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Breaking a pet

He glared at her for her mistake, and hastily she corrected it. She knelt back, her palms face up on her thighs, with her back erect and her eyes locked onto his. The bit kept her mouth open, and with it in there was no point in trying to seem dignified. Any kind of regal gaze would look simply silly in such a situation. Instead she calmly looked at him, meeting his eye withour judgement or superiority.

The choice made her pause, and for the moment she didn't pay attention to what she had to do to earn it. She wanted the water... All the drool that had escaped her, and the way her mouth was kept open to the air... It left her feeling unbelievably thirsty. But, she had to wonder whatkind of position he would leave her in if she chose the water. Would he be offended and make it paticularly uncomfortable for her to teach a lesson? Would he simply give her to another crew member to continue training while he rested, knowing that her collar would keep her refreshed? Or, most chilling of all, would he simply throw her to the crew for the night to have them do whatever they wished? No... As much as she wanted a cup of water, that would be the wrong choice...

She had settled on her decision when he mentioned again that she would please him with her mouth. The color drained from her face for a moment, with a rising feeling of nausea. Slready she was filled with his seed... In her womb... Up her ass... Now he wanted to have her drink it as well? It took every bit of her self control to keep his eyes, and stay in her position.

He began explaining what to do. It was more complicated, more intricate then what they had been doing. Not just bobbing like in the assor pussy... She watched as he pointed out his most sensitive areas. More than once she grew red, and looked away for a moment before catching herself and turning back. She didn't want to look at his cock in such detail, it seemed somehow extremely naughty, even in th face of what they had been doing. Her ass still throbbed from his penetration, reminding of her of the contradiction.

She nodded each time he told her of another technique, tricks to fool her body into thinking this was natural. There was a lot to explain, even as he delved into the different places her mouth would end up... On his testicles... Her face grew hot, even as he began his warning. She wanted to scoff at that one. She wasn't stupid, if he was going to put his dick in her mouth he must have some way to ensure she wouldn't bite down. As tempting as that might be..

He asked if she was ready for practice, and she nodded. She wasn't exactly eager to have his manhood shoved down her throat, but was far from fearful. If anything she was determined. Determined to please him and earn his rewards, even if she didn't like what she was doing, it was better to submit gain some comfort then to be tortured by your own pride.
 
At her nod, he leaned forward and undid her bit gag, withdrawing it from her mouth and taking the whole head-harness away. He wiped it off with a cloth and stood to put it back on the table. "Okay. Work the kinks out of your jaw, and then crawl over to me," he said as he moved back to the bed, sitting on the edge. The bedsite was much higher than the stool, which meant she would be able to kneel and sit on the floor and have his groin be at a much more comfortable height for work.

<if she bothers to say anything, this would be the place, but he would continue as below regardless of their conversation up to that point>

He sat with his legs spread wide, and watched while she came over. When she was kneeling between his knees and ready, he nodded to her and started speaking specifically about the training. "You may use your hands to position my cock and hold it steady. You may also find it useful to gently caress and massage my balls, as well, but it you're unsure, don't bother. What I want you to start off doing is licking it like an icicle. You remember when you were a child? Much like that; long full-tongue licks, on the bottom and sides. This is a preparatory maneuver; you're trying to get me aroused and stiff as possible before you start in with the serious work. The licks are stimulation, so try and make them stimulating."

He wasn't going to expound upon appearance or facial expression while performing a blowjob; that was for a more advanced lesson. This one was just to get used to the taste and feel of a cock in her mouth, and anything else was bonus.
 
The bit came out of her mouth, and Kaura breathed a sigh of relief. It felt unbelievably good to have that awful thing off, and she did take a moment to aowrk her jaw. She rubbed it for a second while he moved to the bed.

Soon after she followed, kneeling between his legs. He was still explaining, and she nodded, taking in every word as she nodded slowly. After a moment she leaned forward, and wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft. She glanced up at him once shyly, looking at just how intimidationg it was not that she was up close.

She moved forward, knowing he would tire of waiting, and gave him a very long, very diliberate, lick along the underside of his cock. Oddly, he didn't taste too bad, like the salt of skin, a faint trace of what she assumed were her juices, but not entirely unpleasant. She flicked her tongue away just as it reached the head, and she tilted her head tothe side to run it back down along the side, and back up. She kept licking, sometimes moving her hands some so she could start at his sensitive testicles, teasing them gently before trailing her tongue along the bottom of his cock.

Finally she tilted him down some, and gave him head a good lick, a soft kiss tight on the tip... And she took him in. At first she just let his head in, rolling her tongue around him, as she teased and played just under the head. When she got used to having him in her mouth, she began to take him down, inch by inch into her mouth. He hit the back of her throat and she gagged slightly, quickly swallowing to try to relax as she pulled back, blinking as she glanced up at him. How could anyone take something so large down their throat? He had to try though, and started bobbing. She took himas far down as she could, her tongue twirling and teasing as she went. Each thrust brought him down deeper, and she moaned softly as she forced down the gag reflex, swallowing, and gasping, and drooling as she went. His cock was slick with her spit, and it ran down to cover her chin. She'd glance up at him every now and again, embarassed, lustful, needy...

Deep down a part of her was horrified by what she was doing. Taking this man's cock into her mouth as she was, almost eagerly lapping and suching against him. It was disgraceful, but she couldn't stop, and not just because she wanted a reward or feared his punihment. Every sound he made urged her forward, made her bob faster, suck slightly hard, and foddle his balls with more confidence. She would bring him off like this, even if it stole her of every bit of honor.
 
He went from appreciating her enthusiasm to marveling at her native skill to... well, to boggling at what she was attempting. The first time she sampled a man's penis, and here she was, testing her gag reflex, trying to work him deeply into her throat. He could barely believe it, and if he weren't experiencing it, he might not have.

He could see that clearly, he wasn't going to have too much trouble training up the skills portion of her training. She was already taking his length to a degree that usually took intensive training to achieve. She was motivated, clearly. But the problem was mostly going to be her psychology. He suspected she was motivated by an attachment to him. He appreciated that, and actually, it felt... kind of touching, honestly. And he could use it, to expand her... horizons, introduce her to things. But at some point, he was going to have to break her of the specificity of her attachment, he was going to have to get her accustomed to performing for others.

But right now... right now, he suspected she was performing just for him. Focusing only on him, giving him the best she could do. And he had occasion to appreciate how much that meant, given her resistance, earlier. Despite her objection to the whole concept of her situation, despite her elven pride, despite her unfamiliarity with him and sex in general, she was still devoting her best efforts to pleasing him, and he could not help but be affected by that. Both emotionally and physically.

He moaned openly as she started to take him deep, gazed into her eyes with passion and approval when she looked up at him, and fought to keep his hands from stroking her hair. He couldn't let himself be seduced into treating this like more than a very very good training session, much as he was tempted to. So he let her work, and appreciated it, up until finally, at long last, after a great deal of attentive work on her part, he started to feel, yet again, the stirrings of an orgasm. He was privately amazed, not that he was orgasming so frequently today, but that she was able to coax so many forth in her first day of training.

"I think... your efforts," he panted, "are about to pay off..." and he tensed his body, involuntarily, in preparation.
 
Kaura bobbed as fast as deep as she could while continueing to use her tongue to stroke and taste him. She ran her tongue around him, teasing every part her had taken the time to point out.

It made her jaw ache holding it open, and she strained to keep up the pace. But every moan and movement drove her forward, motivationg her to shove him further, such harder, and roll her tongue with even more authority. Every now and then she'd look up to see him gazing down at her lustfully, and it made her swell with an odd pride. She liked impressing him, oddly, even if it was just with her body.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of slurping and sucking he tensed, gasped, and told her that he was close. She pushed forward, sucking and moaning as she urged him to climax, her fingers gently stroking his balls for a bit of added stimulation. She prepared for it, without knowing what to expect, ready for whatever it was like to have a man orgasm in her mouth.
 
He panted as he tried to hold back just a little longer in the face of her gentle coaxing. Her mouth and fingers were magical, he thought, and wondered momentarily if that were actually true, due to her elf heritage. Even still, he needed to give her instructions.

"When I climax, I want you to catch it all in your mouth. You must swallow it; your Master's semen is always a treasured gift to you, and should be treated as such. But you won't always have to taste it; sometimes you can have his cock buried in your throat, so you can swallow without tasting. But for your first time, I want you to get an idea of the flavor and texture. So hold it in your mouth, and when I finish, let me see it before you swallow."

He had already orgasmed multiple times recently, so his load was likely to be watery and slight, but it would suffice. She was also lucky; while they were on land, they had been subsisting on fruits while they could find them, and he knew that his diet would affect his flavor, so she was likely to find it immensely better-tasting now than she might after he spent a couple days on hardtack and jerky.

"Keep sucking... it's happening... NOW!" he gasped, and just let it all go. His cock jerked and throbbed and emptied itself once more into her.
 
She could feel him tensing and rising, making sure to repeat any action that brough a gasp or moan. He seemed to be enjoying it, if the way he writhed and bucked to her were any indication.

Still he was instructing, and Kaura listened closely. She wondered, for a second, what his cum would taste like. Though she knew she would find out soon.

Finally she felt him, his body tensed as he gasped out his warning. She pulled back so just the head was in her mouth, and let the hot cum explode into her. Her eyes widened as the strong flavor hit her tongue, and she nearly pulled back, but held it there on his orders. His cocked jerked as he finished, and when the throbbing stopped and he seemed to be done she removed her mouth.

She looked up at him now, surprised and humiliated as she opened her mouth, and her eyes darted away. His cum rolled across her tongue, and she let him see it clearly before closing her mouth and letting it slider diwn her throat.

Now she desperately wanted the water, to help wash the taste from her mouth, but she reminded herself of her choice. She had to choose his bed, for her safety and comfort. It was the wiser option.
 
He smiled down at her, panting, satisfied both physically and mentally. "That's excellent! You have done extremely well. I can see that we won't need a lot of the preliminary training, my dear; you've intuited perfectly." He stroked her hair fondly. "Resting position... That's good. So, I presume you've thought about it; what is your decision?"

He sat back on the bed, wondering what to do next. Honestly, he'd expected to spend a lot more time on each of those training activities. He could go back and do more of each (and he'd love to), but the first full day was usually kind of a broad-ranging sampler of "things to come." So he wasn't sure if the rest of his activities could fill up the rest of the day; it wasn't even lunch, yet.
 
Kaura swallowed, and watched as he smiled and panted gently. She nodded as he told her to return to resting, and sank pack, sitting with her palms up on her thighs. She watched him carefully, calm once again, even as she felt the almost overwhelming desire to wipe the remander of drool from her chin.

She considered her words carefully, not wanting to insult the man now, and when she had planned out what to say bowed ever so slightly, still in the resting position. "I believe you were kind enough to quench my thirst, Master." She said evenly, even though she had the desire to wash his flavor from her mouth. "I would like to spend my night in comfort, if you would be do kind."

She smiled slightly, both to herself at the calm choice of words, and to appease any desires he might have. She had to play the part of the good slave, even if for a good time. After all, she was now almost immortal next to his lifespan. Another fifty years? Sixty maybe? She could last that, always obedient, and always faithful... Until she had a chance at freedom. Patience was a virtue... And the only chance she had to survive.
 
He nodded. "All right. Tonight, you'll sleep in relative comfort. But for now... well, I had intended for your initial breaking-in to take longer, but you've far surpassed my expectations. So..." He thought for a moment. "We do have to introduce you to some of the things you'll have to deal with. However... I should show you around, perhaps? Are you curious about the ship? Shall we take a tour?"

He stood up and got a leash from the table, and attached it to her collar. "Come along, then. Let's take the tour."
 
Kaura smiled, relieved that she would spend the night comfortably. Whatever else he had in mind, it had to be far worst then going a day without the water did didn't really need. The safest spot, as far as she could tell, was by his side on the ship, away from the crew.

Her face grew a shade paler when he spoke of a tour. He quickly attached her collar and she looked up at him, quickly getting on all fours to drawl. "You want... Us both to be naked Master?" She asked, praying against all odds that she would at least be allowed something to cover herself with. Maybe her work would pay off and he would show her mercy, though she honestly doubted it. She forced herself to smile, one that by all appearances seemed kind and easy. "But I would love to see your ship."
 
"Sure we'll be naked! Well, you would be, in any case; clothes are forbidden to pleasure slaves until and unless your Master commands you. Plus, with the collar, you don't really need any." He chuckled as he led her to the cabin door, like a man taking his pet for a walk... which was precisely what he was.

Where the cabin had been reasonably cool, with heavy timbers and shade and the cool breeze blowing through, but bringing her out onto the deck showed how hot it really was in the sun. The crew at work were either in breeches, loincloths, or naked, and Kaura could see how they all got so uniformly tan. She was protected from tanning by the magic of her collar, but she could still feel the heat and how uncomfortably warm the boards of the deck were under her hands and knees.

He led her out onto the deck, pointing out the parts of the ship as he would to anyone he was giving a tour to. He also tugged at her collar and kept her at his side, like he would to a dog he was trying to train. If there was any mental conflict between doing the two things simultaneously, he didn't show it; it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world, for all he was acting.

As he pointed out the usual shiply things, the crewmen would pause in their work and leer at Kaura, each lascivious grin a filthy promise. While she crawled, her lovely breasts hanging and her nether charms on display, she could see crewmen's cocks stiffening as they leered, gazing at her like a fuckable piece of meat before returning to their duties.
 
She swallowed at the denial of clothes, her face burning red. Would she spend years unclothed? Until her dignity was gone and crawling like an animal, nude on display seemed normal? It sent a shiver down her spine, and again she promised herself that she would not lose her morals to this life she was forced into. He stepped out, tuggin on her to follow. It made her feel like a a dog, which was likely the point, but did not make her any less humiliated.

Out of the shaded protection of his cabin it was unbearably hot. She deck floor almost scalded her hands and knees, and she was tempted to jumparound to try to become accustom to the heat, but forced herself still to preserve some dignity.

Her master tugged again, and she followed as he pointed out the different aspects of his ship. It was not a hard lesson, and for a minute she found herself smiling and enjoying the tour. She examined the knots, the way the sails caugh the wind and how each tiny detail kept the ship sailing safetly and efficiently through the seemingly endless waters. Her village was inland, only a few small lakes and streams that ran through the forest.

She pulled away from her Master just enough to poke her head over the railing, gazing in wonder at the glittering ocean below. For a moment her age seemed to show through as wonder passed over her features, and she looked in awe at the water that seemed to go on as far as even her eyes could see. She laughed, light and happy, before a wave splashed up the side of the boat, and she felt the salty spray of ocean water. She blinked and backed up, wiping at her face before it could sting her eyes.

It was only then she really noticed the men on the ship,how they gazed at her lustfully, their cocks growing hard as they eyes her body. She quickly moved back close to Janek. "Captain... They are staring..." She said softly, and looked up at him with pleading eyes. "I do not like this..."
 
He was indulgent when she was curious, letting her look out at the water, smiling at her delight in the waves and wind. He loved being at sea, himself, and when he saw the joy of it in her eyes, it reminded him of his first days sailing. He chuckled when she retreated from the spray. "You get used to it; I barely notice anymore if I catch some spray."

When she mentioned the crew's reactions, he smiled down on her with a touch of pity (or perhaps condescension? it was hard to tell). "That's their right. You are a pleasure slave, now; the beauty of your body is your initial qualifications, and your skill at using it is the rest of your value. The fact that you attract looks, and arouse men at the sight of you... that's a compliment, now."

"And also," he knelt to speak to her quietly, murmuring in her delicately curved elven ear. "At some point in the voyage, you will be pleasuring each and every one of these men. The only question is under what conditions. Will you be gang-banged, the whole crowd of them at once? Or at the opposite ends of the spectrum, will time with you be treated as a reward on a one-by-one basis? Your behavior is part of what decides that."

That was only partly true, of course, as she was going to have to learn to handle groups at some point, but again, it was a matter of conditions, just like her training had been so far; good behavior led to a reduction in the harshness and brutality she was subjected to. Not an elimination, but a reduction.
 
She stared at him as he explained, humiliated that she would be judged solely on the apperance of her body. She knew he thought of her as nothing more than another slave, a body used for pleasuring men, but she could not think of herself that way. Each lustful gaze only served to make her shudder horribly, trying to keep the look of utter disgust from crossing her face. This wasn't a compliment, it was an insult. An insult to her as an Elf, as a woman, and as a feeling creature. How could anyone think otherwise.

She had to stay calm, as much as sher despised it, and settled back, ignoring the lusty leers of the crewmen. Then the captain leaned forward and spoke. The blood drained from her face, and she openly stared forward in pure horror.

It took her a good minute to calm herself, to keep her breath from coming in paniced gasps, and her body from shaking. She turned to look at him, fear still clear on her face no matter how she tried to hide it. "I understand..." She whispered, and lookedup at him, shivering. "But there are so many men here!" Her eyes pleaded with him, "Please... I can't bed so many men... I can't do this..."
 
He chuckled. "Well, not all at once, don't worry!" He paused, then, brow furrowing. "Your body can handle it, pet. That's all that you need concern yourself with; at this point, it's your body's capabilities that we're training. You don't know what you're capable of. Trust me, you could take everybody on this ship, but you wouldn't enjoy it, and you'd be a wreck afterward. However, our purpose is to expand your capabilities, what you can do and what you know how to do. That's what's necessary for you, now. That's your life." He cocked his head. "You haven't learned pragmatism in all those centuries?"

He sighed, giving it up for now. "So, that's the deck. I'm sure we'll get more familiar with it later. It's still early in the training cycle, so the other slaves are still belowdecks. Would you care to see what you have been missing by being my personal project?"
 
He chuckled, and she almost felt like sobbing. She shivered, imagining what what it would be like to lay with so many men... Seperate or together, would her body be able to handle it? To be used so terribly by men who didn't care, who thought that as long as she was physically stable she would be fine?

She winced when he hinted at her age. Of course he thought she was centuries old, most mature Elves were... But she wasn't typical, wasn't normal, and when she turned to him, eyes brimmed with tears it was obvious just how young she was. "I am only a quarter of a century old." She said in a half sob, clenching her hands in her lap before looking down. "I didn't age right... It is resolved now," She said quickly, "I will live for close to a milenium now... But I aged too quickly... By my people standards..." She sighed, sadly, a deeper and longer kind og sorrow that hurt even more then the prospect of being held in slavery. "I am not a woman. I am as they view you humans, a child. Dispite how I look or behave."

She wiped her face, and nodded. "I want to see the other women, please Captain."
 
He listened to her explanation, and nodded, eyes soft. Ah, so his expectations were wrong; she was just as young and inexperienced as any of the other girls they'd captured. Her life would be longer, until her natural end, but she hadn't aged slowly like elves were supposed to. He sighed at her disclaimer.

"I don't know about elves, but I do know about women. You're as strong and vital a woman as any human being, so by our standards, you are fully a woman. So if we're all children, then we're children together, but we count ourselves adults, and you're as adult as anyone." He reached out to stroke her cheek gently. "Plus, let's not forget... you were made a woman in the ways of the flesh, as well." He grinned and winked in a conspiratorial way, as if they shared a pleasant secret. And they did, of course; the fact that her first time was gentle and kind, comparatively speaking, was a secret only they shared, and only they WOULD share.

"Very well, let's go see them," he said when she said she was ready. He stood and led her on the leash to the stairwell belowdecks. In the low-ceilinged belowdecks area, they were met by another crewman, who had a whispered conversation with Janek. Kaura didn't hear much of it, because she was distracted by the noises from the small cabin rooms that stretched ahead of the foot of the stairs, on both sides of the central passage, ten barred doorways, not even privacy like she had in the captain's cabin. She could hear grunts and little cries and moans... and they didn't all seem to be wracked with pain. Oh, there was a degree of pain, absolutely, overall. But not wholly.
 
She kept her head low following the explination, it was not a pleasant topic by any means. Linked to her illness of sorts, her peoples weakness, the upcoming rebellion, and perhaps even the fall of her race. She doubted even if she took the time to explain all of this to Janek that he would understand, or care, about her fate.

Still she leaned into his stroke, letting him carress her gently while she closed her eyes and allowed the bit of comfort. It was a relief of sorts that he did not press for more answers, or did not treat her as a plague, the way many elves did. In fact, when she let her eyes open to give him a grateful smile she saw him grining and winking at her, reminding her of their recent activities. It made her cheeks burn, but she grinned back for a brief moment before realizing what she was doing.

A moment later they set off, and Kaura followed closely, trying to ignore the looks and leers until they got below. Janek stopped just before a line of doors, speaking softly to a crewman. Obviously they did not want her to hear, and obviously they underestimated her ability to do so, so she tried to concentrate on the embarassing noises coming from each of the rooms. Low grunts, sounds of pleasure, and every now and again yelps of pain sounded from each tiny cubical, mixing together in a sick kind of music that floated to Kaura and made her want to cover her ears. She almost did just that, inching behind Janek both to hide from the eyes of the Crewman, and to try to put a physical block between her, and the rooms that held her fellow captives.
 
The conversation the men were having was along the lines of "Holdek and Junmok found theirs were suitable for the Hold" "So they're set up?" "working on a rotation right now" and the like; nothing she could be sure about. When he'd finished, he looked down at her. "What, are you nervous about seeing the other girls?" He listened, and then smiled and shrugged. "No different than the sounds you've been making lately."

He took her walking down the passage, pausing at the occupied cubicles. Each little cell had a bed, a wooden cage, and a variety of shackles and things on the wall, including suspension points in the ceiling. Only six of them had occupants, and they were engaged in various activites. Two were getting beaten, one flogged and one caned, while chained to the wall. One was licking her Master's feet, sucking on his toes, while he held a cane threateningly in his hand. One was straddling her Master as he lay on the bed, her arms bound behind her back at wrist and elbow, pulled tight and painfully behind her. One was in her cage, trapped, but still sucking her Master's cock as he held it between the bars of her cage, looking up at him with scared eyes. And the last was on her hands and knees, her Master holding her head by the hair and fucking into her throat, and the first mate gripping her hips and sliding his massive, overly sized cock into her cunt. She was being rocked back and forth with the violence of the fucking, and was moaning like a wanton slut the whole time.

"You see, they're rather farther along in some areas than you. Of course, you have natural talent I haven't seen the like of before, but still..."
 
Kaua kept her face clear as the men spoke, pretending not to hear what they were whispering about. She didn't understand it in any case, something about a hold and rotation, which she could only guess was not good for the slaves involved.

Finally he spoke to her, and she gave him an even gaze, red in the cheeks at just remembering how she moaned and cried for him. Was she really that far gone into this life already? She couldn't be, she reminded herself. Feeling pleasure from an act that is meant to give pleasure, only a fool would think badly of themselves for such a thing.... But then, she must be a fool, she reasoned, because even now she bowed her head in shame, not meeting the Captain's eyes as he tugged her to follow to each of the cells.

Kaura's eyes widened as she saw each of the women, tortured in uniquely horrid and degrading ways. She watched each individual in horror, and twitched each time she saw one get struck. their spirits almost seemed broken now, not screaming as they should be given the rivets of blood running down their back, rather only grunting and sobbing quietly.

She was casting a spell before she realized what she was doing, pushing out her magic to the two women being beaten. It was more complicated than the spell she used on herself, and if she could use words it would be far more effective but with Janek standing over her she feared being caught. She tilted her face down, hoping he would think she was feeling pity for the slaves. Truely she did not want him to see her eyes. The pupils dialated as she embraced her expanded magic, and the iris glowed faintly green.

She cast it over the one being flogged first, a soothing spell. She couldn't take away the burning fire of each blow, but she did relax the existing pain, soothing it while surpressing the nerves some so the sudden lack of pain didn't make the next strike seem more vicious. The girl exhaled, and sobbed gently, likely thinking her body was rejecting pain now. It was barely noticable, and she grunted again when the whip hit her skin. She did the same to the other girl, and again, a small breath out, followed by a defeated sounded wimper and sob. She could have smiled, still disgusted and enraged, but grateful she could help, if only for the time she was fairly close.

Though, the girls did as was wise, but when Janek spoke, Kaura did not. She glanced up at him as her eyes returned to normal. The pupils relaxed, the unearthly glow fading in the low light. "I have natural talent?" She asked, her throat feeling hoarse as though she were the one screaming from a beating. "I thought you saying that was conditioning me..."
 
He shrugged. "I do intend to condition you, yes, but through exposure. I have no reason to prop up your ego. If you were merely adequate, I would have said so. In fact, I had expected you to be so, I'd expected to have to work your skills up through training. But... you did surpass my expectations in just about every way. Why would I lie about that?"

He glanced through the bars again at the man doing the whipping. He cleared his throat to get the slaver's attention. "How many is that?"

"45, sir."

"How many did you promise her?"

"50."

"I see. Have you renamed her?"

"Sweet Tits, Captain."

"Sweet Tits," he said, addressing the slavegirl who had been receiving the flogging. Already the little cuts in her back were closing, whether due to Kaura's spell or the magic inherent in the collars, it couldn't be determined. She turned her head to look at him, fear in her eyes. "Sweet Tits, have you learned your lesson? We don't whip for no reason, it's either punishment or training, so have you learned anything?"

"Yes, sir," she said in a small voice. She seemed half-expecting more torture if she said anything out of turn.

"Very well. I'm excusing you from the last five. Don't get used to it, but I'm feeling generous today. Credit the good performance of your sister-slave, here. Now be sure to thank your Master for your correction when he lets you down." At that, he grinned, jangled Kaura's leash, and then headed on. The slavegirl who had been being caned was already done, and was "thanking" her Master with a hurried, tearful blowjob while he sat on the bunk. As they were moving past the last occupied cell, on their way back to another chamber in at the end of the passage, Kaura heard from the cell where the slavegirl was getting double-teamed, amid the male grunts, a sudden female gasp and a heated whisper, "Would Master prefer to cum on my face?"

Then Janek opened the door, drawing her attention, and led her through to the small chamber beyond.

<I didn't give you too much to add on to, so I don't expect you to describe anything in the chamber, but I think I've given you enough to run with with the dialogue and your reactions to fill a post to your heart's content; I'll pause here for reactions and pick up the further description later.>
 
She almost smiled at his honesty, it was a thing to appreciate, even in a situation like this, when someone was being direct. She much prefered it to empty praise and meaningless words. Though she disliked what she had been complimented for, the fact she earned it was a small source of pride.

She watched curiosly as Janek paused in front of the cage of the woman being whipped. Her breath caught for a moment, sure that he had noticed her spell. Was it her eyes that betrayed her? The woman's soft sigh? Perhaps a device to detect magic? Her mind raced full of possibilities, and she felt sick imagining what would happen to them both. It took all her will to stare blankly, waiting for the inevitable.

Instead, he released the slave from her whipping. A smile broke out on Kaura's face, grateful and sincere. She might not be able to do much as a slave, in this position, but if this girl was spared from a few lashes because of how well she was preforming... She swallowed, and determination flashed over her features. She would earn more rewards, for herself and the others there.

She crawled forward when he tugged her leash, passing the cell with the girl being forced both ways. She seemed to enjoy it, oddly, and Kaura couldn't help but to wonder for a brief moment... Was that what she looked like? The glazedover and lusty expression painted onto this girl's face seemed so lewd and dirty, almost moreso then the sound of her moans mixing with the grunts of the two men as they pumped into her. And when she whispered, low and sultry, Kaura couldn't help but to glance away shyly.

The door opened, and Janek tugged her again to bring her through. Her eyes widen slightly at the sight of what lay ahead.
 
In the larger room toward the tail of the ship, two girls were strapped down to large X-frames. They wore oddly-embroidered belts which seemed to also radiate magic to Kaura's elven senses. And a pirate stood between them, masturbating each one with a hand, both his hands staying busy rubbing gently at their clits.

"Holdek, how are they going?"

"Well. It seems these two escaped the attentions of bad daddies and charming shepherd boys and kept their innocence intact."

"That's what I heard. I was just surprised you two were willing to give up training."

"Well, we're still head of the roster, aren't we? For next time?"

"Of course, of course. So we're working up a roster."

"Thanks, Captain. It would be easier if we could get some of those specialized enchanted eggs, or whatever."

"Perhaps next voyage. We can use this as more training." He looked down at Kaura, and held up a hand to her, silencing any of her questions. "Well, carry on, Holdek. I'll see to your relief." With a tug, he led his pet through the room to the back, where there was another door and another set of stairs down to the stores hold, where they kept barrels of food and drink and cargo. Down there, alone, they paused, and he turned to her. "Clearly, you have questions."
 
Two women lay on large crossbeams. Their legs and arms spread and locked down, unable to fight against the large pirate that stood between them. His hand moved across their womanhood, teasing and masterbating them as thair pleasured moans filled the cabin. It made Kaura's cheeks redden, and she turned away to preserve the girls dignity. Janek and the other slaver exchanged a few words, and Kaura looked up in surprise as Janek silenced her. She settled back, waiting for them to finish before Janek tugged once more and she found herself in a storage hull, looking up at Janek as he offered an explination.

"Actually, Captain, I only have a few..." She said quietly. "I can guess those two women are virgin, and you plan to keep them that way for the selling block?" Her voice rose slightly, a question that she knew the answer to. "But there is much I do not understand... If you are preserving their innocence for sale, why teach them of the pleasure of sex? What were those belts that called so strongly to my magic? And does my species make such a difference?" She paused, not meaning to ask that but continued on. "Why does my being an Elf cause my treatment to be so different? I am not complaining.... Only curious."
 
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