Heart in Chains.

(OOC: this story is closed for myself and the truly wondrous and sexy Sinful_Whispers. Read along and enjoy but please do not post here.)

Firo Ma'A Chex looked at his hands. They were knotted, Muscle and scar and callous layered upon them, cracks in the skin form work on the ropes or rigging in hot sun, and gouges in the webbing of his hands and fingers, white lines against the tan flesh from where the barbed and spiked chains he worked with had stung him fiercely stared back. Each white line, each divot a reminder of the cost to be as good as he was. A reminder of the kind of man he was. His hands disappeared into gauntlets, specially worked to release easier, and to allow him to handle the chains without self injury.

His arms and body looked back at him in the mirror, Baked lines and burns littered parts of his flesh. A map of time and pain, gouges and scars, a bumpy road across his chest and back a product of the weapon he used that he made part of himself, and that bit him as hard as his foes. Wraps of cloth covered him, since there was no room or place for real armor on a boat, and as the chains followed them, the barbs bit into him through the cloth anyway. Over and over he wrapped until the shine of his weapons covered each shoulder the steel hand ring affixed securely in the center of his chest and the two heavy ends swung freely over each shoulder, waiting for his hands to grip them.

He moved, his feet practicing the dance of death, that turned him into a dervish of flying steel, and slashing metal, that ripped limbs in twain like rotted driftwood, and crushed bones and swords alike. Each practiced step another closer to perfection, Closer to Kali with her many arms blazing death. Closer to never needing to fight again. His feet stopped moving, and the few swinging chains grazed him as he stopped moving. The clink and tinkle of his weaponry stopping as he gazed into the mirror.

Only the mask stared back, the man was gone, and the smooth chrome mask covering his features stared back, the visor from a forgotten time, keeping his face an expressionless mystery. Fearsome with it's jagged teeth and leering grin. His door knocked and he turned as one of the crew came to see him. "The crows have spotted a vessel near, it looks to be a pleasure cruiser, likely a lot of fat booty aboard for the men to split about. It looks like we won't be scuttling it so we're going to fight aboard. Are you ready champion."

"Have I ever not been? Show me the vessel and i will be ready to take those aboard who defend it to hell, as long as I keep first pick after the captain."

the crewman swallowed trying to find anything in the mirrored grip of the mask, Firo Ma' A Chex was sure the crewman could feel Firo's eyes burning through him even now. "Of course Firo. Of course."

In the distance Firo looked surely able to mark the vessel where it sailed, little did it know what hell awaited it.

Her name was Onyx befitting the young buxom beauty, named for the color of her hair, none that sailed the seven seas knew her real name or where she had come from. They just knew her for her reputation, she was know for her entertainment upon Iron John’s pleasure vessel the Princess Odessa, which has been where she’s called home for the past three years going from port to port with John and his crew of drunken sailors, ex- pirates and stow-a-ways that joined as time went on.

Onyx was twenty-three and when men mentioned that name in ports most men knew exactly the woman that was spoken about. She stood five four, her body was thick and curvaceous; her breasts were a hefty forty-eight F and for their size they were firm with the biggest pink nipples men have ever seen. Her hair was dark as a raven’s feather and hung all the way past her waist and stopped at her juicy rounded cheeks.

She loved men, all sizes, shapes and ages, Onyx loved the attention she got in every way, it didn’t matter if she bedded one to ten a night, she was always in high demand, she kept the crewmen happy like the other women that sailed upon the 150 ton, 80 foot vessel. There were easily thirty to fifty pirates on the ship at all times, 10 cannons (mainly for show) lined the deck below, five on each side.

Onyx walked out of the captain’s quarters, her hair blew within the afternoon breeze, she surveyed the men and women on deck and smiled to Iron john as she came over to her and patted her ass as he kissed her cheek, “My dear you look as beautiful as ever today.”

She winked, “Why thank you Capt’n John.” She replied. Onyx wore a silk given to her by a satisfied sailor, top and bottom are held onto the body with an elegant prim chain link, attaching to an elegant gold swirled plate from which the sheer small swatches of fabric hang, leaving very little to the imagination and exposing most of Onyx’s tanned flesh.

Her long black flowing skirt covered all the way down to her bare ankles exposing her silver slave chain sandals that were more for decoration upon her feet than anything else. The silver chain looped her second toe and came up and around her ankle upon it were small onyx gems that glistened in the sun when she danced upon deck.

She watched as women moved about the deck filling mugs of thirsty drunk sailors that sat waiting for Onyx to come out and dance. She shielded her emerald green eyes and looked out into the waters, listening to the waves as they crashed against the hull of the vessel.

She took her place behind the small partition that was between the captain’s quarters and the main deck, she waited till the music began and then she stepped out from behind it for all to view as her arms moved above her head like twin snakes, her hips went left to right and back again as she sashayed slowly out to the center of the deck and began to dance.

The men clapped and whistled as she moved before them, her voice was raspy as she began to sing, all eyes were upon her and her alone, as her nipples pressed against the thin fabric that barely covered them, her rounded cheeks shook as she shimmied her hips, her breasts went back and forth lifting up and lowering with her hands as she raised them upwards and then lowered her head back as she arched her back and her breasts separated apart and fell to the sides as the thin silk lifted with the breeze letting her feel the salted mist spray her body as she lifted and stood straight up and danced slowly in a circle that widened till she was sitting in the crew’s lap from one to the other having a grand time.

The Princess Odessa.

The ship was known and well marked, excursions up this vessel flew no flags because it was a pleasure ship and it operated on either side of the law, even now it may be boarded by another pirate crew, drunken and enjoying the pleasurable company of the woman aboard. Well Not for long. Firo voiced his concerns about it, the ship of course was accorded neutral territory and even though it had been slow recently the ships stores were still not empty and they could survive, but the captain and the crows would have none of it. The Princess Odessa had been marked as their target and thusly Firo would don the Mask once more and murder until there were no foes standing.

"How long till we board?" His voice was thick and cold as the steel he wore, and it left the sharp tone of a barb, much like his chains. And what do we know of their defenses? I ask because i wish to descend upon them from our main mast, I will rush at them from the skies and make them believe that hell has opened from the skies. the words were pompous and overbearing, but that was his game. To make his crew almost as a feared of him as their opponents. Because like this he could continue to be champion, a fearsome and respected wraith, the figure of death aboard the seas, Champion of the Scarlet Blooming.

Their sails full he began his climb as the young sailor consulted the crows for news. Half an hour or more he was told, and that to come up from the sun to prevent being seen. So a surprise assault on a pleasure ship, Likely with defenders easily as drunk as their inhabitants. There was no pleasure to be had in such a slaughter. Once more Firo expressed his concerns to the captain and was assured that he would be given the first choice of any booty if he would bring them victory, over a ship 4 times their size, and then he relented.

Now perched high on the tip of the mainsail taking care not to slit any of the ropes or sails he waited, his legs stretching out so he would not cramp in the setting sun, the misty breeze going over his chest wrapped in cloth, his chains being oiled to keep them sharp, and his hands filing quickly to make new barbs across the deadly lengths of steel.

As the ship neared it's target he could see the few stray sentries along the boat, and he judged the wind blowing at his back. He leapt from his perch, his chains coming unfurled, sounding like bells in the night as he tore through the sails of the larger vessel. His fall slowed as he tore through the thick cloth, finally coming to land through the skylight in front of a gorgeous dancing girl. his chains unfurling and hitting the ground beside him, the heavy weighted ends audibly cracking against the floor. "You men here, are all going to die, So says the Champion of the Scarlet Blooming."

Men roared drunken challenges and weapons were pulled as he watched. perhaps this might be some form of fun after all.

“DANCE ONYX…DANCE GIRL!”…the men of the crew hollered to Onyx as she moved before them, the rough drunken crewman cat whistles and cheered to her, yelling her name and their drunken obscene comments as the music played and the men sang and stomped their feet clapping their hands as their drink flowed.

Onyx widened her eyes darting amongst the crowd of rowdy sailors and ex-pirates and whatever else the rest were, seeing the boisterous spirits as they partake of Captain Iron John’s fine drink.

Her heart speeding in her chest she walked to the center of the deck which many named the dancing chamber for that’s all it was used for on the Princesa Odessa. Onyx lowered her eyes in respect of the drunken men and guests aboard the ship going from port to port and waited for the next song to be played.

Out of no where the voice of the Captain’s first mate “You will dance the chain dance girl!”

Onyx looked over to him and nodded her head as she watched him bring to her a long heavy piece of chain that was no less that eight feet long and weighed more than Onyx usually used for this dance.

The men hooted and hollered as she got ready to perform, Onyx wrapped the chain around her body up and over her shoulders and breasts, the ends hung to the deck of the ship with a thud as they fell from her wrapped wrists.

She watched as the First mate came towards her, his look angry as he looked over her, her buxom breasts tightly bound within the heavy chain making them stick out even more, her nipples now uncovered and fully erect as she listened to the music, it sounded almost angry as they played.

His hand gripped her shoulder as she danced sensually in a mock struggle, her head tossed back as her breast push forth swaying back and forth as her rounded bottom jiggled. She lifted her hands as it seemed her whole body was wretchedness and despair. He turned her to the crowed as she danced in place her hips swaying her upper body with as it was a long wave from head to toe and back.

He reached down as she brought her head up, her feet moving in one spot as he exposed her fully to the men and other women waiting their turn in the spotlight after the infamous big-breasted raven beauty. There was a cry of delight from the crowd.

Onyx’s face was fixed in the dancer's stylized moan of terror, but she was beautiful. She seemed to plead with the first mate but he did not move. She seemed to writhe in misery and tried to escape his grip but she did not. Then he removed his hands from her shoulders and, as the crowd cried out, she sank in abject misery at his feet and performed the ceremony of submission, kneeling, lowering the head, and lifting and extending the arms, wrists crossed.

The dance of chains was a dance that enslaved Onyx to the Princesa Odessa, one she danced her first night aboard it which made the vessel her home and she submitted herself to it and the seas that it drifted through. The chains wrapped her as she dropped to the floor of the ship, the chains wrapped every so many inches of her body as she appeared to be chained to the flooring, and just when she was going to rise to her feet again Onyx looked up and heard an unfamiliar sound as the music came to a slow halt, the sound of whistling bells became louder as she watch and men built like a brick shithouse rip through the sails as he was wrapped within chain around his bulging muscles. She didn’t know if to scream or stay quiet hoping she wouldn’t get caught in any sort of crossfire.

Onyx ducked her head as she heard his boots hit the deck, she watched as the chain unwrapped and the tails of them came crashing hard on the decking where she was tucked into a huddled ball covering her head as her body vibrated from the hit, she could hear the wooden deck cracking under him as if it were ice which could not support his weight.

"You men here are all going to die, so says the Champion of the Scarlet Blooming." He yelled out to the drunken men.

Onyx lifted her head as she tried to unwrap herself from the heavy chain around her body, she couldn’t do it quick enough before men of Iron John’s crew began to yell out their drunken words, challenging the stranger that cam crashing from the sky above.

She heard him laugh as they tried to pull their weapons, as she crawled across the floor trying to escape into the captain’s quarters. Her breasts swayed under her twin heavy mounds of flesh dragging nearly to the desk with the rosiest of pink nipples a man could want, one’s the thickness of a thumb.

Onyx’s ass was up in the air as everything could easily be seen from behind, her pink winking puckered entrance to her glistening meaty nether lips; nothing was hidden as she tried to shake the chain so she could stand and run, hide…anything.

Firo's mask grinned evilly at the assembled group of crewmen and pirates, many of them in various states of undress, inebriation, or shock.

"Get Him!" was the cry that woke the mob from it's inactivity and taunting, sending perhaps two dozen able men fumbling for weapons, coming forward to attack. Time slowed, to Firo it seemed he had all the time in the world to react, to kill, to maim, he could see each man as they got up, their hands questing for their weapons, he could see women scattering; their flesh flashing as they ran for safety, and he let them go not wishing to slaughter innocents, or harm the booty. In his mind the Mask howled at his betrayal, and in the room The Mask howled it's inevitable triumph. the only sound more terrifying than that leaving his throat was the continued whistling of the spiked ball as it flew through the air crashing into a man's pelvis from ten or more feet away, the sickening crunch of shattering bone causing the man to bend double over the barbed chain, and his lashing strike tore the man open as Firo raised his arm, beginning the turns of his lethal dance whipping and turning.

His feet began to dance; their simple rhythm following the circular motion of the chain, his entire body following the swinging ball as it's momentum tore through a man's face and followed by tripping another, the cruel barbs hamstringing him, as it passed back, finally returning to Firo's hand. The pirates looked at their three fallen comrades, victims of little more than a raised and fallen hand. They panicked, hitting in their distress perhaps their best strategy. To rush the deadly chain warrior en masse, and simply overwhelm him with flesh. One more time the Mask laughed, a haunting, mocking sound as the whistles began anew. Both arms swinging heavy weighted balls along the thick lengths of barbed chain.

Firo's next movements blurred as he wove his chains through their ranks, keeping whirling links of flesh rending steel between him and hurled daggers deflecting the deadly thrown missiles out into the crowd, and following the spinning missiles with lethally precise throws of that massive ball, tripping would be assailants by crushing their ankles, or wrapping forearms and shoulders, pulling his victims close before tearing his weapon off them shredding muscles and ripping flesh from bones, making the arm and largely the man Firo assaulted; useless.

The crew of the Scarlet Blooming began to board, highly trained bowmen, hanging in the pirate vessel's rigging began to rain death upon the unprepared pleasure ship. Each volley peppering defenders and allowing Firo more freedom as men scrambled to flee from him. Soon only single pirates instead of groups were his victims, being stalked around the bar, and stage. One by one they fell warcries tore from them as their troats were crushed by thick wrapping chains full of barbs, or ripped, like thier faces crushed by a heavy weight, or stolen like the air from punctured lungs. Until finally Firo could see no one rise to his challenge, only women scared and wilted, hiding behind overturned tables looking breathlesly at the carnage he had singly wrought.

Firo's breath came heavy, the blood pervading his entire field of senses. Sticky and warm upon his skin, and dripping from his chains, the splatter of it hitting the ground audible behind his ears. The smell was cloying, and it pounded relentlessly in his ears, and through his visor he could see the speckles of it clouding his vision. Spattered across the Mask. He smiled. He must look like a ghoul. That or some other hellish beast, still ready and prepared to murder and eat every last person aboard Man Or Woman. Even her.

The beauty in her chains, dancing wrapped upon the ground when he came, fleeing from his wake. He wiped the Mask and looked for her, her who'd crawled away exposing herself during his gruesome mission. he imagined her, perfect. She was dark with perfect flowing hair, straight and shimmering. A blanket of deepest night, falling thick and long behind her to frame her features. Her eyes twin stars, burning on, into forever, her gaze full of indescribable promises. Her painted lips, lush as fresh strawberries, and a body crafted to give pleasure, and receive it in every way. Soft heavy breasts, massive as Kasaba melons, jiggling beautifully under scraps of silk. Nipples thick as his thumb and pointed in arousal. Her plump flesh and soft small middle, her curtain of hair swaying behind her, and beneath that grazed by it's feathered tips her perfectly molded buttocks. Thick and gorgeous, with flaring hips of real womanhood, dancing on legs that seemed longer than his chains. She was beautiful.

"Where are you dancer. where are you I will not hurt you. Come out." he spotted her finally as he passed the stage once more attempting at all to lose the chain that held her so she could hide. "It appears that you alreadyu have experience being tied up. it will make it easier then I think. Come with me, an i promise no harm will come to you."

Onyx stayed low, she needed to get to the captains quarters before she was noticed, her breaths were quick and deep as her almost naked body began to crawl across the deck as she could see nothing but his boots as he stood there before her. She was able to make it around him then was blocked by others as the blood shed began when the words, ‘Get him’ were hollered.

She had never dealt with anything like this, it was the first time the ship had be attacked in the time she had been on it, if others came aboard it was to join in the fun and festivities but this time was different, far different. Her head turned as she watched the crew men of the Princesa Odessa quickly get to their feet drunken or sober as they reached for their weapons, and came towards where she and the well built stranger wearing chains was standing.

He took out one by one of the crew men, either maiming them or killing them as each one came forth trying to battle the man or beast, she wasn’t sure at this point what he was, he moved like a well oiled machine, his face covered so she couldn’t even see what he looked like all she knew was she wasn’t going to get in his way. Onyx had no idea what he would want from Iron John’s vessel, there was no money, only enough to buy drink and food for the crew unless they picked up a bunch a well paying me that wanted time with the ladies.

Onyx noticed he didn’t harm the ladies, only those men who were stupid enough to step up to the plate against him. His voice carried and was loud as he let out a long lingering howl that sent a shiver through Onyx’s spine. Her nipples drug the deck as she tried to work her way around to get behind him, she could hear the whistle from his spiked ball as it went through the air, round and round till he struck something and then the whistle stopped and the blood flesh in every direction. She looked down at herself as she felt the dark crimson liquid splatter upon her bare flesh as she swallowed hard and tried not to scream to draw attention to herself.

She couldn’t but help to feel a punch to her pelvis as she looked and watched the spiked ball slam into one of the crew men of the Odessa, she wanted to throw up when she watched as he doubled over the barbed chain and the man in the mask yanked the chain back and watched as the crewman’s inner organs fell out upon the deck as the blood splattered on everyone around him and the deck just turned red as she felt the puddle ooze under her as she gagged and covered her mouth with her clean hand and made her way almost to the small partition between the main deck and the door to the captain’s quarters.

Onyx was stopped immediately in her tracks as she watched an arm come flying in her direction as the chain ripped it from the man, she turned her head as it skidded across the blood covered deck. Onyx pushed back to her knees and turned her head; the chain wrapped around her was weighing her down and wrapping her up more and more as she trembled trying to undo the heavy steel before she was next.

The deck around her bounced as the masked man moved his feet with the motion of the chain as he raised his arm up again and just whipped it round and round in a circular motion as she watched him take care of three men at a time, one by one he took them down as she heard the whistle and the screams that followed, some male and the high pitched female as they tried to get away without harm. Onyx watched as men began to retreat and other stepped forth like idiots yet she had to give them respect for trying to save Iron john’s vessel from being taken over but she knew that there was no way they could fend off this masked man drunk or sober and at this point Onyx was thinking drunken was the best, so they wouldn’t feel the pain from his weapons.

Like his own body weight when he danced back and forth whipping the ball around, when the chain hit the deck she felt the weight as it bounced her ample body up slightly in the air. Onyx tried like hell to free herself from the chain as her hands shook, she tried to pay attention to what was going on as well as messing with the chain but she couldn’t do both at one time, she couldn’t even move as she looked up and heard the loud whistling from the bal as he wielded it high above his head, and then released it with the barbed chain attached and following as she watched in fear as daggers came from no where and flew through the air at a high rate of speed and with force as they pierced the crewmen of the Odessa, her head snapped as she hear the ball hit, the sound of bones crushing and snapping as she screamed out and then slid across the deck to the wall divider as she pushed the bloody arm from her way using the chain as she whipped it across the deck as she swallowed hard again feeling her lunch begin to come up.

Hearing screams and gut curling throaty shrieks she turned her head and felt the blood splatter her whole body as boots sounded on the deck as they hit hard from above, and from the sides as the masked men’s crew came to his aide. She watched as they killed of the crew, she didn’t know who was dead and who was alive, she watched as the flesh fly from the barbed wire as it swung above the masked man’s broad shoulders as she felt a few small patched of skin and muscle land upon her as she quickly tried to flick it off.

The smell of blood and guts lingered in the air, a smell that will forever be in her head just like the scene unfolding before her. He stood there only feet away from her, his chest heaved up and fell back down quickly, she could hear each breath when the screams stopped, the heaviness from under his mask as he exhaled.

Onyx watched as he raised an arm and wiped the blood from his mask as his crew gathered what they came for as she tried to crawl to the post and pull herself up since the deck was slippery and covered in blood. She watched as he stood there, his head going back and forth as he seemed to be looking for something or someone, and she knew she didn’t wish to be around him when he found them if that was the case.

He walked around looking left and right, she watched as his crew stood there cross armed, proud men serving the great masked warrior. He stopped as she pulled herself almost fully up as she tried to shake the chains that she wore in the dance before he came upon the vessel from no where and then she heard his loud deep voice calling out.

"Where are you dancer? Where are you I will not hurt you. Come out." He shouted and then turned on his heels quickly, the bloody slick deck making it easy as he stood there starring at Onyx as he came towards her and it was then she realized he was looking for her. Her heart raced in her chest as she struggled faster to lose the chains as they wrapped and twisted around her ankle and wrist making it hard for her to walk, or run like she was wanting to.

"It appears that you already have experience being tied up. It will make it easier then I think. Come with me, and I promise no harm will come to you." He said as he stood before her, letting her eyes gaze into his, and then move over his blood splattered built form.

“P-please don’t hurt me, don’t take me….I-I promise I’ll not say a word as to who did this…” Onyx begged him as she stood there hugging the pole as the chains weighed heavy upon her body. Her eyes were wide and deep in color as she looked him in the eyes again as she begged for him to let her be and stay on the Odessa.

Onyx knew she had no choice, she scanned around the deck and looked at the bodies covering it, and none were left whole it seemed, there was blood and literally guts everywhere, his crew men stood there still as they waited for her to release the pole and go with him, go with them.

Onyx released the pole as she turned and drug the chain as she took steps towards the side of the ship that his vessel was on, she knew she had no choice, there were all of them against her, she saw what his chains could do to a person easily and she would rather go than to be sliced in half or have her brains splattered over the deck and then her organs follow. “I-I’ll go with you,” she said in a low tone, as her knees weakened and her stomach felt like it was going to come up and out her mouth if she looked over the deck again or took in a deep breath.

“I-I’ll go with you,”

There was her breaking. She would move freely, and all it took was the bare motion of his body and the soft metallic music of the chains. And suddenly he saw her, the Goddess Onyx, a creature on her knees so elevated above the rest of them. A slave of pleasure who commanded the hearts, and lusts of entire fleets. Men kept pictures of her. Even men of his crew. he had to protect her from that at least, and for that she'd be his and his alone.

Firo's mind whirled about behind is mask it's face unreadable from it's leering grin, teeth bared in a giant and impossible smile. Behind it though he was considering, of course this had been a bad idea and it still was, even if she as a prize was worth any sacrifice. But only as a personal treasure could he keep her from being the victim of the crew, a crew who had no use for pleasurable company beyond a few days, a few days where they would not be fed or given water, and likely left on a broken vessel after a few hours of torture. He'd keep her then. As his.

Firo's hands were swifter than his mind it seemed, as they lashed a short chain and hook to the heavier ornamental one she had draped over her body, a veil was used to conceal her identity as he began to march her slowly to the fore of her ruined ship, there to be taken as booty. Shocked and stunned women followed her perhaps 7 who had survived his onslaught of the stage.

"I count 26 ears, and the capture of 8. By my reckoning that's half the crew for defense, and 8 captured is the majority of the slaves. I have also secured the strongboxes and kitchens." None of this was a lie and the ease or difficulty of the task made no difference to the count. Now came the spoils and proper division. "By my marks, and The Captain's word, I will take first share of the booty, and anything in a chain."

There it was the crew as a beast roared it's disapproval over his choice. He'd be taking an entire woman for himself, and to keep, never to share, of the 10 present. Not to mention that even without her reputation Onyx's attributes even partially obscured by the thick chain she wore wrapped about herself from her dance were far beyond the gifts graced to the other women. while The captain attempted to calm the crew, Firo bristled with the anticipation of an unwelcome slaughter. No man would wish to be first but they knew their champion and unlike the unprepared masses of the Princess Odessa, they would know how to bring him down, with the loss of but a few.

"Why should we respect your demand Kyton?" that would be Orsox the champion of a previous crew, who defected to join their enterprises, and one who had ingratiated himself among the crew primarily by taunting Firo. Kyton was in his religion, a chain devil as he now understood. "Why shouldn't we also have a share of your woman? There are so many of us and so few of them, even taking one leaves us with an unequal division. Are you too good to share with your brethren?"

Firo's rage made his body shake. He wouldn't be sharing his jewel. "Of course not but I have The Captain's word, that I will not have to. Do any of you have issue with that? would you try to take from your champion's share? Less than a tenth?"

Orsox bellowed his disagreement and stalked closer. "I think you still ask too much, and for such a wonderful piece of ass. At the very least you should let us have a crack at that. After all hers or yours. Kyton." Orsox was getting far too brash and his cronies were moving in keeping it impossible to swing the chains. He thought he had all the advantages, and Firo grinned behind the mask.

"Then come take her from me. Challenge the champion, after all I'm tired now aren't I, after doing most of the work for our booty."

Orsox grinned too a wide leer at the captives, before he charged his bellow echoing from even the open seas, his deadly hand axes a blur of flashing steel as he threw the first and leaped intent on finishing with the second swing, the damage of the thrown blow. What occurred happened so fast few saw. Firo caught the deadly hatchet and dropped it before bracing and catching the flying man, the hatchet crashing from the chains on his back. His arms enfolded Orsox in a brutal hug the barbs of his chains piercing the shirtless man's broad chest. Firo fell with the impact his body bending like a reed, perfectly suplexing the larger man. Firo's legs, a flawless bend that kept him in control as Orsox flew into the deck, scattering many of his followers like ten pins. Dazed the larger man looked for his weapons, when Firo ground down upon his hand crushing many of the small bones.

"Anyone else then?" It was only through such fear inspiring acts that Firo kept his position, much as he occasionally enjoyed his power. "Then I will be in my quarters." Taking Onyx by the hand he led her to his room and once there attached a collar to her neck which he bolted to the ship beam at the head of his bed. "Take off your chain. Let me look at you, then tell me who you are." His tone was cold and without much emotion he expected such a simple command to be carried out and swiftly.

Onyx looked to him, she studied his mask trying to find a way to peek behind it but there wasn't a place where she could, not even when he turned his head could see see a glimmer of what his actual face looked like. She heard stories of a masked man pillaging ships that said the seas, taking from them what he and his crew wished and leaving behind nothing but a blood bath.

She shook her body like a wet dog would to release the excess water upon it fur, only with her it was blood and bits and pieces of flesh from slain men, the same men she had bedded many a times, the same ones she had called friends and lovers for the past couple years.

Before Onyx even saw his hands move she heard her chains slightly rattle as another chain latched on to hers securing her as his, making her a true prisoner to him and his crew. A vein was placed over her face from right below her eyes down to her chin as it hid over half her face as he began to march her towards the for of Iron John’s ship. She looked around and choked back the tears seeing those she knew slaughters in such gruesome ways, ways that she couldn’t believe.

Her stomach turned and she quickly turned her head and lifted it trying not to look around her at the body pieces that lay in pools of fresh blood. Behind her he gathered the women that were spared, they followed her quietly and willingly as they like her feared they could be next if they didn’t comply.

"I count 26 ears, and the capture of 8. By my reckoning that's half the crew for defense, and 8 captured is the majority of the slaves. I have also secured the strongboxes and kitchens. By my marks, and The Captain's word, I will take first share of the booty, and anything in a chain." The man behind the mask shouted out to his crew. His voice was rough, deep and commanding. She could see why men feared him and how stories were told about the masked man, and legends made.

His crew was up in arms as he spoke telling them of his demands; Onyx stepped away from him as they began to get rowdy and loud. "Why should we respect your demand Kyton?" "Why shouldn't we also have a share of your woman? There are so many of us and so few of them, even taking one leave us with an unequal division. Are you too good to share with your brethren?" One of his crew shouted out to him, as he stepped forth before the rest waiting for an answer from the masked man.

Onyx knew this wasn’t going to turn out good, she watched the veins pop out in the next of her masked captor, she could see how the blood boiled within his veins as each one held a pulse of its own. Taking in a deep breath she motioned to the other females from the Odessa to step back from him and give him room. They nodded and took her advice as they huddled together to the right of onyx and stayed quiet as they seemed to gather tightly forming a human ball of sorts.

"Of course not but I have The Captain's word, that I will not have to. Do any of you have issue with that? Would you try to take from your champion's share? Less than a tenth?" He yelled out in a dark harsh demanding voice.

"I think you still ask too much, and for such a wonderful piece of ass. At the very least you should let us have a crack at that after all hers or yours. Kyton." It was when Orsox yelled that back that she realized what this was all about, it was about her, she was the reason his crew was giving him this unnecessary grief. Onyx didn’t wish to be the cause of another blood bath among this man and his crew, she knew that it would only fester as time went on and his crew would possibly mutiny against him when he least expected it.

As the men of the crew moved around Firo Onyx and the females moved back further to stay out of the way incase it turned into something like what had just happened and so that she and the girls were out of arms reach. Onyx didn’t put it past any of his crew to grab her or the ladies and yank then from behind the man in the mask.

"Then come take her from me. Challenge the champion, after all I'm tired now aren't I, after doing most of the work for our booty." He yelled to the men of his crew as Onyx grabbed the closest female and pulled the bunch back further giving him the room he needed behind him.

Onyx watched as Orsox charged forth wielding his heavy axe as he lifted it with both fists at the base of the handle and rose it above his head as she moved forth with heavy steps as they sounded upon the deck, almost echoing as she wanted to close her eyes and not watch what was about to happen yet couldn’t turn her head away.

Everything happened so fast that she couldn’t even tell what happened until she saw his bulked up muscular arms wrapped around Orsox just squeezing him tightly like a snake would its prey. Blood squirted out and oozed from the piercing barbs that dug within his flesh as he was tossed hard to the deck, and as he went to grab his axe Onyx heard the sounds of bones being crushed as his fist moved like a jackhammer and slammed into his body. A shiver went through her body as the sound could be heard over and over within her head.

"Anyone else then?" The masked captain shouted out looking over his crew as none spoke up as they stood there looking from one man to the other in silence. None dared to be next and challenge the rippling cut man. "Then I will be in my quarters." He yelled to them as she felt him reach back and grab her hand with his and lead her to his stateroom.

Once in the privacy of his cabin Onyx felt the collar surround her neck as she turned and looked to the small amount of chain from the ring attached to the collar to the ships beam where the chain was bolted to it at the head of his bed.

"Take off your chain. Let me look at you, then tell me who you are." He demanded in a very cold way.

Onyx began to unravel the chain from around her as she was still slightly in shock of the events that had taken place since she was dancing on the Odessa to being collared and chained to his bed. The chain fell to the floor with a cold steel sound and pooled at her feet as she looked to him.

“My name is Onyx,” she said to him as his eyes moved over her. “Why do you collar and chain me, there is nowhere to run. Onyx asked him.

Why? Her question amused him to no end as he slowly unwrapped the chain from his body beginning with his arms. He was glad for the mask as he winced whenever a barb pulled at his flesh leaving a fresh spot of blood, a single bubble across his flesh. "Onyx. You are beautiful, more so than the gemstone you take your name form. You're chained because it pleases me to chain you. Because I wish you to know, that I own you now." He winced at his own words as well. She was chained to his bed for more than that reason, she was chained because otherwise he could not keep the crew from her lush form. They'd overwhelm him for her flesh. Women as she had wars fought over her.

His body slowly became revealed to her eyes as the chain pooled off him taking the cloth with it, lowering to the floor with ringing noise. His gauntlets, mask and britches finally the only clothing he wore. Thick muscle on a lean frame, his body whipcord ready, against a tall and thinner skeleton. White lines ran across his legs, chest, and arms. An endless game of chase the tail, in zigzags and crosses. "Does my body scare you little one? Is it lovely in your sight? Or am I a monster on a killing ground?"

The gauntlets still held a patina of blood across them, and with care he sat letting the newer wounds stretch, He watched her then. Cleaning his gauntlets, oiling and working his chains. "How long were you on the Princess Odessa?" His question came out in a soft touch, though he didn't leave time for an answer. "I would have remembered you, I would have made it a point to remember you." Firo stood watching her eyes, curious, could she see his? Here eyes seemed to spark, like she was appraising his body every bit as much as he was hers. It... unnerved him.

"Are you hungry?" The way he paused finally made it easy to know he was actually waiting for an answer. "There will still be fresh food from your ship. While we still have it are you hungry?"

Onyx lowered her head as she felt the collar around her neck and the weight of the chain attached to it. A sigh released from her lips as she lowered her eyes and closed them as she once again hoped that when her eyes opened it would have been all a bad dream and she’d be back on the Odessa with iron john and the crew she had grown to love as family in the oddest of ways.


"Onyx, you are beautiful, more so than the gemstone you take your name form. You're chained because it pleases me to chain you. Because I wish you to know, that I own you now."

He said to her as she lifted her head and watched as he began to unwrap himself from his chains as she wrinkled her nose and her eyes focused intently upon him as he did. To Onyx it looked painful but it didn’t seem to bother him, then again she couldn’t see his facial expression or his eyes. She seen the barbs pull at his flesh as they were peeled from his arms, small droplets of blood appeared where each one was pressed within his skin. Onyx wondered why another would wear such things, and sighed softly as if she could feel the man’s pain.

Onyx was surprised by his words, the compliment he paid to her. She had never been owned in her life, she had always been a playful sexual free spirited female always letting the wind take her wherever she wanted to go. Onyx always hated to feel like a caged bird, that was one of the reasons she had left her past behind and moved on in the darkness of the night finding a home on the Odessa which carried her to places she’d only dreamed of seeing and those dreams were made reality by Captain Iron John.

“Thank you for the compliment your words make this one blush. The chain isn’t necessary…where would I go? There is nothing but ocean around us, I could jump in and be eaten alive by creatures within it or to be taken by a wave and drown…those don’t seem like the best of choices when I could be here on your ship.”

Onyx tugged at the collar around her neck, her long fingers tucked within it as she yanked it, “I’ve never been owned before I’m not property. Why would you want one that doesn’t wish to be here with you?” Onyx wasn’t exactly saying she didn’t wish to be there, she knew one day a change would take place and lead her away from the Odessa but she never imagined it would happen by blood bath. There was something about the man in the mask that drew her attention, maybe it was the unknown, the fear she wasn’t exactly sure but she knew she would figure it out eventually. “I wasn’t saying I didn’t want to be here with you…I’m just saying I don’t think it’s necessary to cage me like a bird.”

His chains piled to the floor with at first a thud and then a steel clinking sound as they began to pile up. Her eyes looked over his body as he allowed more of it to be seen. He had one of the broadest chests Onyx had ever seen, his arms when flexed were humungous, she could tell he had been carrying those heavy chains for a very long time, his hands worn and calloused and his body covered in white lines that started and ended in no place unparticular.

"Does my body scare you little one? Is it lovely in your sight? Or am I a monster on a killing ground?" He asked her as her eyes slowly lifted up along his form meeting those she can’t see behind his mask.

Onyx’s voice wasn’t loud despite her ample size; it was soft and soothing as she spoke. She didn’t speak like one that hung with a crew of perverse dirty males, it was much different. He called her ‘little one’ which made her smile, “no your body doesn’t scare me at all, very pleasing to the eye of a woman who admires a build such as you have. I find your body appealing, as for being a monster I don’t see you that way, I may not agree with things you do, but I will not judge you for I don’t wish to be judged.”

Onyx removed the top portion of her sheer dance outfit, she undid the chains from the cloth and placed it to her lips as she used her warm spit to moisten it and then reached out and moved it over one of the open wounds upon his arm that she was able to reach, she started with the one and moved to another cleaning the blood and dirt from around then the best she could as she answered his questions.

Her eyes glanced to his hands as he cleaned the blood from the gauntlets and oiled his chain. "How long were you on the Princess Odessa? I would have remembered you; I would have made it a point to remember you." He asked as she backed away holding the dirty bloody cloth within her fingers.

Onyx settled there upon the floor aside his bed on her knees, her hands rested before her covering the exposed ‘V’ where her upper thighs met. The small sheer fabric square didn’t do anything for hiding what she had, that was a mere decoration if anything to tease the crew when she danced. “I have called the Odessa home for a bit over two years. Perhaps I wasn’t on the Odessa when you were or maybe I wasn’t as desirable then as I am now.”

He stood looking down to her as she looked back at him, she held the stare trying to see his eyes behind the mark, Onyx didn’t know how to take him, part feared and then other part admired, an odd combination. "Are you hungry? There will still be fresh food from your ship. While we still have it are you hungry?"

Onyx nodded her head; she couldn’t remember when she last ate. She slept in through the breakfast meal on the Odessa and from there she woke and got ready to entertain the crew. “Yes I am” she responded. “Thank you for asking.” One thing Onyx tried not to be was rude, she wasn’t raised that way and no matter if she danced or spread her legs for a living she remembered where she came from.

Each question pulled at him like the barbs as he removed them, her simple questions, so intelligent, so quick, such a woman. Little by little Firo began to think that perhaps this one would not be owned. But he would still try. and regardless she would stay chained here, as much for her own protection s his, sharing her with the crew would mar her almost instantly, some of his ship mates had foul ideas of what a woman was for; and out among the crew not even he could keep her safe constantly.

She moved and Firo readied, since he was close enough for her to reach, he doubted that the soft looking woman could do much to injure him even should she have found some misplaced weapon, and damn his foolishness if she had, or if she had hidden one, and then damn his foolishness for not searching a nude woman more thoroughly. But her hands merely removed the swatches covering her breasts, little more than artfully placed silk designed to arouse further attention, still when removed they bared her breasts fully. Each thick pink unblemished nipple proudly adorning breasts that it would take both hands to cover. The silken swatches, so expensive came to her mouth and left with spittle as she knelt before him, so tantalizingly close; and she began to clean the fresh wounds along his arms. His body pleased her then. With it's myriad marks, lines and holes, thin silver lines crisscrossing his arms, and the maze of spots that ran his chest, each a reminder of the weapon he chose to master, oh so long ago, in the dark.

Her hair reminded him of that time, the ebon curtain falling over her dark skin, black on black, light a banished thing save the occasional reflection on polished chain, from a weak lantern. Her touch was soothing, a warming thing, disarming in it's way. Did she wish to stay? and why would he want someone who didn't. So valuable a question each one meeting his with a renewed ferocity. Her eyes looked at him, and he looked back. His composure cracked and behind the mask it would not tell but his question for food was uncharacteristic. Still he was hungry as well. With her answer he vanished. "Your welcome." he managed before closing the door.

More of the crew balked as he took salted pork, and fresh fruits. Peaches. Apple, Strawberries ripe full and juicy. Sensual oils from the bay as well were in abundance and many of the crew had already fallen to a rutting with two of the girls. Soon the entire crew would be atop them. And the ship would be moored for a fortnight. It was always the way, and foolish, they were but a few hours sail away from the ghost of the Princess Odessa. He closed his eyes and shook his head, there would be more blood over this yet, there would always be more blood.

At his door he steeled himself, like any woman before she was there to give him what he wanted, why should her beauty make any difference? he entered his voice hardening. "I brought fruit. And fresh water from the stores. Save enough to wash, I want you clean before you rest in my bed. I also want you naked. From now on the only clothing you'll wear will be the garments I give you." His hand offered a peach, ripe and thick with juices. How he'd love to see them dribble down her chin. His mind made up now, she would serve him tonight. If the crew was busy so would he be. He knelt by a locked chest, producing candles from it. Candles that would ward away insects and leave an arousing scent in the air. Chains followed them, to be hung, and to hang her by them. However she may have spread her legs before; she was his now. And he would take no time before he introduced her to that meaning. "And when you bathe I wish to watch you, so you can show me everything you have for me." He'd bathe too, so to prevent disease. It lingered in the corner of his mind that he'd want this woman forever, dancing in the chains.

"Your welcome" He said to her as he got up and walked to the door turning around speaking then closing it behind him leaving her alone and chained like a wild animal.

She tugged at the collar but nothing happened, she tried to see how far she could reach and realized it wasn’t very far at all. She could hear the crew out side on the deck hooting and hollering though she couldn’t make out anything that was said by them.

Onyx settled back upon the wooden decking of the boat as she looked around his room, she rested her chin upon her knees and wrapped her arms around her legs and closed her eyes. The day had been an eventful one so far and a very tiring emotional one; she could use a bath and sleep at that point.

She closed her eyes and everything played back again and again through her mind from the first bit of blood shed before her to the arm she grabbed trying to crawl away to the pieces of flesh and the organs that were before her when everything was said and done. She wanted to morn her ‘family’ but she knew that would never be allowed to happen while she was on that ship, that was something to be saved for the day she walks back off it and on to dry dock, and then and only then will she shed a tear for iron John and the crew.

The door began to open as she lifted her eyes her head following as her chin rested upon her knees once more, her breasts hidden a bit behind her knees as she looked to him as she entered his cabin again. "I brought fruit and fresh water from the stores. Save enough to wash, I want you clean before you rest in my bed. I also want you naked. From now on the only clothing you'll wear will be the garments I give you."

Onyx nodded her head in a yes fashion in reply to his demands, “as you wish” was all she said before her soft full lips parted and she took the offering of the soft fuzzy fruit from him and placed it to her lips and bit into it feeling the sweet juices just pour from the peach and down her chin. It continued to run till she felt it between her large breasts.

Each bite from that one on, she licked the fruit and her lips to stop the mess form happening again, the stickiness would be a pain to clean up since she only had so much clean water to use. Onyx watched as he knelt by a locker, she was curious as to what he was getting but perhaps maybe it was best she didn’t know on the other hand.

He turned and she could see the candles, he laced and lit them as the aroma could quickly be smelt lingering about. She watched as she heard the chains follow as she finished the peach and watched curiously knowing that those were probably for her in some way shape or form… "And when you bathe I wish to watch you, so you can show me everything you have for me."
She reached and took an orange; she peeled the rind from it and began to eat the sweet succulent fruit sections. Each tasted like a slice of heaven, she was hungry, she usually ate after she preformed for the men and never even gotten a chance that day. His voice was a bit rough and demanding but Onyx didn’t let it bother her, she licked her lips of the juice from the orange slice and nodded her head.

“I shall do as you desire….you won’t get an argument from me.” Her voice was surprisingly soft when she spoke, she looked directly to him no longer wondering what his face looked like, she figured if she wasn’t meant to see what he looked like then so be it, if not, there wasn’t much she could do about it.

Looking to him she figured she could save a bit of fruit for later if he didn’t take it away or feast upon it all, “where shall I bathe?” she asked as she really didn’t wish to eat anything more at that time.

Each movement told him it was subservience that made her speak to him that way. That she was bowing her head and letting his will wash over her, one chain to the next. He was simply another trick, or another employer. Albeit one who paid in the lack of steel rather than the clink of gold. Sticky juices from the peach glistened on the valley of her cleavage, glittered on her decolletage. involuntarily he felt himself stiffen as he looked at her, wanting her more at this moment than any before.

“Where shall I bathe?”

"You'll bathe here." His answer was immediate, and too quick, the gravel of his voice falling before it resumed it's grating tone. "In my quarters where I can watch you. There is enough room upon the bed for you to wash, or at my dresser facing the mirror on the other end." The words flowed freely, orders he once again expected her to follow. "If you're done eating you can begin, and I'll watch."

He took the platter from her and placed it in the floor box, lifting the paneling to expose the cooled box that would keep the fruit fresh for a little while. They'd both need sustenance before the night was through. He envisioned her now, dancing in his chains, suspended from his ceiling, writhing in ecstasy while he teased her, while his mouth roamed her flesh, and she called his name. A prize before all others, queen of whores. Onyx. And she was his.

"Stand." He removed her collar and let her walk getting the room in her mind. "Familiarize yourself with these walls. For now they will be your only home." Firo couldn't help but stare at her bottom. Now that he had time and ability to admire it, he could see how perfectly plump it was. Gorgeous rounded orbs, and when she moved he could swear they called they created the shape of a heart. Powerful muscles clenched in her thighs, and he could see their subtle interplay, while she walked. The legs of a dancer, wrapped about his waist, pulling him closer, calling his name. Visions assaulted him sweetly, of all the pleasures she could give him, and with closed eyes he reached to touch her. His arms wrapping her small body lifting the flesh of her breasts up. So heavy, so full, such perfect fruits, firm and yet yielding to his touch as he squeezed them, appraisingly. Better than any melon.

"Your flesh is pleasing to me." He swallowed. "Go now and wash, this is the mirror." He moved away, his steps practiced leaving no noise despite the creak of the wood, his feet careful in their swift and sure movements. With no small note of irony he reflected that it was he who brought sponge and water to her. Letting it sit atop his dresser he dropped the sponge in the water for her, and once more came close to her, close enough that he could smell everything on her, even through the blood she still wore. he whispered to her, low and meaningfully "I know I shall get no arguments from you, but in time perhaps you'll learn to enjoy it that way."

Quickly he answered her back; there wasn’t even a minute between her question and his answer. “You'll bathe here in my quarters where I can watch you. There is enough room upon the bed for you to wash, or at my dresser facing the mirror on the other end. If you're done eating you can begin, and I'll watch."

She gave him the same answer again, “as you wish…” Onyx wasn’t abut to give him a fight she could use a bath but she would have prefer one where she could sit in and wash but this would do for now beggars can’t be choosy and she wasn’t about to go a round with him not after what she seen him do on the ship previously before bringing her aboard his own. She was grateful that he fed her and even took her under his wing, her emotions were in a world of confusion as the blood bath played again and again in her mind and she could hear the tone of voice in his men and knew this wasn’t going to be a good thing with him keeping her all to himself.

Onyx watched as he got up and came over towards her. With the flickering flames of the candles his shadow caste over her body against the wooden side of the ship behind her showing his muscular form making him look larger than life, not that he wasn’t compared to him but it doubled his size. Onyx admired his form, what woman wouldn’t, she couldn’t tell if he was handsome or not but she noticed every rippling muscle on his body that was in clear view. He was very intimidating and that was another thing that she was finding attractive about him.

He reached and took the platter from her, he didn’t rip it from her hands as she thought would be the case but he took it like a gentleman causing her to look to him and offer a slight smile and then turned her head and watched as it was placed in a cooling box which she gathered he would save for himself, her or both for later. Her eyes fell to his as he turned his head and upper body back around and gave a single word command, “stand and familiarize your self with these walls. For now they will be your only home." Was all he said and she didn’t hesitate to do so.

Onyx moved about until she had a firm footing and pushed herself up and stood before him. Her eyes dropped as she looked over his chest, she looked over the marks upon his flesh and then raised them back to his again and whispered out, “Yes Sir…”

She knew than that she was to only serve him and his needs. For there was never a time that she could recall that a captain of a vessel ever allowed any men to take a woman into the privacy of their own personal quarters, when the captain was done with a whore he took her out and gave her to the next in line, and she went with him to wherever but it was never back to the captain’s quarters. It gave her a sense of relief to know she’d not be passed about at least for now but knew in time trouble would brew again over it and a black cloud would rain down upon them and shower then with darkness as it had earlier when the men felt the envy of their captain and his new prize possession.

His eyes moved along her form as she rose and stood there before him, it wasn’t the first time Onyx felt the starring of a man on her ample body by far, but he had a way of making her cheeks flush a light red in color as she dropped her eyes from his. With the weighted collar removed she was able to move about the cabin and stretch her legs and she took mental notes of things in her head that were sitting around just getting to know those little things about him. Onyx was far from dumb, she was a very intelligent woman and a woman of means, just because she shook her body and laid on her back with her legs in the air didn’t mean she was stupid which most ended up finding out eventually when they actually spoke to her person to person and not person to whore.

Turning she headed towards him again and without warning his large muscular arms and hands shot out before him as he wrapped her up within them holding her close against his own form. His hands moved under her weighted melons and lifted them as she closed her eyes half way and bit her bottom lip. She felt no fear from him at that moment she felt a lust as he squeezed her breasts feeling his fingertips and thumbs digging into her flesh. "Your flesh is pleasing to me. Go now and wash, this is the mirror." He said to her as his hands pulled back and her tits bounced upon her chest.

She turned partially and watched as he brought her the basin and the sponge placing them down and watching as the water splashed out lightly as the sponge hit the top surface of the water. He stood there towering her smaller frame as she didn’t move as Onyx felt his hot breath along the side of her neck and her ear as his voice was deep and yet whispery as he spoke to her "I know I shall get no arguments from you, but in time perhaps you'll learn to enjoy it that way."

What he didn’t know was that she did like the struggle, she liked the rough aggressiveness with the sex but for now she decided it was best to leave that come out on its own in due time as it seemed she wasn’t going any where soon. When he stepped aside she looked into the mirror and caught a glance at herself and wrinkled her nose wondering how he could find her attractive and desirable looking as she did.

Onyx stepped from his shadow and removed the scraps of clothing that were left dangling from her body and placed them aside knowing she’d not need those again as he had something picked for her to wear from how he spoke earlier which she didn’t mind. She pushed the sponge down into the water and lathered it up with the homemade bar soap and began to wash her face dropping her head back as she moved to her neck feeling the water race down over her breasts and down within her cleavage. As she slowly washed herself she began to hum softly and her body moved to the soft tune as she began to forget where she was as she washed.

Her hips swayed left, right and her body flowed as she continued to lather her flesh up. Her head rolled upon her shoulders as she moved the sponge over her breasts feeling it move over her stiff nipples as she carefully took her nipples between her fingertip and thumb and lifted her breast causing her to suck in a breath and when she released it her heavy tit fell upon her chest with a waving motion as it moved about.

Onyx moved about her body soaping it up and then cleaning the lather from her skin, it was a form of dance as she performed for her ‘owner’ as he watched her body move. Her hand dunked the sponge within the water and then she rung it out lathering it up as she caressed her muscular legs wiping them free of blood as she did the rest of her. She waited till last as she looked in the mirror and made eye contact with him again and parted her feet as she moved the sponge between her thighs and began to wash her slit, her fingers rubbing her clit as she pursed her full lips closed as her nails raked the fleshy nub as it peeked from the hood.

Her eyes held to his as she washed between her thighs, letting him get a clear view from behind as her fingers moved along her slightly swollen nether lips, her head dropped to the side as she gasped and then rinsed the sponge out and cleaned away the soap in the slightly red water. Onyx soaked the sponge and rung it out again and ran it through her hair making sure the blood within it was washed away not wanting to soil his bedding in any way as for she was to share his bed with him and didn’t wish to start off on a bad note. When she was done she rung the sponge out one last time and turned looking to him and stood there as if she was waiting to be inspected.


(O.O.C. ready again whenever you are CT )

Each movement she seemed to make was a performance in itself. Her small dainty steps even the way she looked upon herself, as if with a lovers eyes. It caught his breath, as if she was a witch that could steal it from his lungs. What a rare treasure he'd captured. His body couldn't relax though. And he stood watching her bathe, looming like some shade. She was so frail, and so powerful.

Her lips parted as the blood washed off her, a sticky fluid of life washed away. She'd worn it long enough. Nysio would be pleased, such offerings such as the last battle were few but theys erved his god well. Fluids of life Nysio demanded, Blood, Semen, Sweat, and Tears. Freely given or foricibly taken, for few parted with thier blood eagerly. And from her many mroe offerings. How many had thought of her writhign in passion or spent themselves watching her dance? The idle thoughts could not take his attention from her though as each rough slash of the sponge cleaned her skin of another swath reddening the waters. Her breasts lifted and a tune came from her parted lips. Barely a hum but enough to fill the tiny space with her song. She danced. Cleaning the blood and gore from herself she danced her hips swaying back and forth as the sponge worked. It echoed as her breath sucked in when she pinched her nipple taking a dried crust from it. They stood then, almost consuming his gaze, as if they would stand and demand fealty. Another soft catch of her breath came and she continued.

Her sponge dripped lower and her eyes caught his. She was watching him, as he watched her. It's effect was instant, he'd not stand now and display the arousal she caused. It's power over him as she cleaned herself, Eyes locked to each other as she slowly dragged the sponge across her heated garden, he fingers playing in there dragging across the furrow of her nether lips coaxing her pearl to it's surface. Each motion each pleasurable gasp punctuating the air, affecting him anew. Under the cloth binding he could feel himself stir the head of his penis emerging from the sheath of foreskin, it's insistence to be let free, as it pushed between his thigh and the cloth. "Have you finished little one?" His question hung as thuickly in the air as did the scent of the candles. "Then come and clean me as well, Battle makes my limbs weary and my body sweat, And there is precious little to waste cleaning sheets."

His legs splayed to let her kneel in front of him and he let a single pillow drop between them, a courtesy so she would feel more comfortable. "Take your place and come to your duty, and tell me of your dances. I watched as you moved, even while you washed and I can tell that you have far more grace than most brothel sluts. Each small motion there was a show to give me the pleasure, each space and each press, each grunted thrust of your hips, the soft teasings of your fingers are all aligned. So different from a rent girl, or afflicted woman. Who taught you to dance?"

"Have you finished little one? Then come and clean me as well, Battle makes my limbs weary and my body sweat, and there is precious little to waste cleaning sheets." He asked her, it really didn’t seem like a question but more so telling her if it wasn’t she was to finish and fast for it was his turn.

“Yes Sir” she answered as she took the basin and sponge closer to him, walking slowly as the vessel moved across the high seas. It was a motion she was familiar with all to well so it didn’t bother her any as she lowered her eyes and stopped close to him. Onyx watched as his legs spread, he dropped a small pillow to the floor and she offered a smile at his thoughtfulness to her and generosity, she may have been his prisoner but she wasn’t going to leave no good deed not unnoticed.

Her body fully naked as she bent forth, placing the basin down as her large breasts swayed under her from her chest, she moved and stood between his muscular thighs and noticed his state of arousal from just watching her bathe herself and situated her self without disturbing his erect member before her that lifted the cloth that still semi covered him.

Reaching up she pulled back her long dark hair and left it rest upon her back as she listened to him speak, he rambled on as she tried to take it all in. her hands rose as she took the end of the loin betwixt her fingertips and pushed it back exposing him.

Bending over she reached for the sponge and rung it out and began at his neck and shoulders cleaning him of blood and sweat, slowly she moved, her eyes catching every bit of his defined muscular body as she breathed slowly. Onyx took her place like told, not yet kneeling till she had got his upper body. She washed him in silence at first, she made sure she moved around him with the sponge front and back then once satisfied she then knelt down and looked up to him with big eyes.

“For five years or more I have watched some of the most beautiful gracious dancers move and mocked them when I was alone, teaching myself how to move as they did…” she started as she moved along his right thigh, down his leg to his foot. She watched her hand move over every inch of his flesh and dipped the sponge in the water and then rung it out and continued.

“I’ve seen dances and girls move those you call brothel sluts, I’ve watched girls on the street dancing for money…and when I felt I was good enough I danced with them and got better and better…” she said as she moved to the other leg and started at the thigh working her way down. “Was told I had grace and control of every bit of my body which made me a good dancer…”

Dunking the sponge back in the basin she rung it out and continued to speak as she picked his dangling sac up from between his thighs and cleaned it, massaged it slowly and gently…”I took to dancing at places near the ports wanting to get on a boat…and when iron john took to me and was kind… I stowed away on his ship and was since then that I was with him till…well till you came aboard.”

Part of that was true the rest was false like every tale she pretty much told of her life to anyone that asked. Onyx closed the door on her past many years ago, not wanting to talk about it making stories up as she went. Iron john and his crew accepted her, and she loved them like family. Onyx sighed and moved to his cock, she dunked the sponge, rung it out and began to clean him as her fingers curled around him yanking him, stroking him as she did till she was finished and then leaned back and placed the sponge in the basin, feeling her heel dig into her ample bottom and looked tom him.

Water touched him, sluicing down the muscles of his body. Pooling about the hollows in his collarbones falling over the peaks of his pectoral. He rambled. The first toss of her hair, as she placed herself in front of him. It was a position of power, on her knees attending her seated god. And it was all so different from before. The touch of her hand holding the sponge the soft scrubbing motions even the water each took a new sensation as she went over him. She was truly devoted to serving his needs. Not frightened, Not crying. Even as she exposed him the same look of calmness, of serene joy never left her face. Other women had never managed this last test. To kneel before him and clean him, none had passed, all had crumbled as they gazed upon the root of his manhood, and begun to cry. And then he had taken them. Pouncing upon them as they wailed. Taken his fill of their charms and then left them for the crew. She was so different. And even the water felt different because of it.

Then breaking his reverie, his cock twitched.

It was a betraying action and not one he'd allowed before. Impatiently waiting for his touch it had lurched for her. Attempted to touch her before she came to him, while he sat in admiration for her will, and her calm. It was such a damning thing. He had to establish control. No matter how she may affect him no matter how much he desired to use the sweat and water of their bodies to thrust between the valley of her breasts, he resisted, and slowly he forced his shaft like every other muscle of his to obey. Perfectly still he looked down to her face, and saw her staring back. Big perfect rounded eyes gazing back at him. He felt lost, when he looked at them. She resumed washing him and began to speak. He'd asked her a question. Somewhere he had, and her answer came, capturing his attention as she washed the smooth sculpted muscle of his thighs and calves, worked down the powerful instruments that propelled him into the murderous dances, the very thing she spoke of. That which they had in common. She could have learned those, instead of hers, it was obvious the songs of blood, flowed through her as well. Nysio would be so proud of this little acolyte, she make high priestess in a year, and the liquids of life spilled in her name could fill an ocean.

He felt them boil as she took him in hand, twisting and squeezing as she cleaned him. His will hardened and even though her touch sparked pleasures he'd previously never felt he held firm his muscles obeying him. When she had finally finished, he took a moment to breathe. Center himself, and then to look at her. For once the mask felt truly foreign to him. Not a piece of himself that he used to inspire fear, and command respect, it was something that interfered with him being naked. Cool steel touched his fingers as he tried to touch his lips. The stylized and jagged teeth rough under his fingers. His eyes opened and she was still watching him. His hands went to hers pulling her up to stand in front of him, and then he was behind her. Hands on her hips whispering in her ear.

"You are aware of how I moved, aren't you." His breath exhaled through the tiny slit across his teeth hot against her ear. "And you are aware that I know you must have been trained in some manner other than watching. Perhaps not as I was, But you must have been trained to dance like this. You didn't simply watch. There is more to you than appears." His body moved behind hers, hardness pressing into her back as he led her, Fast steps through the small floor space, inward turns that he pushed her through, and long sweeping arcs where his leg followed hers. "You dance like a palace trained Courtesan, or royalty, Not like one who watched addicts in the street. It makes you special and so your treatment must be as well."

Behind his mask he smiled, a strange thing as he guided her to the bed. His hands ran the course of her body up and over each supple curve and each tender piece of flesh. Skillfully he dropped her atop his bed and clipped the single iron collar around her neck. Fur lining made it soft and a support at her shoulder carefully constructed made sure she could not go limp or attempt to choke herself by hanging against it. With soft furs he guarded and wrapped her wrists and calves, partly for comfort and also because he didn't wish to stop the flow of her blood when she was cuffed. Chains wrapped her arms and legs until she was spread dangling over his bed. her arms and legs wide the pressure of her body being held by the roof beams.

"I'd not remove my limbs from those. You wouldn't make it out of the neck harness and it would hang you. I'd hate to lose such a treasure as you to such a simple error. So if you know any escape tricks now is not the time." His voice held a an almost friendly tone, though it was far from joking. "Now we come to the part I enjoy most, where you really learn what it means to be property of a master of chains.

Onyx felt her captor harden even more as she cleaned him, her small hands gripping his thick long meat as she ran the sponge along his length. She tried not to let him effect her but Onyx slightly struggled here, not only was she a dancer but she was a pleaser to men on the high seas, it was part of her nature to do more, to want more but this wasn’t the same, this was different.

Her eyes looked to him once she was done and knelt there before the muscular man that wielded the chains that wiped iron john out and his crew, her family. Part of her ached for them, the other part felt a spark for the man that did it, she felt as if she were betraying John for everything he had done for her and yet, she couldn’t help it. Onyx was seeing a side to a man that could kill her easily, could snap her ample body in two and yet she no longer feared him, she could see his eyes, his lips but nothing else as the mask kept it hidden.

She watched his large hand rise up and touch the steel, his thick fingertips moved across his lips as she knelt there before him silently. Her story told, she wasn’t sure if he bought it or not but that was all she had to say, her life wasn’t of importance to anyone, not even her. His eyes were closed as she wondered what he was thinking, she had fear he would abuse her, use her and toss her to his men that waited for him to share her, Onyx had no real idea what this man behind the mask has in store for her.

When his eyes opened he looked to her, there was something within them that caused her not to fear him as others have and did. She watched the respect men had for him as well as the fear and she could understand and she saw first hand why. He took her hands in his and helped her to her feet, he didn’t yank her up like she half expected but he helped her and Onyx stood there as he released her hands and he got behind her, his big hands on her sample hips as she closed her eyes feeling his hot breath upon her neck and ear listening to him speak.

"You are aware of how I moved, aren't you." He said as she nodded in a yes fashion keeping quiet as she closed her eyes and felt a little weak in the knees just from the sound of his voice.

"And you are aware that I know you must have been trained in some manner other than watching. Perhaps not as I was, but you must have been trained to dance like this. You didn't simply watch. There is more to you than appears." His voice sent a shiver down her spine as she felt his broad chest against her back, her nipples hardened and Onyx knew she needed to think before she spoke as he wasn’t a stupid man. Her chest rose high with each breath, her breasts had a slight jiggle when she exhaled and they ‘dropped’

"You dance like a palace trained Courtesan, or royalty, not like one who watched addicts in the street. It makes you special and so your treatment must be as well." He said to her as she swallowed hard and he moved her towards the bed, his hardness felt against her from behind as she bit her bottom lip. Onyx just wanted him to drop it; she didn’t wish to remember her past. The steel mask was felt against her warm flesh sending a chill down her as she slightly arched her back pushing her breasts outwards feeling her erect rosy nubs tingle.

Onyx felt his hands, worn and calloused the skin rough against her tender flesh as she sucked in a breath when they moved along her sides causing her to take in a deep breath and slowly release it. Part of her wanting him to make that move, she had heard the stories, and the other half just not sure what she wanted from him but she soon found out she really didn’t have a choice in the matter when he placed her on the bed and put the steel collar back around her neck again.

The inside fur was soft against her flesh, she swallowed and still onyx waited for what was next. Everything was coming together now, she was his prisoner and he made sure she knew it as the cuffs surrounded her wrists and ankles, the soft fur making it comfortable as she got used to the neck harness. The harness was new to her, she felt like she was choking even though she wasn’t; she gasped a few breaths and then felt the coldness of the chains wrap her arms and legs as she was then suspended over the bed.

Onyx lifted her eyes looking above and knew if the crew decided to take over and mutiny broke out she was in trouble, she was stuck there to die or worse be used by each man one after another and that thought wasn’t sitting with her well. "I'd not remove my limbs from those. You wouldn't make it out of the neck harness and it would hang you. I'd hate to lose such a treasure as you to such a simple error. So if you know any escape tricks now is not the time." Onyx heard him say, his voice seemed to have changed, he was like almost another person, and he seemed soft spoken when he talked to her…genuinely being nice to her. "Now we come to the part I enjoy most, where you really learn what it means to be property of a master of chains.”

With that said she was unsure of what was to come, this wasn’t normal for her, she danced, she picked those she wanted to bed and please, Onyx had no choices anymore, yet she wasn’t afraid just a bit leery under the circumstances. Her eyes looked forth and she waited for what was to come of her, her mind raced with all kinds of ideas which all seemed to be bad ones…she hoped he’d prove those thoughts wrong.

He took a minute to regard her, making sure she was comfortable and capturing the hesitant look on her face. Still no fear. "It would be customary for you to see my face then. That you might recognize it. But I don't like that. Still I'll need my mouth for this." With great care the leering grin of steel fell away to reveal downy light brown fuzz against his chin and mouth. It was smooth almost flawless skin, that of a youth not seen his man's summers. The hard edge of his grin though spoke of lifetimes in soldier's work. He felt older than his twenty-two years, as he stroked the soft barely visible fuzz.

His lips, compared to his hands, were incredibly soft as they brushed her cheek, her chin, the line of her jaw, and finally at her throat the steel about her neck. His tongue silky soft and barely teasing along the rim of the cold metal and the warm dark flesh beneath. "How do you feel, my pet." His lips kissed softly up towards her face his hands cupping it and brushing the long silky curtain of her jet black hair aside. He kissed her softly upon the lips a faint touch that slowly became more insistent. "I have nothing to really call you. Are you still Onyx? Are you Gem, Are you stone? I hope to make you more pliable, to work you in my hands." The calloused hands so rough with his work, stained dark by the sun's harsh beatings and the business of killing men, went to work at her sides tracing slowly the full line of her torso, from her supple willowly arms across the rounded expanse of her bosom and down to the flaring curve of her hips and buttocks. Never grazing the forbidden teh clothed parts, but tracing over her, running wild as his lips pressed to hers his tongue becoming as forceful as his body would, the hands running wild patterns over her stomach and back the rough fingers cutting rivers across her trails of sensation until he stopped, his eyes behind the visor staring into hers silent and watching.

"I'm going to please you first. you may not at first enjoy my attentions but you shall. I'll take my enjoyment from you, but i will take yours from you first." His words seemed a promise, not a challenge, a statement of fact as easy as i will go fishing, but behind them his voice seemed hollow. Almost broken, that perhaps unlike so many others he would not take hers from her, he could only bring it to the surface. that without fear she would only love what was done to her. And he wanted her to. Desperately; underneath his voice it was clear that he wanted her to respond to enjoy her treatment, and so he would try to take her pleasure from her, so he could enjoy her all the more.

His lips returned to her face softly nibbling along her jawline and up to her ear. his tongue swiftly like a dart wetted the skin behind it, and his teeth nipped and gently pulled against her lower ear lobe. His lips pursed and he blew cool air against the moisture causing it to cool rapidly as his hands began to tease the heavy flesh of her breasts. Softly stroking the undersides, his hands supporting the breasts they could not hope to cover. Dark breasts spilled over his splayed fingers as he began to softly squeeze and ply the flesh between them, tracing circles about them, levering them up and beginning to squeeze rougher as the gentle sucks and kisses of his mouth became nips and bites. His fingers threaded up to her nipples and began to roll them first before pulling them slightly, feeling them become harder in his hands.

"Such ripe heavy melons, I've been dying for a taste since I first saw them." His grin was easy and wide, full of almost boyish mischief and adult intent, as he brought his body under hears and his mouth to a hanging breast, first letting his tongue circle the breast slowly homing in across the expanse until finally a thin wet line circled her nipple maddeningly. Never quite touching the peak only following the plateau of her aerolae. Finally his mouth closed atop it sucking firmly and letting his teeth scrape ever so gently as he nipped and pulled, before attempting to swallow what he could and repeating the process going back and forth across her breasts. Getting hotter and smoother as his heated mouth, became more frantic, he wondered idly if she'd cry out. before he finished his frantic assault upon her tits. Idly licking his lips he returned to face her once more eyes staring into the deep gorgeous brown orbs.

"Such fantastic fruits. Truly the taste is something that cannot be matched. Such sweet flesh, could easily drive a man wild. I wonder of your other flavours. How sweet is the nectar between your legs?" His voice was questioning though arrogantly. he hungered for more than simply her nectar and her body but her cries, her moans and lusts. He wanted her to feel to desire him, and to wish for these things. No other woman had, And thusly his offerings to Nysos through their use had been tainted by fear, and had been useless. Still though she appeared perfect. And such thoughts drove him wild with passion. Wild with the abandoned though to lower her hips and simply slot into her. To pound her body, and pummel the sweet tunnel of her lust, spearing and impaling her with each thrust. Until great slashing arcs of his side decorated her flawless skin, viscous splashes of hot white across her dark body. It was so tempting, to simply take and mount her like a beast, to ravish her and when she cried to take her harder. Tearing at her hair and crushing her sweet soft breasts while he used her every hole and feature with abandon. She drove him to this. To these thoughts.

And it was that reason he would not succumb. Only that reason.

It was only then that Firo realized he had stopped, and had not heard her answer, If she answered. Was she as sweet as he thought? he walked behind her and slowly lowered his body underneath hers. His hands grasped the control chains he'd tied, and lowered her. Keeping her upper body just out of reach of his shaft, the head again letting drip a solitary dribble of pre. To pool the smooth expanse of his sac. Her beauteous cunt dark as night outside and pink as a newborn inside lay just out of his reach just as his twitching organ lay just out of hers. Her arms he pulled back so she could not pull herself to to taste him, whether she would or not it was irrelevant. it was the control, and slowly powerfully he let down her buttocks and her legs until his lips could kiss her nether set.

Kiss he did a slow laborious thing, then a quick skipping beat, a swift tattoo across the flesh of her labia, teasing and touching though never coming across to kiss her cunt directly. He wanted her to ache for his touch for his tongue. Ache for release, that only he would give. And her fluids would be another offering to Nysos. His mouth finally kissed hers, and with as much force as he had to press his tongue against her tongue he, pushed against her pussy pressing his tongue into her invading her, tasting her. Roughly he licked like a dog cleaning a spill, Full across the slit, again and again pounding at her with his licks until he was between her lips licking so close to her inner core touching it more and more with each pass, until finally he could feel his face pressed firmly between her thighs, wide spread by the chains as he ate and drank deeply of her, his tongue pushed deep into her essence until he felt he could no longer breathe, and even further he pressed his tongue thrashing wildly inside her. Oblivious to all else but tasting her. Oblivious to all but guzzling her nectar, and devouring her at her very core. He could feel her shake finally. Whether with passion or fear and he stopped to listen. "Yes Pet have you something to say or simply a noise to make?"

"It would be customary for you to see my face then. That you might recognize it, but I don't like that. Still I'll need my mouth for this." He said to her and before she could respond letting him know it wasn’t something he needed to do as she found it arousing not knowing who he was, what he looked like and keeping her curiosity up, yet on the flip side she wanted to see.

His hands raised and her body filled with excitement as she watched intently as he gripped his fingertips under the mask and he peeled it away exposing his face to her for the first time. Her eyes moved over every inch of his face, she wanted to reach out and let her fingertips dance upon his strong jaw line, his cheeks and just touch him. He was handsome in her eyes, Onyx felt even more comfortable about the now unmasked man that took her from the ship she grew to love and those aboard it who lay slain by his chains.

His breath was hot as he drew closer to her, her eyes looked to his till his head tilted and he placed her lips upon her flesh causing her to gasp, so soft as they moved along her lightly in a teasing way. She closed her eyes and could smell his manly scent, every man had a scent regardless if freshly bathed or not. Her full lips parted as she was held there suspended over his bad and he made a trail along her chin to her neck where the steel began and his tongue tasted her skin for the first time and he made her moan softly as the sound lingered from her lips.

"How do you feel, my pet." He asked her, his voice wasn’t fully soft but it held a depth to it and yet still she wasn’t scared she was more aroused by him than ever. He didn’t stop, as she swallowed hard trying to think as his attentions messed with her head a little. His hands reached up and cupped her face, his ht breath still felt upon her skin as she whimpered and struggled a little within the binds that held her ample body.

She swallowed hard and felt his lips brush against her own, she wanted to speak but it seemed no words would release from her lips. Onyx breathed heavier,, her breasts raised higher as her nipples caressed his chest. She closed her eyes and took it all in, her body began to ache for more, she wanted him to taste her she wanted to taste him, touch him and feel every inch of his hard body pressed to hers as he took her. "I have nothing to really call you. Are you still Onyx? Are you Gem, Are you stone? I hope to make you more pliable, to work you in my hands." He said as his explored her, his hands were like a blind man feeling their way about.

When he touched her, her body lit up, the blood flowed and she groaned again letting him know exactly how she felt. Onyx didn’t want him to stop, she never wanted any man to take her like she did him, maybe it was the unveiling, maybe it was his strength, the way others feared him, she wasn’t sure but she knew the heat between her legs was a major clue as her juices flowed from her wanton hole. Her mind raced as her body pulsed, she wanted him to take her hard, Onyx wanted to serve him and yet there was this small bit of her self inside her head that wanted to resist…this man took her family from her, the only family she cared for.

His lips pressed to hers, he forced hers apart and his tongue moved into her mouth, her own pulled back at the unwanted visitor as she gave her first sign of a struggle to him. Her mind was telling her to fight him, he didn’t deserve her, he was cruel and insane, he shed the blood of those she loved and cared for, for no reason. Onyx left her tongue find his as she tasted him from it, his kisses were deep and hard as she breathed heavily through her nostrils.

When he broke it her eyes opened and she felt betrayal within and yanked at her binds. "I'm going to please you first. You may not at first enjoy my attentions but you shall. I'll take my enjoyment from you, but I will take yours from you first." He said to her as she tried hard to not find pleasure with this man. No man had ever offered her, her pleasure first, god she thought why him…why did it need to be him. Her eyes closed as she couldn’t look at him, she felt her body faltering to her own needs…to him…her enemy and yet her savior from his crew.

Onyx didn’t know how long she could fight him, his advances. His mouth moved over her skin, his tongue danced along her flesh as she swallowed hard. His hands reached for her breasts as he caressed the swells, picking them up and kneading them like a baker would fresh dough. She began to breathe heavier as he continued, her breaths became pants like a bitch in heat, she tried hard to remember iron john and the crew but slowly each face was leaving her memory bank as he continued to play with his new toy that hung before him.

When his fingers and thumbs took her hard nubs and rolled them Onyx cried out and arched her back, she struggled hard as she could, and she knew she was bound there and not going anywhere but she needed to resist him, to fight her lust forming inside her. The bites would easily make her emotions crash, he seemed to know everything she loved, everything that drove her into a wild woman needing a man, needing to feel a man within her taking her for pleasure.

There were so many times that she had slept with men, it was her duty along with entertaining them with dance, but this was the first time she couldn’t resist the urge to want, to crave. To get a man off was simple, for one to get her off was more difficult, Onyx closed down that part of her mind and body, she hated that kind of emotional attachment, she wanted them to ant her, she didn’t want to want them and he was killing her that way.

“Please-e-e s-stop…please…” she cried out, her voice wasn’t loud as she begged him to let her be, to not drive her to want him inside her more and more. Those words didn’t seem to phase him as she begged him to stop doing that to her and just let her do what she was good at. “If, if you stop and release me I’ll make sure you are satisfied…” Onyx groaned feeling him roll her nipples, her body was electrified with every touch he placed upon her.

"Such ripe heavy melons, I've been dying for a taste since I first saw them." He said as he looked to her and she opened her eyes and looked back. He throat suddenly felt dry, her breathing quickened as she gasped for each breath. Her eyes dropped watching his mouth open, feeling that slippery warm pink muscle move across her breasts, tasting her flesh again. Onyx struggled again as he didn’t care, he continued on. Her head dropped back as far as the collar allowed it as her cunt muscles tightened when his lips closed over that pink erect nub, she cried out in whimpers and her hands balled into fists as she tried to struggle to make him stop. The feel of his teeth raking the sensitive nubs only made her sounded louder, each one a slight pitch higher than the previous one.

"Such fantastic fruits… Truly the taste is something that cannot be matched. Such sweet flesh could easily drive a man wild. I wonder of your other flavors. How sweet is the nectar between your legs?" he asked as his head lifted and their eyes met and held a gaze.

The old stories told by many a sailors were of women with half bodies shaped of fish tails settled on rocks and they sang calling to the sailors luring them to the jagged rocks to their deaths, this was similar, he was calling her to him, beckoning her to give herself to him freely and Onyx was doing her best to fight him. She though if those fish tails were true and sirens existed then she could see how the sailors wouldn’t resist as she was almost to that point, if he didn’t stop she would pummel and give in.

Onyx new he was ignoring her pleas to be freed to service him if he would let her go, she didn’t care if she was kept there she just couldn’t let her self want him, no, she wouldn’t allow it. Onyx told her self that when she left home she would never want another man ever again; she would never allow one to pierce her heart as one did and then claim it as his only to drop it from his hands and shatter it into a million shared pieces like glass falling to the floor.

Onyx began to slow her breathing down as she noticed him stop, maybe he did hear her cries, or maybe he didn’t care for them and as going to free her, or…give her to his crew. He wanted to please her, those words wouldn’t leave her head, and she struggled again and again till she felt him under her. Just take me she thought, get it over with and just take me and use me for what I am. Onyx felt her self being lowered over him, she could feel him stop at a certain point and yet the man’s meat wasn’t inside her, she confused her, she was a pleasure whore, a dance girl that was to be used for men’s needs and yet he stopped.

His cock was ready, she could see the veins pushing against the flesh as the tip beaded with a drop of pre cum wanting to fall to the side and run along the smooth dark colored head. He pulled her arms back behind her, he had no idea what he was doing to her, making her crave him, or did he? Onyx loved the feel of a man in her, filling her fully, but it took a lot to get her to crave, desire and need…want a man emotionally. It was so hard for her to explain everything she felt inside, hell she drove her self crazy sometimes trying to stop it all from jumbling within her head.

Just as she was off thinking she felt that hot breath, then the kiss making her eyes pop open as she cried out to him. He was teasing her as she did others, the tables turned as she struggled and moaned out to him. His tongue moved along her lips, tasting those sweet juices that he caused to flood from her as Onyx whimpered. She eyed his turgid meat, she quickly looked away and tried to struggle again, by this time he was stabbing her inside with his tongue, his lips meeting her puffed one as she moaned and could feel her inner muscles clenching around his tongue as if it where that meaty cock before her that she would do anything to have inside her.

Onyx tried hard to fight the feelings within, he was keeping his word, he was going to bring her pleasure and she was on a down hill spiral, she would give to him, would give into him soon if he continued. His tongue tasted her insides, moving around like a snake as she felt those inner walls of pink soft flesh be stroked by his muscle. “P-please-e-e stop-p-p” she cried. The betrayal she felt before was back it was the only thing that stopped her from caving into him and soon that would be gone and he would have his wish…to taste her nectar from the depths of her core.

“P-please-e-e stop-p-p”

Her words simply echoed into him. Torn out of her throat in a ragged moan as her insides pooled on his tongue like wine. Stop? She would rather simply be used? of course she would, that wouldn't tear her world apart. "stop" his tongue ceased it's licking his fingers halted in their advances and roaming. Alright I suppose I shall grant you a slight reprieve for now. Slowly and purposefully he wiggled himself back from under her, and lowered her to kneel upon the bed. "Rest and stretch I will find the next instruments of our playtime."

He disappeared into the chest for a moment as she caught her breath, and returned holding several vials. "These creams I had made special. They are mostly mineral oil. Very slick and good for metals, and good for keeping them shiny and slippery." He held his fingers up, slick with a cream that appeared as if a shimmering thick water. "They have other uses as well, and I find they are quite good for variety of tasks. Loosening up otherwise tight holes for example. And they do not pit or rust metal. Or gold." He held up a heavy piece of chain. it looked bizarre, and was almost undoubtedly unique. Each link appeared to be a rounded triangle. So they were less shaped as common ovals as they were two rounded triangles end to end. His hands ran over them showing her the press of pure gold and the softness in the metal while also letting her see how it returned to its shape almost immediately afterward. He played with the smooth interlock of the chains which seemed perfect. Each link smoothed without a hint of roughness or burring. No lumps or sharp edges, No protrusions or welders marks. A truly master crafted chain, made entirely of gold. Each link was almost half the length of his thumb and then perhaps half as wide. "This chain caused more fights than you have so far, and will likely cause more yet. We took an entire galleon, a capital ship escorting two merchant frigates. I was covered in such blood that I was worried I might never unbend from the damage done to my chains. At the end my only prize was this chain and some bottles of oil to keep it from rust. The oils were almost perfect in cleaning my chain and I have bought many fresh bottles since then. This chain is as special as you. It was perfectly crafted for a purpose; just as you are. I had not figured out what purpose it was. that is until I met you." He smiled as he let the chain fall along his hands as he oiled it lovingly, his fingers working each link separately and gentler than he had been with her handlings.

"You see Gold is too heavy to build with, too soft to make weapons or armor, and too valuable to destroy, or wield. So I had little purpose. other than to show it off, in a place where a man is killed for a silk robe.." He let his voice trail as his fingers softly squeezed the gold down, showing her once more it's purity and the smooth feel of it. He let a link fall across her face. "But now I know that it was meant only for something more precious than it. You. And It shall be used on you." He let the words hang in the air, thickly; almost a tangible threat. He walked behind her until she could not see him, before his hands began to work softly upon her lush and ripe bottom. His hands oiling and dipping into the crevice of her ass, his thumbs pulling her cheeks apart so he could look upon the faint puckered cinnamon ring. Oil sluiced down over it and his thumb began to rub and massage oil into her, working his digit deeper each time until he could push his the whole of his thumb into her tight and now well lubricated assshole. "Are you ready my pet?"

With almost infinite patience and care he placed the cold heavily lubricated link of the gold chain against the tight pucker, and slowly pressed against the ring of muscle. Silently he pressed, letting her stop and breathe, listening if ignoring her cries when the gold link began to penetrate her back door. Further he pressed, an unstoppable force against the tight muscled ring until finally he popped the first link inside her. He pulled slightly to straighten it and let his finger follow the hole to keep it straight. "Another then?" A thin easy adjuster's bar followed to keep the link straight as he began to push another into her, followed by another. Five links entered her rustling and settling deep within her bowels and the adjusters bar let them twist and turn until he could layer them creating a tight thick wedge of doubled links into and out of her tender ass. he let the weight of the chain hang then. "More than a hundred men died defending that chain from me. No less than five have died since then attempting to claim it. And it is perfect, to be inside you, your weight more valuable than it's, so it will hang from your perfect ass, and with a simple clip I will let the links twist, slowly inside you. Very slowly I do not wish to tear anything, only to cause you untold pleasures."

He bent to receive a smaller, and, finer chain from the chest. "This one I think will stretch your tight little cunt, Will pack it tight. Feel it across your nipples." Holding it taut almost as a razor he let it slide and pull across her nipples over each one before wrapping one as best he could letting it squeeze before pulling it off, the motion should have been like a saw blade. But felt as if a silk scarf had been run over her breasts. 'It is specially made, to be a soft feel, it is meant as clothing, so it will never chafe, Each edge each link has been carefully wrought to have they say no edges or seams. So that it feels soft as silk but strong as steel. It was meant to be a chain shirt; or so I understand, but I have loved it's purpose as a long thin chain. To bind, to whip, to tease." he smiled as he moved behind her. "To fill." More oil poured over her mound and the chain as it entered her each long thing loop pushed into her by a thick set of fingers, Faster and faster twisting over and over his fingers puped soft chain in and out of her pushing the chain further in and looping to pull more towards her hot wet hole. "Can you imagine when it is my member, that so penetrates you. Fills you? when more than my fingers stab into you, and feel your hot gushes. You are so tight I'm not sure I should, perhaps I would lose myself in there, that you would wrench it off, in your hot little whore's box." Each word near the end was punctuated by a particularly hard fingering, his thumb now rubbing against her clitoral hood coaxing and moving to bring it out. "But how could I resist? How could I not want to savage you to ravish you, to bend you on my bed, and take you from behind like a savage animal in the rut. I ask how, any man could resist?" His words stopped as he continued to finger her, the chain well stuffed and squirming inside of her. his other hand slowly turned the link of Chain in her ass while his mouth lapped and suckled at the clitoris that poked out to him, his tongue and lips dancing around the hot bud of her pearl, his breath heavy across it.

"Cum little pet. For your master, Coat his chains in your juices, Cum as he frees you of them. Cum and worship Nysos with your rain, your offering." The chain in her ass was being twisted as he pulled it out link by link. His mouth firmly attached to her clit as his fingers pressed the chain deeply against the rough patch of her G-spot curved behind the entrance of her sopping Cunt. He wanted this so badly from her, For his god, for himself. For Her. He wanted it for her. For her to enjoy as she came, to enjoy what he'd done to her, and enjoy the further indignities he'd heap upon her. His pet, his slut, his rescued dancing whore. He wanted her to cum like no other had ever made her cum before. And to own this beautiful creation forever. He'd never share this, ever, and now he knew that he too would lose his home.

He stopped as she asked, Onyx closed her eyes and fought that feeling inside her, she was able to back off that feeling to release as she swallowed hard and opened her eyes looking straight ahead as she won that battle, she didn’t fall into the hands of pleasure from the man that took everything that mattered away from her. The first battle over and she knew there would be another and then another and everyday a new one to be fought till he either released her, her life ended or she gave into him.

Onyx felt his tongue draw back, his fingers…his hands and she felt him move from under her as she regained her breath once again yet she knew there was always a price to pay, she was nothing but a dancer and a whore win his eyes, and Onyx knew that, she knew when another came along like her with a reputation she would be passed along and for some reason that didn’t bother her, nothing seemed to at this point in her life.

The life she left and closed the door on was locked, she would never go back, Iron john opened a new and that one was closed again and she knew that one day this one would be as well…everything changed, nothing stays the same, there is no such thing as happiness and when you leave that guard down and allow another or others in it just leads to another heart break another disappointment. It was much easier to be cold hearted and not care and just to do as told and go through the motions as she would with him.

The chains lowered as did she as she knelt upon his bed, he told her to rest and to stretch and like she thought something would come next to pay her back for asking him to stop. Onyx waited for a harsh punishment, she waited for a hand across the face or worse, and yet he walked away. He called this ‘playtime’ and she had no idea what that meant, to her there was two things and one was done on her feet and the other on her back.

When he returned back in sight she caught him from the corner of her eye and in his hands he held vials and he began to speak out as she listened. He showed her the cream upon his fingers and how it glistened upon his flesh and slick as she could see his fingers rub together, but she had no idea what this had to do with her. He spoke about loosening up tight holes and she still never got the hint. He showed her the chain, her eyes moved over the links before her and Onyx figured she would now become his chamber maid; the one that was at chains length on beck and call, his chain girl that would clean before he used them like a maid in a castle would tend to needs of its princess or queen.

Her eyes followed the chain, it wasn’t quite like any other chain she had seen before, the metal was different and she knew what it was made from she had seen enough gold to last her a lifetime, bit that didn’t catch her attention it was the shape. Onyx had no reason to want for anything she walked away from that exact thing. Onyx watched his hand hold the chain and his fingers move along it as he dangled it before her almost teasing her with it.

"This chain caused more fights than you have so far, and will likely cause more yet. We took an entire galleon, a capital ship escorting two merchant frigates. I was covered in such blood that I was worried I might never unbend from the damage done to my chains. At the end my only prize was this chain and some bottles of oil to keep it from rust. The oils were almost perfect in cleaning my chain and I have bought many fresh bottles since then. This chain is as special as you. It was perfectly crafted for a purpose; just as you are. I had not figured out what purpose it was. That is until I met you."

Onyx heard him speak, and she chimed in finally, “you place too much upon my worth, I’m nothing but a ship dancer and a pleasure whore. I’m nothing special and that chain is worth much more in value than I shall ever be.” After that she shut up quickly and watched him seeing that smile warmed her and her eyes dropped quickly and focused on his fingers and the golden chain.

Disrespecting him she wouldn’t do so when he spoke again about the metal and it being too heavy to build with and such she lifted her big dark eyes and peered into his own and gave him all of her attention. Onyx knew about fine silks, she knew about the depths men would go for jewels, gold, silks made from the finest….he thoughts drifted away from where they were going and she looked to him and watched his thick weathered fingers, calloused as they smoothed over the soft metal betwixt them. "But now I know that it was meant only for something more precious than it. You…and it shall be used on you." He said making her wonder what he was going to do with it, he left her wondering for a short time as he stepped out of eye shot and got behind her.

Onyx found out quickly where his thoughts were going as she felt his hands upon her rounded bottom, his fingertips and thumbs kneading the large fleshy globes. Onyx felt the oil upon his finger and thumb tips, she felt him part her cheeks and couldn’t turn to see, she squirmed a bit but not much, it wasn’t like she had much leeway to move to begin with. Her back arched when the oil moved between her cheeks, she could feel it trickle over that puckered dark star as she bit down upon her bottom lip knowing what he was going to do to her. Onyx closed her eyes as he worked his thick thumb within her, opening her tight ass with the use of the oil. She gasped and writhed as she was there on her knees on his bed.

"Are you ready my pet?" he asked as his hand pressed between her cheeks and his thumb moved within her ass, she tensed and squeezed it and felt partially turned on and partially feared what he was going to do. Onyx felt the link press to her tight slick ring; she swallowed hard as no man has ever put anything foreign into her till him, her mind raced as did her heart within her chest wondering what he was going to do to her. The first link was pressed within her, his digit followed as that ring opened to him, he stopped allowing her to get used to the link and then continued she felt the next four follow and push into the depths of her bowels.

A groan released from her lips as the chain twisted within her expanding those darkened walls as the weight was felt and then yet again he spoke and she heard a compliment paid to her and she sighed. Another chain yet was shown as he took it from his chest, this one much different tan the gold he had placed within her rounded bottom. "This one I think will stretch your tight little cunt will pack it tight. Feel it across your nipples." He said as she looked to his eyes, looking past the color as he took the chain and held it tightly and moved it across her rosy erect nubs, he could hear her suck in a breath, she held it in and then slowly released it as he spoke about it and she could tell what he meant about the feel as she once more swallowed hard.

He moved behind her and again he pushed the thinner chain into her wet juicy hole. His words were erotic as he spoke them to her, his voice made her calm, a serene feeling as she arched her back and pushed down trying to fight him, trying to stop the chain from entering her deeper and deeper and again she lost as it felt like a snake slithering within her hole, along her fleshy inner walls of pink velvet. "Can you imagine when it is my member, that so penetrates you. Fills you? When more than my fingers stab into you, and feel your hot gushes. You are so tight I'm not sure I should, perhaps I would lose myself in there, that you would wrench it off, in your hot little whore's box." Onyx listened and the more he spoke the wetter she got, she could feel her juices trickling from her hole and along her inner thighs, her scent grew stronger and stronger as he maneuvered those chains in a teasing way…taunting her, and then he said what she was…a whore.

His fingers and thumbs teased her hard clit that he was coaxing fully from its home, her folds thick and swollen, that nub peeking out begging to be touched as Onyx groaned when he did. "But how could I resist? How could I not want to savage you to ravish you, to bend you on my bed, and take you from behind like a savage animal in the rut. I ask how, any man could resist?"

Onyx didn’t know the answer to that she had never been with a man that didn’t want pleasure from her. He moved the chains, he twisted the links within her, and both holes feeling the pleasure as she struggled within the binds and her breaths grew quicker as his hot breath followed by his mouth was felt upon her cunt. "Cum little pet. For your master, Coat his chains in your juices, Cum as he frees you of them. Cum and worship Nysos with your rain, your offering." He said as he referred to him and his god again, one she knew very little of.

He knew what he was doing, there she was strung up to the beam above, kneeling there with his chains within her one being pulled out and the other pushed in caressing that one sensitive spot. His mouth clamped over her as onyx rolled her head about her shoulders feeling the tightness of the collar stopping her from freely moving as she wished. She tried to fight him but as each of the five links were pulled and the other teased within her wanton cunt….she gave into the battle, a third lost to him as she cried out, moaned in pleasure and came harder then she had every before that she could remember.

Onyx’s body trembled, her knees felt weak and she moaned, her eyes closed as her orgasm rocked her whole body leaving behind her clenching inner walls as the liquid flowed from her like warm creamy lava.

Her gushes coated the chains. The dripped down each link, and fell to his mask and his mouth, a smug grin upon it. He had brought her to peak, now like any that head brought proper tribute to Nysos for, he could have her. But something felt wrong. She came, and she came fully it may have been taken from her, but she so thoroughly enjoyed it. He could see on her quivering body could tell in her ragged moans, in the sharp breaths. He could watch it spelled out by her hips as they twisted. She was so valuable, and so different. He licked his lips of her offering and slowly allowing her the time come down threaded the chain in her dripping vagina back out.

His tongue ran along a part of it tasting her secretions, and the sharp tang of the mineral oil. He'd have to clean the chains soon he knew. Normally he would now, but he had to taste her. From the source. She still oozed out and his tongue lapped at it. Drinking deeply from her core as if she were a goblet containing ambrosia. And she was. Further and further hungrily he ate at her threatening to swallow her whole and pierce through her with his tongue. She was simply so sweet, and as he watched her body begin to turn again to rustle against the chains he could see just how badly she wanted him to stop, and how much she wanted him to continue. It was torture for her, he thought, being so conflicted. It was torture for him to watch it. Her body knew no fear from him. It only wanted, wanted more. As if it could not be ruled or controlled, as if it would challenge his lusts. And she, she was the same wasn't she.

Stopping he didn't bother to wipe his mouth. His steps silent and sure he appeared in front of his newest pet, and kissed her thrashing his tongue with hers sharing the taste of her in his mouth and across his young unmarred lips. "Share the offering my pet. You taste too sweet to not know your own pleasures. I could bottle you and retire a wealthy merchant I think." His hands worked swiftly oiling and wiping the chains that had been inside her cleaning and wiping each link before wrapping them securely again and locking them in the chest. His words softened. As he next spoke to her.

"I think my pet. That you have suffered enough today. Your mind must be truly fantastic to endure what is has. The death of your old crew, and the descent into my ownership. It is an ignoble fate for a mystery and beauty like you. Tonight perhaps you could rest. Lie with me on the bed, and I shall use you no more, nor take anything more from you." His words accompanied the short click of his removal of all the chains that held her. Her knees first, then her arms and finally the throat and shoulder link that held her so immobile. "Will you stay here and slumber next to me? Or would you prefer the floor, or outdoors?"

Her eyes closed as he held her there by the chains, her body trembled and her inner muscles clenched and released as the sweet honey nectar dripped and oozed from within her heated opening. It felt strange to have a man bring her pleasures before him self, for her to allow it, to not be able to fight it off, she tried hard, she tried to think of everything that had happened over the past hours before she came to where she was, his slave, his prisoner.

Onyx felt him pull the chains from within her, she felt them twist along her inner walls as she couldn’t but help squeeze around them and moan, her eyes opened and she looked forth, swallowing hard as she gasped a breath.

His breath was hot, her scent was strong as it lingered around them, and she whimpered and struggled when she felt his tongue pierce her inner core once again. Onyx felt her body quiver as he continued; his face was pushed between her meaty thighs as his tongue twisted and turned within her drawing every bit he could from her. In her mind she begged for him to stop, she couldn’t take the guilt she felt from the pleasure he was giving her.

Onyx’s body was betraying her again and again; her mind was sharp and strong but her body weak. She struggled harder trying to move her cunt from his face but the more she moved the more pleasure she felt. He was torturing her, he was using what she used against men, her body, sexual pleasure…she was having the tables turned as she moaned and breathed heavier.

In her mind she ran the events over and over like a well played movie, she tried to block out the pleasure eh continued to give her, she could only back of her second orgasm for so long and then after that she knew there was no turning back. Onyx left out a loud cry, her body squirmed as hard s she could get it to and she felt him pull back as she closed her eyes and tried to regain her breaths, her cunt convulsed as if she gave into him again and yet she didn’t…so close, onyx knew if he pierced her again with his tongue she would cave again…and again to this man.

She watched as he came around before her, she looked within his eyes, over his face seeing it glisten, such a difference from the man in the mask that she first met. He moved in and kissed her hard, his tongue danced within her hot mouth as she tasted her juices from his lips and the pink muscle that was once dancing around inside her warm slick opening.

"Share the offering my pet. You taste too sweet to not know your own pleasures. I could bottle you and retire a wealthy merchant I think." He said as she licked her lips and watched as he cleaned the chains, link by link he cleaned, each one no longer held her scent, her juices…she watched as he wrapped them up and retuned them to the chest they came from and then as she licked her lips he retuned again and Onyx waited for him to now take her roughly, to take her like the whore she was and enjoy her body and use her as she was suspended there.

"I think my pet. That you have suffered enough today. Your mind must be truly fantastic to endure what is has. The death of your old crew, and the descent into my ownership. It is an ignoble fate for a mystery and beauty like you. Tonight perhaps you could rest. Lie with me on the bed, and I shall use you no more, nor take anything more from you." He said as she felt the chains about her knees giving and then the rest slowly one by one he released her as he spoke.

Onyx was unsure about him, the fear she had of him wasn’t by his size, the thoughts of him killing her but more she feared how he made her think, how he made her confused with his words and motions. She rubbed her wrists as she was released and as much as she wanted to feel a warm body against hers she could bed with the man who took her family away, she couldn’t betray their memories like that.

Onyx ached to have him wrap around her and hold her tightly, but she dropped her eyes and made her choice…the words were hard to say as she spoke them “I shall take the floor.” He offered herhree choices and she took one tat would keep her safe from the crew, and one that would keep her memories of her family alive in her mind which caused her to feel less guilt than she already was.

If there were words that she never wanted to have said it was those.

“I shall take the floor.”

The words echoed in his mask. They weren't made in fear. But in defiance. How proud of her he was, and how furious. His face remained impassive as he retook the physical mask in hand, and replaced it's jaw. Only behind it's steely demonic grin did he let his frustration show. She was not broken? But. Did he want to break her. Nysos demanded he should, and for the first time, Firo thought about whether he wanted to break her or not. He didn't know.

As he unfurled the blanket his hardness died, the swelling of his flesh fell and his body looked much older than it's young years once again. A tired and weary thing, covered in it's scars. Like a marionette with it's strings cut, he slumped before standing, pulling a long thick hammock from one corner and setting it loosely like a basket bed. Once it was pinned and secure and checked twice he stopped looking like a man who had lost a small object that meant the world to him. "Here"

The word was loud and echoing, his voice obviously irritated. His hands held a well used, but clean pillow, and a clean insect free blanket. "It will be hard on the floor take these and wrap your self. I would not want my property to get splinters or mars from the wood." Willful she was, so he would allow her to sleep on the floor. But he wouldn't like it.

As Firo vaulted to his hammock he sank, his body curling to match the strung fabric. He waited his ears listening for her breath to take the measure of sleep before he rested. So few had stayed in his chambers and while the outside of his room contained the rest of the crew she might have still attempted to kill him and escape. Somehow however he managed to believe she wouldn't. That even with her refusal to bed down with him, she would come to enjoy his presence and ownership. It was a compelling image and a better dream and soon it took him as well.

But late in the night if anyone would watch, when he was truly alone and asleep, Firo shivered, knowing dreams are only dreams, and no matter how much he may want the beautiful girl on his floor she would not be his. His body shook slightly once and then twice before he calmed himself, his mind fighting the nightmares he often had. He slept peacefully from that time not awaking until the sun came.
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It was the first mate who knocked. "Firo. Champion, you're needed, we need you to wake."

Firo's eyes bolted open at the first noise, and his body to the ceiling by the second. He was on the floor shortly thereafter his feet and legs landing almost silently on the rolling floor. "I'm awake." Though nude and uncovered he had his mask. That was enough. He stood his body in full view as a map of white lines littered with the mementos of countless fights. "What is your champion required for?"

"There are sharks Firo, the captain wishes to replenish the stores for after the food from the Iron John is gone. And shark will jerky well, in the sun as long as the men don't care about the smell." The first mate's feet shifted as Firo affixed him with a stare. "Please; Firo. Kill the shark."

Firo's eyes wandered the ship. It would be a suitable time, the ocean was calm seeming and it was a fun practice. "Bring me one of the dead then, and I'll kill us a shark."