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Breaking a pet

"I'm sorry." She managed to get out after a few minutes. "But, I cannot call you sir. You make a good arguement, you always do, but I do wish to retain some bit of myself. It might be childish, it might earn me many beatings, but I am not quite ready to lose that last bit of control I have. It isn't much, just one title, one thing that I don't wish to call you." She glanced up at him, a worried look on her face. She fully expected punishment for her stubbornness, but that mattered very little to her right then. "Can't I have this? I will call you Master, or Captain, but please can't that be enough?"

She sighed and smiled to herself. "You wont tell about my abilities?" She asked. "I know... It would be profitable for you to. Men would pay thousands, millions of gold for someone who could extend their lives, give them back what time takes away." It wasn't that she wanted him to tell, but she did want him to have all the information, to know what he was giving up, so when he thought on it later he would not take it back.
 
"Well, you know what you need to do, and if you choose not to, you're willing to accept the consequences. In all honesty, that's all I can ask. If its a conscious choice, there's nothing I can do about that. So I'll stop bringing it up. Just be aware, it's your choice whether to use a simple honorific or not. As long as we're clear on that, then you may make the choices you wish.

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"Yes, you're right; men would pay millions for the secret to extended life. My life would be forefeit for even holding you in my power. I have indeed thought of this. Even your ability to enhance pleasure would be a commodity of value. But it would also ensure that you would never find your freedom. Even the possibility of your seeing the sun and sky ever again would be in danger."

"Just imagine: one greedy man decides to buy you and extend his life. He will allow nothing to risk that, so you are kept in the safest, most secret, deepest dungeon he can build. And the longer his life lasts, the longer you stay there. But it's unlikely he'll die of old age; as soon as anyone else knows about it, it's only a matter of time until someone else desires extended life, as well, and eventually, they kill your Master and steal you. And then the process starts all over again, for as long as THEY live, until someone else wrests you away."

"It's one thing to be a pleasure slave; most are pampered, rewarded for their work, and traditionally set free when their Master eventually dies. The youngest and prettiest are often bought by the oldest and richest men, so they still have most of their life ahead of them. You being an elf, you'll already have trouble with earning your freedom in that manner, because of what a unique purchase you are. But once your abilities are known, that adds an entirely different level of avarice to the mix."

He paused, and tightened his grip on her body just fractionally; it's possible he didn't even realize he was doing it. "I have no problem capturing young women for sale; it's a more interesting and eventful and, yes, pleasurable life than they would have as some miller's wife in the ass end of nowhere. But it's a question of scale. I have no intention of condemning someone to thousands of years of misery for being in the wrong place at the wrong time." He lowered his head, inadvertently getting closer to her ear. "Does that make sense?"
 
She nodded slightly, willing to accept any consequences that came from her simple disobedience. Perhaps one day she would call the men sir, but for now she didn't want to collasps entirely, to give into her life without even a small fight.

Grateful tears almost sprang into her eyes as he spoke, and she blinked them away, putting her head into the crook of his neck lightly for a moment. She knew it should touch her, not after al that had happened... But the fact that he was willing to forfiet so much money, even risk his own existance in order to spare her a lifetime of hell, acting as a prized fountain of youth... That was something that she could not ignore.

She pulled back slightly, just enough that her eyes could meet his. They seemed to shine in the low light, glistening from unshed tears. "You are much kinder than I had given you credit for." She whispered to him, "Thank you.... Sir." She whispered the title to him, smiling tenderly. "I will strive to make you proud."
 
He felt unaccountably flustered by her admission and her thanks. It was, all told, not a good sign on his part, he had to admit to himself. It had been many years since a slavegirl had affected him like this; not since his first, actually. Except now he was in a position where he could actually do something about it, if he let himself. And that was the hell of it; he couldn't, professionally, let himself get attached. But what could he do if his emotions were reacting that way, anyway?

"I'm sure you will," he said softly, and held her a few moments more. Then he shook himself and straightened. "And you're already doing so. I don't think I have anything else to teach you this afternoon, actually," he said, reaching behind to untie her arms. They'd recovered from the semi-suspension, and now she should be able to use them normally with only some initial stiffness. "You're already performing above expected with your sexual arts, and you just had your first paingasm, which means you will have little trouble with the future lessons on taking a whipping. It's just a matter of your skin toughening, actually, and that's simple exposure. It's your first full day, and in most performance categories, you're already performing as if you had weeks of training."

He loosed her wrists, finally, and stood up. He left the remaining 3/4 of the apple on the tray just a few feet in front of her as he said, "I think you've earned some free time, within the cabin at least. Move as you will," he added with a smile in his voice, as he stepped away from her, over toward the bed and the desk next to it. He picked up a battered book and opened it to his bookmarked page before he turned to see what she was doing with her moments of freedom.
 
There wasa hint of something in his voice as he spoke, discribing her progress. She had always been a quick study among her people, but honestly did not think how she was performing here was anything to to prideful for. But, if he claimed she was doing well, it made her smile, her eyes softening even as he unties her bindings, and she was given the chance to work her shoulders free.

The free time came as a shock and relief as she grinned a bit, watching him move to the desk. She noticed he had left the apple in front of her, but had not given her verbal permission to finish it. Was it a test to see if she would push her bounderies? Was this a treat included in her brief moments of freedom? She considered it for a moment before standing, stretching her sore muscles for a moment.

When he turned to watch her she paused for a moment, and lowered her arms. Her cheeks burned red slightly, still modest even after all he had done to her so far. She had to remind herself that no matter how life changing and drastic what they had been doing was, a day had not passed since her capture. Her entire life could not easily be erased by a few hours of pleasure. She shook herself though, eyes down as one arm looped over her breasts. "May I... Eat the rest of the Apple, Master?" She asked after a second.
 
He blinked at her a few moments, and then smiled broadly. "I had expected you to fall upon it like a ravenous wolf. Yes, yes, it's perfectly all right, that's why I left it there!" He paused. "But I'm immensely proud of your self-restraint, and your instinct to ask."

He beamed at her as he sat down at the desk and brought up the book. He wasn't sure when he'd next get the chance to read; the outbound trips had a number of hours in the day for free time, but the trips back rarely afforded much luxury.

He looked up at her again. "I think there's some grog left, as well; you can feel free to finish the mug, if so, as well." He smiled. "It was a job -very- well-done," he said softly.
 
She blinked for a moment at his enthuisiasm. and smiled, picking up the apple. "My race is quite famous for our self control." She reminded him, glancing down at the book he was reading. She somwhat doubted he would enjoy reading the same fantastic stories she did, colorful tales that had little to do with reality, but revealed much of a regions culture.

After a second though she turned away, quickly finding the mug. There was still pleanty of the drink left, and she sat on the edge of the bed as she munched slowly on the apple, enjoying every bite.

Eventually she took a sip of the drink, which he had called grog. Her eyebrows rose slightly at the taste and she leaned forward some, swallowing the small mouthful quickly. "What is this?" She questioned, swirling the remainder in the cup for a moment. "It has an... Odd taste, Master."
 
"It's grog. One part rum, two parts water. It helps the water stay palatable longer," he said absently as he read. He saw her glancing at his book. "You probably don't read Scythian, do you? It's a history book, an epic poem written down, of the first major siege of Abelus, the Flowered City."

<essentially, kind of the Scythian equivalent of Homer's Illiad, is what I'm thinking.>

"It's a little bit fanciful, but mostly it's about politics and military tactics. The second book, now, that's the fanciful one."
 
She swirled the mixture a little bit more peering at it. "I have never had any form of alcohol, diluded or not." She told him with a raised brow, testing the drink again. It wasn't a bad flavor, she concluded after a bit, but very different.

She smiled slightly. "I am afraid I don't read your language." She admitted. "I know several, but Scythian is not one of them." She sighed, watching him read. "It is a poty, I do enjoy reading. I was a researcher, history, myth, ancient lore, it fascinates me to try to find the bit of truth that resides within every epic tale of fancy."

She finished the apple, and set the core on his plate, the cup with the last bit of grog next to it. She climbed onto his bunk, close enough to watch him, and tugged the sheets over hersefl, sighing as she luxeriated in the soft comfort of the bed. She wasn't paticularly tired, but letting her body rest after the activities of the day felt utterly heavenly. "How about you, Captain?" She asked after a moment. "What do you tend to enjoy reading?"
 
Janek made a somewhat disgusted noise. "Grog barely counts as alcohol, so I wouldn't worry. You've probably had stronger if you left your cider in the barrel too long. But it serves, it serves."

He looked up at her as she told of her past, her profession, and asked about his habits. "Oh, I read whatever I can get my hands on, which isn't easy in a sailor's life. I'd love to keep a library, but I also happen to hold the philosophy that books ought to be shared, so I don't keep much, even in my port home."

He turned the chair around to gaze at her, lounging languidly in the bed, and smiled gently. Then he flipped to the beginning of the book, and began to read out loud...

"Book one. Sing, O goddess, the anger of Achanek son of Peleshek, that brought countless ills upon the Saatheans. Many a brave soul did it send hurrying down to Hades, and many a hero did it yield a prey to dogs and vultures, for so were the counsels of Juurdus fulfilled from the day on which the son of Atreuk, king of men, and great Achanek, first fell out with one another..."

((stolen reference))
 
Kaura chuckled softly to herself. "Just an observation." She told him, nodding to his perception of the written word. It was much like her ownthat knowledge should not be kept for the few, rather offered to the whole... But she did enjoy being able to read whever she had the oportunity, instead of having to search for such things among a public library, where anyone could have boorowed the desired text.

Still she grinned, watching as he turned to face her, the book still in his hand. His smile was gentle, something she appreciated as she rested. And when he flipped to the begining of the book, she blinked, startled some as he began to read to her.

She settled back, grinning to herself as he read, letting every word of the poem sink in as her eyes closed. She let her mind explore the tale as his deep voice spelled it out, enjoying the chance to learn about his culture through the fanciful tale.
 
He read to her much of the afternoon, having to stop to go out and get more grog to wet his throat.

Eventually, however, the ship's bell rang, and he glanced to the door. "Come. It's your shift down below, and I need dinner." He stood up and gestured to follow. At the door, though, he paused. "You don't have to crawl, anymore, but... Do you want to be leashed? Would it make you more comfortable to have a physical link with me as we travel among the men? I only ask because... I recall it gave you pause, earlier today."

He held up a length of cord that had been by the door, leaving it up to her if she wanted the symbolic tie to him or not.
 
The tales were so utterly fascinating, Kaura found herself lost in the flow of Janek's voice. Her mind spun, even as the man left to get himself more grog, and she spent the time thinking over every aspect og this history. She would love to be able to reference the tales, to track down the origins and learn more about Scythian culture, after all, that would be her home now, but decided it wise to not push her luck. As it was, she could lay back and almost pretend this to be a romantic gesture, tender and loving of the captain to give her such comfort.

A few hours more passed, and a bell jolted her from her thoughts. She sat up quickly as Janek mentioned her 'shift' and she moved to stand by his side, smiling at his further consideration. "I would like the leash." She admitted, and hesitated. She gazed at him tenderly for a moment before leaning forward, and lightly pressing her lips to his, pulling away quickly with a rosy pink in her cheeks. "Thank you, Master, for the rest." She whispered.
 
As he affixed the cord to her collar, Janek tried to act all gruff, but couldn't hide the fact he was pleased by the spontaneous kiss. "Well, just don't go telling anyone about it. If the crew gets wind of it, they'll think I've gone soft; I'm not about to tell them the particulars of your skill yet, so better they don't hear anything about it. Understood?"

Getting an assent from Kaura, he nodded in return and led her from the cabin. The deck was reasonably crowded again, but this time the crew held plates of biscuits and jerky, much as the captain had eaten for lunch. She received the undivided attention of all the crew she passed, but she was on her feet, and she was on a leash, and they did nothing more than follow her with their eyes.

He led her down the stairs and through the passage of training chambers to the larger room where the virgins were bound. Another of the trainers, his charge kneeling next to him in her display position, waited at the door for the captain. The two men exchanged pleasantries as they approached, and the wide-eyed slavegirl looked at Kaura in silent wonderment.

<pause for reactions>
 
She could tell the slaver enjoyed her kiss, dispite his hard attitude. If anything, the denial of this simple truth helped confirm her hopes. He was falling for her, perhaps not in a way he recognised, but it was undeniable to her. All she had to do was keep pushing, and more importantly, keep herself from falling for him as well. "I understand." She told him with a smile, following him out.

She kept her head bowed as she passed the men. All talking stopped, the deck silent as she passed. She could almost feel their gazes on her skin, and it took every ounce of self control she had to keep from raising her arms over her breasts, or to modestly cover her sex.

He led her down again, to the odd room where the virgins were kept. She observed silently for a moment, seeing another slave girl knelt in present post on the floor. For a moment she considered lowering herself to her knees as well, but did not know if Janek was going to continue further or stop their. As awkward as it might be to miss her cue at a pose, it would be worst to strike it at the wrong moment and have to be corrected. So instead she gave the young woman a pleasant smile, pitched to reassuring, before gazing at Janek for her orders.
 
Her worries about how to kneel or not were alleviated; as they approached the door, the other trainer tugged his girl to her feet. They entered the virgin room, and Kaura saw what Janek must have meant by "shift."

The virgins were still bound in their places, legs spread, but now they were reclined, backs arching, heads dropped back. Two of the slavegirls were bound, chained by collars with hands at their back, between the virgin's legs, faces pushed to their groins. The girls were licking, teasing, constantly stimulating the two bound girls. Meanwhile, their trainers were actively instructing the virgins on how to use their mouths. The fevered girls, half-mad from the pleasure, were sucking and licking enthusiastically, seeking some kind of thing to do, some kind of pleasure that the belts kept them from.

As the trainers saw the captain enter, they smiled at the virgins and finished up their lessons, allowing themselves to shoot off in their mouths, which the virgins drank hungrily, moaning. Then the men patted them fondly on the breasts and went about loosing their regular charges, taking them away. As the girls get up, groaning a bit, they leave their positions, the chains and braces empty, ready for the next girls.

<again, pause for reactions>
 
The other girl was tugged to her feat, and Kaura gave an inward sigh, glad that she seemed to have made the right choise is not kneeling right then.

Her relief didn't last long as they entered the area the virgin girls were kept. Her eyes rounded, wide, and she gasped just slightly, a look of utter humiliation crossing her face. She saw the virgin girls, desperatelysucking and licking on the slavers cocks, furiously trying to bring them off... But more disturbing where the two slave girls, bound and pressed into the girls groins, their mouths trying to bring the other women pleasure.

She almost took a step back away from the scene, her eyes dropping to the floor as blood rushed to her face. She swallowed slightly, trying to not think about what she knew would happen next. But there it was... The men finished, unchained their charges, and left the space open for the next pair. A sick feeling grew in Kaura's stomach, already knowing what who would fill those places.

But she didn't say a word of protest, even as her eyes turned away, and she turned red to the tips of her ears.... She knew that part of her performance here would reflect on Janek, and wanted, more than she should, to make him proud.
 
The other trainer quickly strapped his slavegirl into place; this apparently was her first shift, too, because she kept pulling her face away from the glistening, throbbing pink lips in front of her, even as the virgin writhed in her mindless passion. Janek didn't move Kaura, he just gave her a look that clearly said "stay there" and walked around to look at the gasping faces of the two bound women.

As the other trainer came back and snagged Kaura's collar, dragging her over and unceremoniously strapping her in place, chaining her securely into proper cunnilingus position, Janek addressed everyone. "I have good news for you. The time is soon coming when you will be allowed to experience your first orgasm as slavegirls. If you keep being as compliant as you have been, and if everyone else does their part sufficiently," he gazed at both Kaura and the other girl as he said those words, "then tomorrow at midday you will experience what we've been preparing you for." He grinned and patted their heads as they hung there, upside down, trembling and moaning.

He glanced up at the girls coming on shift. "Do a good job, slavegirls. Their pleasure is in your hands. Or mouths, as it were." He then looked at the other trainer. "Mandark, you're in charge. Keep monitoring them this shift, I'll tell the rest of the crew the good news." Janek moved to go, going out of the range of Kaura's vision.

"Aye, Captain," said the trainer, Mandark, and he touched both Kaura's and the other girls' heads. "Begin licking," he said in a stern voice.
 
Kaura watched the other young woman get strapped into place, pulling as hard as she could away from the other womans womanhood as she possibly could. She could see the look of desperation painted on the virgin slaves faces, how desperately they craved the orgasm they were being denied. It was cruel, Kaura knew, to make them suffer like this simply because they had not laid with a man before.

She was in the middle of this line of thought when the other slaver roughly grabbed her collar, dragging her in between the other woman's thighs, right at the groin. She didn't pull away like the other woman did, but she did allow her eyes to close, trying to protect of of their modesty, even just slightly. She was sure Janek's words were a relief to the poor girls, allowing them that moment of bliss after so much tempting and teasing.

Kaura certainly wasn't going to deny them, that much she knew. Though, she did want to whimper as Janek announced he was leaving. Her eyes shot open and she watched him as far as she could. This would be the first time she didn't have him with her since her capture, save the short trip he took to get his grog... And his absense unnerved her some.

But she didn't have time to dwell on it, the other slaver -Mandark- already gave his first order. Kaura set to work immediately, determined to not lose this girl her chance at relief. The smell in close to her pussy was... Oddly fragrant, but not unpleasant, and she closed her eyes again, as her tongue reached out, stroking up along the other woman's slit, tasting her juices. It was quite unlike anything Kaura had tasted, but again, far from unpleasant.

After a few more slow licks, getting used to the taste, she started to work. She recalled all the things Janek did to her body, the way his tongue made small circles around her clit... And she mimicked it, teasing the sensitive nub gently, lapping along the length of her slit, her tongue flicking off, only to come back as continue her lapping. She did anything, and everything, she imagined might bring the young woman pleasure, listening to her moans and gasps to know what was working.
 
The girl's reactions showed how well Kaura was doing; the moans and thrashing showed she was enjoying the elven woman's tongue immensely. From behind her, Mandark touched her shoulder and said "Good. Just like that." He then turned to his own charge and gave her some instruction.

It was hours, their shift, locked in place with chains, using only their faces, mouths, and tongues. They both learned to do it well, based on the reactions, and for the most park, Mandark's role was purely supervisory, just making sure they didn't slack in their efforts. He did take a break after a couple of hours to brutally fuck his slavegirl, from the sound of it. For a while, there, there were three voices raised in passionate moans, all tinged with a hint of desperation and/or pain, but passionate nonetheless.

The physical toll of being locked in such a position for so long was also wearing on her, with her joints aching, her jaw sore and her tongue almost painfully tired. But then she heard the door open up behind her, and Janek's voice rang out. "Mandark, how did they do?"

"Excellently, sir! In fact, I was a little disappointed your bitch was so good; I was looking forward to disciplining her."

Janek chuckled. "Oh, she's good at just about anything. She's an elf, after all." More people entered as Janek and Mandark released their slavegirls, and cleared the way for two more to take their place. Janek surreptitiously touched her head, as if to say "good girl," then helped her to her feet and led her, shaky as she was, into the corridor and up toward his cabin.
 
It went on forever, it seemed like to Kaura. Hours of listening to the frenzied cries of the chained women as her mouth and tongue worked like mad to keep them teetering at that edge. It was painfuil, so much so that she actually found herself envying the other girl when she was ravaged by her master, their moans echoing with the chained girl that Kaura continued to work on.

Finally, she heard the doors swing open, and a familiar voice rang out. Kaura smiled, relieved, but didn't stop work even as Mandark gave his assesment of her. He wanted to punish her? Too bad, she thought with an inward grin, she only wanted to be used, or punished, by someone she held some form of respect for. Right now, the only man on the ship who had shown her anything to respect was Janek, and while she knew she would eventually be used by every man.... A thought that made her want to shudder horribly... She only wanted to be loyal to one.

Again her thoughts were cut short when she was finally unchained, and she slowly rose to her feet, her joints tired and aching. Her face was wet, a mixture of her spit and the other woman's juices, and she ducked her head to keep it from being overly noticable, not sure if she would be allowerd to wipe it away.

She stayed close to Janek's side as they walked through the corridor, and whispered softly when she was sure no one could hear. "Could I... Get a cup of grog please Master?" She asked quietly. "Please?"
 
Hearing her whisper, Janek discretely held up his hand, fingers out, a clear signal to "wait." He led her up to the deck, and she got to see the sky purple and crimson as the sun set in the distance, the clouds glowing with a life of their own. He let her enjoy the view all the slow walk back to his cabin, and once inside, he untied her collar.

"I saved you a mug," he murmured, nodding over to the bedside where one of the clay mugs sat.

He locked the door as she made herself at home. "Very good work today, I'm told. You certainly seemed capable. Tell me... would you like to be one of the ones on-shift when we do it? Have it be your tongue she orgasms on?"
 
Kaura fell silent at the gesture, bowing her head to him slightly. They continued the walk, and she smiled at the sunset, and how the water reflacted the colors so beautifully, before again she foundherself in his cabin.

She smiled at the cup, "Thank you, Sir." She whispered, hurrying over to pick it up and take a long sip. The slightly flavored water tasted amazing going down her throat, washing away the various flavors on her tongue, and she sipped it quietly as Janek spoke. She sat back, considering. "I am not sure if I would say I would like to, Master." She said after a moment. "But, I would like to ensure that at least one of the girls if fully satisfied, and I am not sure about how the other slave women would be..." She sighed, and raked a finger through her hair for a moment. "I suppose... The best answer would be a yes, Master..." She sat back and watched him carefully, her eyes off his and a flush in her cheeks. "After sitting at the brink so long, I want their first experience to be worth it... Though, I do not think I should use my magic."
 
Janek nodded. "Yes, your magic would be difficult to explain, with the glowing eyes and all."

He crossed to the bed and sat down next to her. "Very well. I wanted to offer it to you, because I know you'll do right by the girls. And believe it or not, that's very important to me, too. I want them to enjoy sex, when they finally get it. They're being trained in all the other areas, it's just their maidenhood that's being preserved. But I want them to have a fruitful life, as they're the most likely to be bought by the truly aged and infirm, looking to get their potency back by fucking a virgin. It doesn't work, of course, but it does mean they won't spend so much time in servitude."

He sighed, and lay back on the bed. Then he looked over at Kaura. "You mentioned your magic. I think it might be a good time to try and practice some of that."
 
She smiled. "I can always close my eyes." She reminded him. "I meant more that the sensation might be high enough without adding a level of which they might never be able to achieve again."

She wanted to lean against him, and rest her head on his shoulder for some comfort as he spoke, nodding to show she understood what he meant. By preserving their maidenhead it ensured a very easy life for them.... Even if it meant sharing their body with someone two or three times their age. but then, she glanced at Janek, her own Master was a good bit older than her, but she did not mind it at all.

He laid back, and she set down her mug, smiling timidly. "Are you sure, Master?" She asked, a tone of nervousness in her voice. I... Don't want to overdo it again..." But she smiled all the same, moving to face him completely. "What do you want me to do, Captain?"
 
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