it, he wasn't sure that he didn't, but that was beside the point, "That puts us in a worse position. Do you think I want to sell my mate? Do you think I'm that cold?" He sighed. He wanted to embrace her, but he wasn't sure she'd accept it. It was weird to him how he was thinking of her needs, but he'd set the precedent on their first time together, and now it was hard to break it. "Given the choice, I would think of you differently. What you're not getting is that there isn't a choice."

He shook his head sadly. "I just want to make this easier on you. If being treated as a sex slave is treated upsets you, seeing as how you're a sex slave at this point, I wanted to try and give you the tools to cope with it. To make it okay in your head. Because that kind of thing; it really is all about how you perceive it. There's nothing that physically keeps you from it, and for all your concerns, you were clearly able to enjoy it. I... I was going to reward you for being such a wonderful slave your first time being used by another." He sighed again.

"My feelings for you haven't changed. They're just... impossible. You're welcome to whatever comfort that can bring you, but admitting it to you means I can't deny it to myself any longer, and that's... that's harder."
 
Even in just their brief time together, Kaura had gotten to know Janek very well. His expression held nothing back from her, and she deeply regretted uttering the words that were so painful to them both. She knew as well as he that there was no future for them. She was a possession, and him her transporter. He was charged with keeping her in fine condition, training her to please the man who bought her, and in the end handing her over to never look back. As he had done with countless women before her. It was his job, his livelihood, and she jeopardized it by pushing her own emotions in. “I understand.” She told him, tilting her head up to give him a shaky smile. She reached out and took his hand in her own tentatively, squeezing it to reassure him. “I’m sorry.”

She stood, and took a step forward, pressing herself lightly against him in a sweet embrace. Her head rested lightly on his shoulder, and she planted a kiss on the crook of his neck. “I felt like I had betrayed you by feeling.” She told him quietly. “I was so confused. I didn’t know if you wanted me to yourself… Or wanted me to perform my best.” She leaned in closer to him, and planted another kiss on his neck, trailing a line to his ear. “Perhaps it is just my own fantasy, but I would be happy to perform only for you, and be taken only by you.” She whispered, her fingers tightening on his arms slightly. “Perhaps if you come by to see me I could extend your lifetime?” She asked softly, rubbing his arms. “Until the man who buys me passes…?” She glanced up shyly, hoping he understood what she was asking. “I could give us time once I am free….”
 
He put his arms around her as she came to him, still lost in thought and sadness, trying to come up with some method of getting out of his emotional dilemma. But then her words sunk in. "Y-you'd... what? You can do that?" he blinked, surprised. "I guess with your healing magic, you could..." He paused, processing this new data.

It was strange how she affected him, how in such a short time, she had wrenched his heart from its cool, aloof place. She should have been just another slave, a special one, granted, but just another slave. Instead, she had fallen for him in record time, and he found he felt the same way, against all his experience. How could he even process that?

His arms tightened around her, his lips sliding on her skin, as well. "Oh, Kaura. I don't know what to tell you about everything. But yes, if I could, I..." Should he tell her? Should he weaken his position, open himself to the risk of it all? He couldn't bear to see her in such emotional torment, though, it was tearing at him. "If I could, I would want to be your mate. And I would tell you that what we have, what we feel between us, is not threatened by the physical acts you might have to do. I want you to put your mind at ease about that, if it helps." He hadn't forgotten the original source of this conflict. "I know it's different for elves, I know you've been raised to view things a specific way, but... life doesn't always allow us the luxury of sticking to our original philosophies."
 
Kaura nodded slowly. "I told you that is in my within my power to easily double a lifespan." She reminded Janek. "It was an option given to me to help slow my aging. Another eighty years, maybe...." She whispered, and cupped his face in her hands. "Maybe more." She kissed him lightly, and leaned her forehead against his. "You said to tell no one else I have such an ability.... Lest I be confined in a dark dungeon somewhere, forced to extend the life of my master until he was slayed by a jealous rival to obtain me." She whispered a note of fear in her voice. Her hands tightened on his once more as he held her closer, his lips trailing along her skin. And she moaned, tilting her head back to release the lusty sound. His touches reminded her quite powerfully that she had not had her release this day. It was strange to her how desperately she craved.... How much she NEEDED he release he offered.

Her eyes watered, and tangled her fingers in Janek's hair as he spoke to her. "I wont hold back in the least next time, Master Janek." She whispered, and leaned her head against his shoulder lightly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "I was so unsure... I didn't even reach my own release. She whispered, dropping her tone to a lustful low. She dipped her head, and trailed wet kisses across his shoulder, his collarbone, and up his neck. "As long as I can see you again, I wont ever fret about the deeds I do for others." She told him softly, "As long as my mate approves."
 
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