The Folly Of Fate (closed for BehaviorMod)

[DarkWarrioress]

The kingdom of Trelisien, it nestled in the foothills bordering Snowwynne. King Vyrion and Queen Elywiel had ruled peacefully for many years. They had two children, a boy they called Terion and a girl they named Linet . The children came into a world filled with strife and suffering. Distrust was rampant, especially where half breeds were concerned. Who knew what they were thinking or what side they actually fell on. Terion suffered it the worst. As first born, he was born in the midst of contempt and distrust. Both became his closest friends. By the time Linet had been born, their parents didn’t know Terion anymore. The young boy had become sullen and resentful of his new sister. She was getting attention that was rightfully his. He was going to be king someday. The stupid little girl. As they grew older, Terion’s hatefulness toward his sister only increased. She grew into a beautiful young woman, who her brother constantly bullied and who, if she were to admit it, terrified her. As children, he always found a way to slap or pinch her until she gave him whatever he wanted at the time, be it one of her toys or some treat she had been enjoying. As they grew older, he started to bully her even more. Linet often found him brooding and watching her with a look in his eyes that made her uneasy.

Linet grew into a beautiful young woman with red hair, green eyes and pale (remarkably) unmarred skin. The slant of her eyes told of her mother’s Elven heritage. Her body was curving in all the right places and her breasts were developing generously. Terion, was slender and also pale of skin. He, however, had his father’s human eyes. Sullen and arrogant, he continued to brag about becoming king one day.

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Linet woke with a sense of foreboding in the air. She couldn’t shake the feeling as she lie in bed, waking up. A piercing scream rent the air, bouncing off the walls of the castle. Linet would have hidden under the covers except that the scream had come from her mother. Throwing back the covers she bounded from bed, still in her nightgown, threw open her bedroom door and raced for her parents’ room. The door was already wide open with several people crowding inside. Linet elbowed her way to her mother’s side. A quick glance toward their bed and her heart almost faltered. Her father. Poison was the whispered word. No. NO.NO. He can’t be dead. Not her father. Nothing could wash away the harsh reality of life. Someone had poisoned her father and he was dead.

Somehow they had gotten through the funeral. Her mother had taken to her bedchambers and refused to come out. Terion was missing a lot as well. He always turned up but when asked where he had been, he’d snarl and slap her. It was perhaps, a fortnight when another scream was heard. This time it was not her mother, but her mother’s personal servant. The Lady Elywiel had been found hanging from a rafter in her room.

There was talk. Speculation. Her mother killed herself in a fit of grief and desolation. Someone had designs on the kingdom. Killing the King and Queen was just the first step. Terion and Linet were next. Fear grew. Perhaps send them away? Put a Regent in their place for the now. The children were no longer children but far too young to rule wisely. Thus it went.

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“Insolent pup! I should kill you myself. Right here. Right now. Save me the problem of having to do it later.”

“THIS IS MY KINGDOM. THAT IS MY THRONE. I DID THE WORK. YOU DID NOT EVEN SOIL YOUR HANDS. DO NOT THREATEN ME.”

The man in black stared at Terion a long moment then threw back his head and laughed.

“Boy, it takes more than a simple thief to rule a kingdom and make no mistake, that’s what you are, a thief. You stole the lives of your parents and for what? To be arrogantly crowned a king? Begone with you before I decide to kill you myself and show you just how easy it is.”

Not even a week later a garrison of men in black came thundering into Trelisien Castle on black chargers. All of them wore masks with grisly faces. Any who tried to oppose them, were cut down to die in the streets. A new king had come. Stronger. Ruthless. Uncaring. Terion and Linet were hidden in fear of their safety and in the darkest part of night, they were spirited away to a ship, hidden from curious eyes. Money had exchanged hands. They were to be taken across the great waters to the desert lands, hopefully, one day to return and reclaim what was rightfully theirs.

“Rightfully MINE,” Terion often muttered.


It was on this long journey across the waters that things beyond Linet’s worst nightmares became a reality.

 

[BehaviorMod]

"How does she fair?" A tall human with long dark hair, a loose fiting shirt and a simple pair of cloth pants with a sword and scabbard tied around the waist arrived on deck of the 'Black Sand'. His voice was almost a growl.

"Smooth sailin' captain. We should be able to hit port in four days time from here, straight accross the Great Sea." The balding man at the wheel reported to the captain; Kleegan.

"Excellent." Kleegan brought a hand up to stroke the beard that was a dark oily black to match his hair. "That'll give us enough time to pilfer a few amneties from a supply ship, we might even be able to hit the port and get out before they know we're even there." Kleegan smirked and nodded his aprooval at his own plan.

"But, Captain, what about our cargo? Don't they gotta be dropped off saf-" Whatever the third seafarer was about to say was cut short as the tip of Kleegan's scimitar found the mans throat. He dared not even swallow; less the constantly sharpened blade slit his throat from the slight movement.

"Now, now, Kragga; you know better than to question your Captain....or do I need to remind you?" Kragga held up his hands, palms out in surrender as he dared not shake his head 'no'. That seemed to suffice for Kleegan and the scimitar was soon back in it's scabbard. "Besides....since when do the pirates of the Black Sand keep their end of any bargain? Royalty....even young, future royalty; can fetch a hefty price. I say keep them and have our fun with them...particularly the girl"
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Terion had been gazing at his young sibling.....he was hard pressed to call her his sister as he had dispised the very fact they shared blood since she had been concieved in the first place; as she slept against the wall of an empty cabin. He never slept much lately, not because of guilt from murdering the parents that birthed him...that had been easy, but from all the plans and myriad of thoughts bouncing around inside his head.

So when he woke to find Linet still sleeping, his fiery eyes glanced over to her well developed form, the small cloth of a blanket she had been given barely covering her curves and the top that hugged her generous tits. The garments she wore left very little to imagination; but it was all they could afford after the Regeant had usurped the throne and declared the Heirs; both Terion and Linet, unfit to rule soundly.

With the view of her ample tits rising and falling with each breath, his own hardness began to rise and he reached over to slowly and cautiously tug on the blanket that kept her swollen titflesh hidden from view. He tugged and it came away, exposing her creamy, pale flesh that matched his; courtesy of their mother's Elven blood. A few more flicks of his subtle and nimble fingers and the shoulders of her top had fallen away to reveal a hint of her thick, tight nipples.

It was then she began to stir and Terion and moved away as if he'd been doing nothing. "About time you started to wake up, girl. I thought for sure you'd sleep through the whole trip." Terion saw the confusion on Linet's face as she realized her top had almost fallen completely off...seemingly while she slept. "It's time for me to nap now; why don't you go make yourself useful and ask the men above for some sheets and a pillow for the Prince of Trelisien; and no, that wasn't a request."
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The Great Sands, A continent accross the Sea seemingly comprised of nothing but deserts and barren land, was seperated into four regions. These regions were the Barren Wastes, the Sand Seas, the Onyx Dunes, and the Desloate Plains. These regions were often fought over and contested against by various clans of men known as the Duneedan.

Of these clans, one stood out among the rest, and they bore the name of their current Kaal; Draga. Daryen Draga; was his name, Kaal Draga was his title. Warlord and leader of Clan Draga; he was a fierce warrior and rider with no equal. It was often Draga who rallied the clans together against common foes.

He had long jet black hair that he kept tied in a braided tail or with strands of hair braided with bone and the like when he wore it loose. His skin was also a deep tan like the rest of his people; from the many years of living and hunting in the desertlands. His form was toned and trimmed, a body that emanated strength without being overly muscular. The Kaal didn't need his muscles to ripple for his enemies to know his might. He hadn't become a Warlord by relying on simple brute strength. His eyes were another thing entirely; they were a dark hazel color, the color of the shifting sands themselves and deep enough to fall into just the same.

His voice was low and deep, and when he spoke, it commanded attention. If you weren't listening before Kaal Draga spoke; you were once he began. It was told his battle cry could cover an entire hunting field and inspire his hunters and warriors into a frenzy.

It was this very man who now led four other warrior riders; his best and elite, to hunt a pack of Vyson. They were migrating from the Onyx Dunes to the Barren Wastes; and if they weren't taken now, their bounty would be lost to clan Draga this season. They needed the meat to feed their warriors, the hide for the women and slaves to fashion clothing and protection out of, and the bones to craft weapons with. These were vital if they were to begin raiding the small villages and port towns on the edge of the Great Sands; where desert met sea.

It was this man who, unknown to him, fate would have a plan for. The folly of men were often large....but the folly of fate was often cruel.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

So much. So much had happened, so quickly. Linet’s mind just wanted to shut down and the best way to do that was for her to sleep. They had been placed, together, in this back room toward the stern of the ship and locked in. Someone brought them food and water. Someone else came to escort them to the small water closet so they might see to their bodily needs but always again, they were secreted back to this room and locked in.

Linet pulled the small rectangular material given to her to use as a blanket, up around her shoulders and closed her eyes. It was hard to stop thinking or even being terribly aware of her brother. She kept waiting for him to do something, to torment her in some way and then hit her. Eventually, such thoughts faded as her tired body took over and made her slip into unconsciousness.

Terion’s snide voice pulled her from slumber. Of course it would be him. She lifted her arms to rub the sleep from her eyes when he spoke.

"About time you started to wake up, girl. I thought for sure you'd sleep through the whole trip. It's time for me to nap now; why don't you go make yourself useful and ask the men above for some sheets and a pillow for the Prince of Trelisien; and no, that wasn't a request."

Linet sat up and frowned, hastily tugging up her bodice where it had fallen to in her sleep. She shot a quick look at her brother but he was moving away from her. Maybe it was because her brain was still muddled with sleep that made her say what she did. Had it been a wise move? She doubted it, considering her brother’s nasty little temper. Linet got to her feet, her back pressed against the room’s wall.

“I am not going topside, Terion. Are you crazy? This ship is full of men and we were told to stay here, below deck. If you want to go ask for sheets and a pillow, feel free to do so. Besides, have you forgotten? They've locked us in."

 

[BehaviorMod]

“I am not going topside, Terion. Are you crazy? This ship is full of men and we were told to stay here, below deck. If you want to go ask for sheets and a pillow, feel free to do so. Besides, have you forgotten? They've locked us in."

Terion's dark eyes flashed to his sister as she boldly denied his demand. Malice filled them, hate darkened them. He swiftly rose to his feet and had the girl pinned against the wooden wall she had backed herself up against. A tiny little yelp of surprise left Linet's lips at the suddenness of it but she had little time do much else before the back of Terion's hand found her cheek.

"That's NO way to talk to your older brother and future King; you wretched little slut." He gripped her by the back of her hair and angled her face so that her eyes were held in his. "Do not forget your place, Linet; or I'll be quick to remind you of the other times you've failed to do as instructed. We aren't home anymore.....you've no one left but me, so show some respect."

Terion released her hair and grabbed her shoulders, his nails digging in to soft pale flesh just a bit. "I havn't forgotten our little predicament; but that doesn't mean you can't make yourself usefull. Someone has to watch the door. You'd best get their attention and get what I asked for or you'll have nothing to sleep with, because I'm taking yours."

Terion saw the girls lip quiver, perhaps in fear, perhaps simply from the strike that had given a bit of color to the corner of her lip. Whatever the cause, Terion delighted in it. He let Linet go and walked a few paces, picking up the cloth and sack she had been using to sleep with. "Now then....are you going to be a good girl, or do you need another reminder?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her cheek stung, painfully. Terion’s action had not been unexpected. Her cheekbone was starting to ache. His knuckles must have bruised it. Linet’s hands had been at her sides and her fingers curled into fists. She wanted desperately to hit him back but knowing that if she did, he would not hesitate to hurt her more. He was right, she had no one else and they were going somewhere unknown. Still, after all these years, his ire and abuse rankled. Later, much later, she would wonder where or why she became so emboldened.

Her eyes watched him snatch up the only blanket and pillow, she had. They flickered toward the locked door. She wasn’t of the mind to do as Terion bid her. Not this time. It needed to stop sometime. She had heard stories of women being sold to men over the ocean, becoming their slaves. Right that moment, anything would be more desirable than being under Terion’s thumb.

“What’s your idea of a good girl, Terion? Someone who is so frightened of you that they will do anything you want them to? I’m tired of your bullying. You’re right, we aren’t home anymore. I don’t have anyone else but you. Right now? Anything or anyone would be better than being at your mercy.”

Fingers of one hand unfurled, raising to touch gingerly her cheek. Linet winced at the soft contact. There was no doubt she was going to have a bruise there because of him. Times like these, she wished she had been born a male, she’d have the courage and the ability to kill him or at the very least, the ability to beat the hell out of him. Terion was an arrogant bully and she was getting thoroughly sick of being reminded that he was the Prince of Trelisen. Blood was blood. It didn’t change who they were but right now, they held no position of power and that was something someone needed to remind Terion of. Useless as she suspected that would be. Terion heard what he wanted to hear and ignored everything else. His mind was focused on one thing, to return home and claim his rightful place on the throne.

 

[BehaviorMod]

"....Anything or anyone would be better than being at your mercy."

Terion had to smirk at that comment. Up until now, the 'Lady Linet' had been treated as the princess she had formerly been. She'd had things practically handed to her; much to Terion's rage. Being the male in the royal line meant he had to take and fight for everything, earn everything. His father always had a discerning and unforgiving eye for the mistakes of his son.

That anger turned inwards, and then finally turned to Linet, when he could get away with it. Now he could do whatever he wanted to the sister who always had the affection and love of her parents.

"Believe what you want, Linet. If you'd rather take your chances with someone else; I'm sure our captors could oblige." Terion walked over to the door that was likely barred from the outside. "Anyone out there? I think our princess here want's some fresh air."

As he said the word princess, something began to dawn on Terion on just what sort of leverage he might have. The thought was fleeting, and his mind didn't dwell on it. For now, he needed rest, and if that meant getting rid of his impetuous sister for the time being, so be it.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her eyes followed him to the door and widened with something akin to horror or fear perhaps? Maybe a measure of both, as she heard his words. Her glanced flickered suddenly to the locked door and held there, as if expecting it to open at any moment. When it didn’t, she visibly sagged against the wall, slumping to the floor, knees drawn up, arms wrapping around her legs as her head leaned forward, forehead touching her knees.

Her parents had protected her, gave her a sheltered life as befitting a young lady her age and status. Terion was hellbent on destroying it. Especially now. It was bad enough that reality had come crashing through her world and while Terion had always been an evil to be tolerated, he was taking their parents roles and not n a good way.

The door opened slowly and one of the men, someone who had escorted them above deck before at night to allow them a brief time of fresh air, stepped inside. His eyes found Terion’s first, then shifted to her. His head gave a brief nod in the direction behind him.

“Come on then, girl. Topside.” His voice was rough and crude.

Her eyes went from the man at the door to Terion. They held a softly pleading look, one, he apparently, deliberately, ignored.

“Girl, I don’ have all damn day. If I have to come over there and haul you out, you won’ like it.”

There was a gleam in the unwashed man’s eyes she didn’t like but having been at the end of one ill-tempered man already, she got to her feet slowly.

“I can’t go out dressed like this.”

Perhaps that had been the wrong thing to say. It caused two sets of eyes to fasten upon her and the thinness of her dress. In an instant she was very aware of her body and what was thinly veiled from their eyes.

“Y’ look fine to me, girlie. I hasn’ all day, move yourn ass.”

She tossed another frantic glance at Terion as if to silently plead with him not to make her do this. Surely, he wouldn’t be this cruel to her? To let all the men above them turn and stare at her like she was some prime piece of meat on the market. She swallowed, her brief flare of bravado having now fled.

“Terion….” She whispered harshly, “ do not do this, please….”

It rankled that she had to beg like this but unfortunately, like all other women, she was a victim of the times they lived in. She was little more than chattel.

 

[BehaviorMod]

When the door finally did swing open and the man who had always escorted them above showed himself, Terion exchanged a quick glance before he called Linet out.

Terion kept his focus elsewhere but he could feel Linet's eyes flicker over to him, a silent and pathetic plea for help. For her brother to save her, but there'd be no saving. The man called from the door again, his patience now shortened.

Both Terion and the other mans eyes immediately went to the barely hidden curves of Linets young pale body when she mentioned her current state of clothing, undressing her mentally. The man at the door spoke his approval and spoke his final warning. Linet found her voice then, though small and wavering.

“Terion….” She whispered harshly, “ do not do this, please….”

Her eyes found Terion's this time and his look was dark and knowing. He knew all too well what might happen if she were taken up there alone instead of in the pairs they were usuall escorted out for air in. The corner of his lip simply curved a tiny bit and he shook his head.

"I'm not doing anything except giving you your wish....dear sister." Terion motioned towards the man and the door. "You asked for anything...anyone....now you're going to get it. I'm going to enjoy the quiet and rest."

Having waited long enough, the man a the door, Gareed was his name, moved and grabbed Linet by the wrist but she instinctively pulled away and his hand darted out to snatch her hair tightly instead. She cried out but had no choice but to follow his guiding tugs as she was taken out the door, which was locked behind them as not to allow Terion to escape.

After Gareed had practically dragged Linet up the stairs, she seemed to resign a bit more to her fate, that or she didn't want to risk her hair being tugged out. She knew better to run at this point, but just in case; Gareed always had a scimitar and a rope with three weighted balls attached to them called a Bola for catching fleeing enemies.

If the princess did try anything funny; she wouldn't make it very far. Not that she had anywhere to run to in a ship surrounded by water in seas that no man had ever dare chart. As they journeyed farther up towards the deck, the eyes of the various men and few women that were working in the ship flicked to Linet. Some grinned wickedly, some even reached out to touch the bare of her leg or thigh with calloused fingers.

Gareed was aware of the attention they were drawing, and of a few that had began to follow far behind, but he didn't say anything. Finally they reached the top and he 'escorted' her to the very back of the ship, looking out over the water trailing behind them. Illuminated in the moonlight of the clear night sky, Linet looked more gorgeous than ever. As if her pale flesh glowed in the moonlight.

For a brief moment, Gareed's eyes were locked on that flesh and he found himself captivated before regaining his composure. "Right then. 'ere we are. Gonna keep ya out 'ere for an hour...or till the men get too excited. You ain't no where to go, so just do as yer told."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Gareed was creepy. There was this look in his eyes she didn’t care for one bit. Linet tried to stay as far away from him as she could but not so far so he’d have an excuse to touch her. As they came up on deck she would have had more appreciation for the night sky and fresh air if it hadn’t been for the crew, some of which couldn’t help themselves, reaching out to touch her. She shrunk back and away from their touch.

Linet found herself at the stern of the ship and she wandered from port to starboard, glancing at her guard uneasily now and then. She had never been up here without Terion. In a way, it felt strange. Finally she settled on port side, leaning on the railing and gazing out to sea. The sea occasionally dusted her with its spray as the ship cut through the water. The sea breeze ruffled her hair as it hung around her shoulders. Darkness surrounded her and if it weren’t for her being aboard this wretched ship, with these equally wretched people, she might have found it daunting. The stars twinkled back at her and her eyes suddenly filled with tears as she thought of her parents. Linet blinked rapidly to keep them at bay. Tears would solve nothing.

The feeling of being alone threatened to overwhelm her. A lone tear escaped anyway.

 

[BehaviorMod]

Gareed sat upon a large wooden crate, his eyes never leaving the former princess's form. He had been told by the Captain to make sure she wasn't sullied by any of the men...including himself. That didn't sit well with Gareed. He was second in command, after all; why shouldn't he just walk over there and stretch her young, Elven cunt open and use her like she deserved?

He was bound to serve Kleegan, however, by whatever honor Pirates shared amongst themselves. So Gareed waited, watched. It wasn't until a group of 3 other men arrived, that Gareed decided he'd waited long enough.

"I'm thinkin' we should rip those clothes off her and save her the trouble o wearin' them."
"You call those clothes? Those are hardly clothes. If she's gonna dress like an easy whore, we should certainly treat her like one."
"Gareed; you of all people should be taking her slut body and loosening her up for the Captain." The men began to advance on Linet. " 'Sides....if'n you won't, we certainly will." The obvious leader of the 3 reached out to grab the girl.

"That's enough!' The voice of Kleegan cut through the commotion of both Linet and the men, his sword ringing out against a piece of the thick wooden mast. "Let her go; you all had your orders." He advanced and either backhanded, pushed, or kicked those in front of him out of the way. He stopped as he passed Gareed.

"Defy me again, Gareed, and you'll go in the pit with both of them to rot; are we clear?" Gareed simply nodded quickly, and took his leave. Kleegan seathed his scimitar and inclined his head to Linet. "You must forgive my men their urges; some havn't seen a woman....a proper woman....in quite a long time. You havn't even been deflowered yet, have you?" Kleegan eyed her up and down, not unlike a piece of meat, but he was careful to let his gaze seem to have more compassion and worry in it, than inspection.

"It would seem your brother wishes you out here for a bit, I could use some company in my cabin, and it would get you away from these men and night air. Come." He looked back and Linet and saw she hadn't moved yet. "I said come."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Linet was shaken from her memories by the rough voices. Blinking again, she turned and saw three of the crew approaching her. They were talking about her clothes, which made her fold her arms over her chest, well aware of how she must look to them. It was not her fault! She huddled against the side of the ship, her eyes wide with fright. She wasn’t a whore. She wasn’t, no matter how she was dressed. The look in their eyes more or less told her that it didn’t matter what she could say, they meant to have her. Her eyes darted from one to another as they closed in like a pack of ravenous jackals. Her heart was beating fiercely in her chest and she felt like she could hardly breathe.

The sudden, loud, commanding voice of the captain sent the three men and Gareed reeling. Her eyes raised to his as he drew closer to her. His deadly scimitar was sheathed again after the men slinked away back to whatever part of the ship they had come from. Her eyes flickered toward Gareed. The man was not too happy with being spoken to like that from his captain, but he too, disappeared. Kleegan’s eyes gave her the once over.

"You must forgive my men their urges; some havn't seen a woman....a proper woman....in quite a long time. You havn't even been deflowered yet, have you?"

She gasped softly. Her green eyes held a look of surprise with a mixture of a frightened doe.

“Captain! Please. That isn’t a question you should be asking a lady.” He chose to ignore her remark.

"It would seem your brother wishes you out here for a bit, I could use some company in my cabin, and it would get you away from these men and night air. Come."

She was hesitant to follow the captain, especially after what had just happened. His cabin? That made her uneasy. What if----

He looked back and Linet and saw she hadn't moved yet. "I said come."

Reluctant as she was to follow him, did she truly have a choice? She could hardly remain topside unprotected. She couldn’t find her own way back below and aside from the door being locked, she’d have to face Terion. Unenthusiastic as she was by the prospect, she started after the captain.

“Perhaps I could just go back to my quarters, Captain? Terion is bound to be asleep by now.”

Her soft voice addressed his right shoulder as she scurried to keep up with him. Her arms remained folded over her chest. By the heavens, she could use some new clothes, but she was unlikely to find any on this ship.

 

[BehaviorMod]

“Perhaps I could just go back to my quarters, Captain? Terion is bound to be asleep by now.”

The girl had finally began following but as she kept her arms folded over her ample chest, she was a little slow to keep up. Instead of her voice comming from the side, it came from behind and to the right as she attempted to match the Captains pace.

"Sure, you could go back to what doubles as your quarters if you wished; but seeing as how I'm headed to the Captains Cabin, and not below deck; you'd be pushing your way through all those men you saw on the way up all by yourself." Kleegan stopped in mid stride and suddenly Linet found herself right next to him as he leaned down as if to whisper in her ear. "I wouldn't chance it were I you, missy."

Kleegan continued to walk after that, letting his words sink in before he spoke again. "Also...what if your return wakes your brother? No...he's best left sleeping for the moment....unaware."

He saw the girl hesitate a moment at his last words and wondered if she was trying to put pieces she couldn't comprehend into place. "Don't lag behind, girl, or someone less honorable to their word to a Captain might find ya." He guided her a bit farther until they reached his cabin at the head of the upper level and up a small set of wooden stairs. "In ya go....or should I leave you out here; with them." Kleegan pointed to a few men who had gathered to watch the 'captive' with glowing skin cross the planks of the deck.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She really had no wish to run into any more of his men this evening and since the captain himself seemed to be unwilling to escort her back, she had little choice in the matter other than to follow him.

"In ya go....or should I leave you out here; with them."

He pointed out a few of the men that had gathered and were watching them. The look in their eyes made her shiver and cringe. If it weren’t for the captain……

Another shiver of apprehension slid down her spine as she stepped into the captain’s cabin. She had nothing to fear from him, did she? He had been paid handsomely to escort them across the sea. Linet stepped into the interior of the captain’s cabin and glanced around. Her eyes spied a desk littered with paper and a few objects, an unkempt bed and, she wrinkled her nose, the air smelled stale. She turned to face the man who had followed her inside.

“Captain,” her voice barely squeaked out of a constricted throat, “surely there is one of your crew who can be trusted to escort me back to my room?”

To Linet’s way of thinking, she’d rather face Terion’s displeasure at being woken up by her sudden re-entry to their quarters than to remain topside or even in the presence of the captain himself. All she wanted to do was curl up in a corner and forget this…this…situation… had ever happened. Her body started to shiver. She could have easily been raped if it hadn’t been for the timely arrival of the captain.

 

[BehaviorMod]

“Captain....surely there is one of your crew who can be trusted to escort me back to my room?”

"Aye, there just might be someone who'd escort ya to your room without so much as layin' a finger on ya. They ain't on this ship, however." Kleegan locked his door with a 'skeleton' key, a key that opened every door on the ship and also had the shape of an actual skeleton face molded into it. As the lock slid into place with an audible click, the Captain turned back to Linet and began to pace a small circle around to her front, his eyes on her like she were some sort of prize to be hastily unwrapped.

"That's the thing, though, girl, if I can't trust my first mate to follow orders properly, I can't trust anyone else." His hand slid upon her shoulder and stayed there a moment as he reached her front. She quickly shrugged his hand from her shoulder and it fell to hover by the hilt of his sword.
"You're probably wonderin' what them orders were, exactly." Kleegans eyes trailed down her body and up again even as she continued to cover herself with her arms, meeting her eyes. It must have been the look that she saw in his eyes, or she somehow instinctually knew what was comming next.

Before the Captain could say anything more, Linet turned and attempted to head for the locked door, for whatever good that would have done. It was panic, of course...and panic was never often rational. Kleegan reached out and grabbed a tight handfull of hair and pulled her back to him, his chest against her back and his free hand wrapped around her chest with the Scimitar he had drawn in the same motion in plain view of the girl.

"Runnin or screamin won't help ya, girl. This is MY ship...and you will do as yer told, or I'll toss both you and your brother over the side; but not before my men have had their fun." Kleegan paused a moment, to let his words sink in before he pressed his cracked lips to her ear. "I gave my men permission to do as they wish with you so long as they don't kill you. They forgot the Golden Rule; the Captain always get's first pick of the bounty. That'd be you."

With a smooth motion, Kleegan drew the curved edge of the Scimitar up the front of her clothing, slicing a clean line up through the fabric. It immediately fell from her body to hang at her shoulders, exposing her stomach and the large breasts that had threatened to spill from the material to begin with. Her heard her gasps and words, but they fell on deaf ears. Kleegan owned this ship and anyone on it; she was no different.

He released her hair and dipped his hand down over her shoulder to fondle, tightly, one of her fleshy tits. Though her words said otherwise, her body betrayed her as the nipple hardened, the skin tightening around it as it did. Then the captain grabbed her wrists and placed them behind her back, gripping them with a single hand as he seathed the scimitar and grabbed a circle of rope that hung from his waist.

The circle quickly looped around her wrists and a quick tug tightened the knot on it until her wrists were cuffed together by the rope, a small length hanging from them. He then pushed her to the bed and walked toward the door. "Your tears come too early. Dispite what you think of me and what could very well happen here; I'm not going to take your body. Not tonight. You have a few lessons to learn in obedience and the ways of men before I trust my manhood around you."
Kleegan unlocked the door with one hand, keeping the other on his blade and his eyes on Linet the whole time. "What I AM going to do is waltz you back to your brother....exactly as you are, for all to see. For everyone to see that pale flesh and whore tits of yours. This is how you will stay untill you can properly earn new clothing."

Again, Kleegan ignored her words and gripped her by the hair to pull her to a standing position. He grabbed the rope that had her wrists bound behind her back, which also had the added effect of forcing her shoulders back, which in turn pushed her chest out to an even more pronounced state; and walked her to the door. He opened it and, gathered along the deck at the bottom of the staircase leading from his cabin were his men.

The entire way back to the 'cell' that Linet and her brother were kept was one laced with jests and humiliating words from the men. Gestures Linet had probably never seen before now. As Kleegan opened the door to the room his 'cargo' were confined to, he wiped the tears from her face and spoke, "and so your lessons begin," before pushing her inside to face whatever punishment for waking him Terion would come up with.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The captain was making her more nervous by the second. He always seemed to have an answer but when she heard that key in the lock, turning, it was all she could do to just swallow her fear before it consumed her. As he circled around her, Linet hugged her body tighter. As he spoke, her eyes lifted to his. She wasn’t sure why she had done it though. The words that came from his mouth next, were amplified by the look in his eyes. Her fear got the better of her and she made a dash for the door, even though knowing it was locked. She hadn’t made it very far before she felt pain in her head and she was jerked back toward him. She hit the hard wall of his chest with a breathless sound of fear, his arm locking over her chest, imprisoning her there. It was the last sound she would make for the time being. His scimitar came into view.

Dear God, if he is going to kill me, please let it be swift so I do not feel the pain of it.

Then she realized, he wasn’t going to kill her. The cold steel of his blade snaked up the inside of her dress, the deadly edge pressing against the flimsy material and splitting it open like a ripe melon. Her dress now hung open, draped over her high pert, full breasts. Her nipples showed through the material, hard little knobs of flesh that stood out, not from pleasure but fear.

He was going to rape her.

She wasn’t totally ignorant. She knew what that meant. She had heard her mother speaking with her handmaidens about the subject, especially when her husband returned home from raiding. It was a way of life for women. Not acceptable, but hopeless to stop it. Tears flowed silently down her cheeks.

Dear god, she never wanted it to be this way. Not like this. Not at the hands of a pirate.

The captain grabbed her wrists, bound them with rope behind her back. Before she could struggle to stop him, not that she could have, he pushed her toward the bed, his words registering in her ears. Her panic eased but not for long. He meant to parade her through the ship, in front of the prying, far too eager eyes of his men as he took her back to the room she shared with Terion.

Earn clothing? How was she suppose to earn clothing? And she wasn’t a whore. She had never laid with a man in all of her brief years, had never desired to.

“But Captain, how am I suppose---“

Her words were cut off as he strode back from the door and snatched up her hair in his fist, yanking her upright onto her feet. The abrupt pain drew tears to her eyes again. She could do little more than whimper. Thankfully, his hand released her hair and instead gathered up the rope that gripped her wrists. When he opened the door, her eyes widened. Standing outside, along the deck at the bottom of the stairs, were his men. Their eyes were hot and devouring. A few licked their lips. None dared to touch her, not with their captain right there. She tried to desperately tune out the lusty looks, the words spoken in her direction about her body and the gestures. Tears of humiliation rolled down her cheeks. The captain opened the door to room she shared with Terion, paused to wipe away her tears and with his parting words ringing in her ears and wondering what he meant, he left her to face her horrid brother as the door closed behind her and the key turned ominously in the lock.

 

[BehaviorMod]

Terion was woken by the commotion of someone tossing Linet back into the room, the door shutting loudly behind before locking. He knew it was Linet even before his eyes focused in on her because he could hear the noises that came from her.
Terion rolled over to the face his sisters body, laying there on the floor in a partially curled up position and realized her top no longer covered her full breasts. "Linet? What's all the noise about....what did you do this time?" Terion asked even as he picked himself off the floor and approached her.

The sound of his voice made her turn to meet her brother's eyes. "I...I..." she stammered then shook her head, seeking the corner she had slept in. Terion drew his gaze up from her body and the torn fabric that was now draped over it. No, not torn, cut. It was far too even for it to have been torn open.
Terion advanced even as she retreated towards the corner she always slept in. "You what, Linet? Speak when your brother asks a question. You do remember that lesson, yes?"
She stepped backwards, further into the corner. "Nothing! I did nothing, You are the one that sent me out there."
Terion shook his head. "Well, of course I sent you out there, I'd not have gotten any sleep if I hadn't. I sent you out there so I could have some quiet, not for you to end up out of your clothes with your tits exposed to everyone....to me." Terion took another quick step forward and grabbed the material of each side and tugged, opening the cut fabric again and pulling her forward at the same time. Her hands were still bound, which was curious to Terion, but he used it to his advantage. "You know what waltzing about like this does to a man?"

She remembered the looks, the leers, the jests the capatin's men had given her when she was marched back here and shuddered, violently. She tried to twist away from her brother. "Let me go, Terion. You have no right to treat me like this." She didn't answer his question. She didn't want to dwell on what her state of undress did to men.

No right? Did the girl truely think he, Prince Terion of Trelisien, had no right to do whatever he wished? "No right? You think I have no right?" Terions hand found the flesh of his sisters cheek in a quick but not so firm smack. "I'm a Prince , and next in line to rule the great kingdom that threw us out. I have right to do whatever I please....even to my younger sister." Terions mind was already full of thoughts and desires of returning to the Kingdom and ruling, of overthrowing the current ruler and taking his rightful place. Then no one would challenge his rule or question his 'right',

The slap Terion gave made her head turn to one side, though it wasn't as hard as he usually slap her, she could still feel the sting of it, the imprint of his hand. Her head abrutply turned back toward him, her eyes fierce. "And you may be the next in line to rule, Terion but I am a princess as well as your sister. No, you do not have the right to treat me the way you do. The world is not yours to do what you please in it and I am not yours either!" Where she got the daring to defy him to his face, she didn't know but she had endured the captain, his men's leering eyes and right now, she was in no mood to tolerate Terion's ranting.

Linet had obviously grown cocky, but her voice waivered as she spoke. Her words were as fierce as her eyes, but they lacked conviction. Her body was trembling dispite her words. Terion knew the outside bravery tought to all princesses, but he also knew his sister better than that.
He flung open the material that had been in his grasp and reached a smooth, never calloused or over worked hand forward to grab at her swollen titflesh with a dark look on his face. "You may not be mine...little sister....but you aren't in any position to deny me anything right now....not even this."

Her eyes widened at Terion's touch, gasping in disbelief and fear. "Terion! leave me be. I am your sister not your....your whore." She jerked back against his hold, struggling to loosen the ropes that bound her hands behind her.

"Not my whore, no, but a whore you will be." Terion turned her quickly so she was facing the corner and pushed her into it with a firm shove, gripping her rope bound wrists at the same time. He held them firmly with one hand and reached around to fondle her tit with his left hand as he pressed his knees into the back of her legs to keep her from kicking out at him.
"What did those men say to you, little sister? Hm? Did they call you a whore? Tell you what a tramp you were? How good those tits looked hanging from your pale flesh? How their dicks were swelling with need as you flaunted your body to them? Are those the things you wish not to tell me?"

"No!" She didn't wish to repeat what they said or what she saw in their eyes. It was so ...so ... sordid, "What are you doing, Terion?" Panic was starting to lace her words as she struggled against her bonds and against Terion. His hands on her breasts made her want to shrink from hands but the way he held her prevented it.

Terion felt her struggle kick in, but he was stronger. Years of sword training and hunting had strengthened his body structure far more than little Linet's had been. He moved his hand from her tits up to grip her hair and tugged so that her head fell back. "I'm doing whatever the fuck I feel like.....I'm finally doing what I've wanted to do for so very long." He forced her legs apart even farther with his own and pulled his manhood; now thickened from the treatment he was given his sister, from his pants. Abandoning the grip on her hair by reaching down to pull up on what was left of her dress, he shoved her lower undergarment to the side and plunged two fingers inside her tightness even as she struggled to clench it closed.

Her head snapped back, causing a soft whimper of pain to leave her lips. "Terion! No!" Her voice was desperate now as she felt him force her legs apart and felt his fingers invade her virginal body. Her struggles turned frantic. He worked her cunt firmly with his fingers, feeling the resistance as she had never been violated before. She began to struggle harder and he had to push her more firmly into the wall by her back, keeping his grip on her wrists less they get free in her struggle.
Her hips moved back as he pushed her forward, a reaction to help ease the pressure on her body, and this allowed him to slide his fingers in deeper. "Stop resisting, no one here is going to save you anyway. You WILL be taken tonight, and ruined by my seed.....you'll hurt less if you stop fighting."

He pressed her more firmly to the wall, forcing her cheek to flatten against it. A sense of helplessness filled her along with disbelief that her own brother was about to rape her. "Gods, Terion. Don't do this. You'll regret it." After the words left her lips, she belatedly relaized he could take them wrong. But this was wrong. "Terion, listen to me. If you do this, I can't make an advantageous marriage that could be to your benefit. Please. Please don't do this."

Terion was enjoying stretching his sisters pussy open with his fingers, making sure she was loose enough to take his manhood when he was ready. Then her first words hit him and his anger began to boil to the surface. Anything else she said after her threat fell on deaf ears. He slid his fingers from her cunt and tangled his hand in her hair once more, drawing her back. "I'm not going to regret a damn thing. I do what I want, when I want, and a spoiled little whore of a princess isn't going to stop me." He pressed his hips forward and the crown of his cock slide inside her stretched pussy. "Threaten me again, slut sister, and I'll break in your ass next."

Soft sounds of distress left her throat. Her fingers curled into the fleshy part of her palms. She could feel him, his manhood, pressing open her folds. He was really going to do this and his threat of raping her ass frightened her even more. He wouldn't, would he? She didn't realize how sick and depraved Terion was. Tears started in her eyes and soon were sliding silently down her face, her eyes closed. Her body was tense with desperation and unwillingness.

That seemed to shut her up because the only thing comming from Linet as Terion began to slide his entire length inside her and then back out to the tip before pressing into her once more were silent sobs as tears ran own her face. "Part of you knew this was going to happen eventually. With that exotic skin, those large tits, and frail body. It's about time someone showed you how to take cock."

"No," she choked out around her tears, "you are crazy to think I even knew..." she drew in a sharp breath as he slid himself into her fully, tearing through that thin barrier that was proof she had been a virgin. Her body jerked against him as she instinctively tried to twist away from the searing pain. "And certainly," she managed to through gritted teeth and pain, "not by my own brother."

Terion held his length inside her as he filled her entirely with it and he felt her body jerk and attempt to twist away from his invading thickness. He held it there even as she choked out her words, allowing her tightness to adapt to a mans size. "Oh, I knew you didn't see this comming; that's what makes this so delicious." Terion drew himself out only to press in again, harder this time, holding it again as he spoke. "You did know that, one day, a man would take you though. I'm just that man, and I'm going to show you what your place is...what a womans job is."

Terion's hips drew back, his length following. The force he used to push forward again, pressed her cheek harder into the wall he had her pinned against. Another bruise. Inflicting bruises on his sister was nothing to Terion. It had been an every day occurance. But this violation of her body? Her mind wanted nothing more than to retreat from reality but Terion's body refused to let her. His voice refused to let her. The latter kept her tethered to the sordidness in this small room. Pleading with Terion had no affect on him, if anything, it made him even more determined. What could she do? Nothing. Except to accept her fate. One day, he would live to rue this day, she silently swore this.

As Terion drew himself out only to push in again; harder, deeper, faster; he felt her body relax a bit and the tension in her muscles subside, the panic and struggling subside. The moment of triumph. The moment Linet had realized there was no point, no hope, and that she was to take what was given to her. With her face planted firmly against the wall and his controlling grip on her body, she had no where else to go but where he willed her to.

He kept thrusting into her, forcing her body to rock back against his thrusts as he manipulated her to his whim, after a few more moments of this, he let out a satisfying moan and emptied his seed into Linet's formerly never used pussy. Emptied his seed into the former princess...into his sister. He growled out words of filth as he pumped into her and only after his thickness stopped pulsing and became semi flacid, did he pull out and leave here there in the corner.
"Never forget what you're good for...because there's going to be more where that came from.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Linet never thought it would be over but eventually, she felt heard him moan, felt him twitch inside her just before she felt heated fluid coat her inner walls, heard words come from him that made her feel like something filthy and she wanted to die. Terion removed himself from her body with threats of doing it again and again. As he moved away, she sank to her feet, letting her body sag against the wall as she did so. Her hands were still tied behind her back and Terion had made no move to release them. Drawing her knees up close to her chin, she bowed her head, burying it against her knees, her hair falling around her, affording her the only privacy she could get and sobbed quietly.

Her whole body ached. Inside and out. She was beyond tired yet she wished for repose to take her so she could escape the harsh reality of things previously unknown and by which now, Terion had shoved her into. What had she ever done wrong to warrant such treatment or thoughts? Her mind scattered to the winds trying to figure it out amidst her tears, aches and pains. His threat lingered in her ears, much to her chagrin.

 

[BehaviorMod]

Draga looked up at the night sky and picked out a grouping of stars that hung in the clear sky. 'The Hunter' , a constellation often looked upon by the Duneedan when they needed strength of inspiration. The sky was clear, and stars could be seen as far as ones vision could allow for there were no lights of either magical origin or created by machinations.

Out in the Great Sands, the people lived by natural means. By strength of will and body, not by magical or mechanical aid. Without the glow of such lights to pollute the sky, it's brilliance could be seen like never before.

Draga ripped off another piece of Vyson meat that had been cooked over a flame. Their hunt had been sucessfull and his clan would eat well for the comming week. Out of his four elite warriors and riders; his most trusted was Sethellion. Seth was his second, his right hand man. Draga would trust any of the four in battle with him, but trusted only Sethellion with his life.

It was Sethellion who was tasked with fashioning the left over bone into weapons for them to continue the hunt and raiding with. In two days time, they would have enough weapons to arm all the warriors of Clan Draga; and then they would move on from hunting packs of Vyson and other wild animals native to the Sands, to raiding the smaller settlements.

As Draga looked up at the stars on this particular night, however, something happened he had never seen before. Something streaked accross The Hunter in a ball of fire. Clearly this was a sign from the Gods, some sort of symbol or blessing from The Hunter upon his children; the Duneedan. When Draga turned his gaze back to the fire, though, he didn't feel any more or less blessed than he had before.
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Terion was woken by a rapping against the door and then it swinging open to reveal Gareed once again. He glanced back towards the corner to find Linet had fallen asleep where he had left her. "I'm here ta take the girl, Captains orders. He want's her for breakfast, it appears. "

Gareed entered and approached Linet. "Shes got marks on her....these aren't from the captain. are they? What'd ya do ta her?" Terion simply smirked to the question and rolled back over. They'd leave him alone for now, they were more interested in the girl anyway.
"Get up, girl. Kleegan wants you....yea that means now."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Gareed’s voice accompanied by the nudge he gave her foot, drug Linet unwillingly from sleep. Her head lifted off of her knees, her eyes blinked sleepily through the curtain fall of her hair.

"Get up, girl. Kleegan wants you....yea that means now."

With a groan of dismay, Linet got to her feet, using the wall she was leaning against to help her. There was a grimace of pain on her features as she tried to stand up straight, tossing her head to get the hair out of her face. She was extremely sore between her thighs. More than likely from the abuse she had taken at Terions hands. Her eyes darted in his direction to find his back to her. She had never hated her brother more.

It all came rushing back to her. Terion's harsh and cruel words. His use of her body that even now, as she thought of it, made her want to vomit. Gareed’s grubby hand reached for her arm and she shrank back against the wall.

“Don’t touch me. I can walk by myself.”

She slid away from the wall, keeping as much distance as she dared between her and Gareed, wincing as she moved toward the open door. What could the captain possibly want with her now? It never occurred to her, not at that moment, the man would want what Terion had sampled. Her. No, at the moment, she could only acknowledge the aches and pains plaguing her body. Her face still stung furiously from Terion’s slap. Her cheekbone felt bruised from the force by which he had held her helpless against the wall while he uncaringly claimed her body, showing her who exactly held the power where she was concerned.

The remnants of her dress had fallen naturally back into place, each side draping over her full, ripe breasts. The two halves did little to hide or cover her body. There was little she could do about that. Her brother wasn’t about to procure her something more modest and decent. Terion only thought about himself. He always had. Always would. The captain made it clear last night that she would have to earn something more to wear. Now she cringed, thinking about it. His meaning was far more clear today. Men were foul, base beings. Linet stopped at the open door, turning slightly to wait for Gareed. Her eyes were lowered to the floor. She had no wish to see what thoughts were in his eyes. She might become physically sick if she did.

 

[BehaviorMod]

Gareed was silent for most of the walk, Linet following behind and slightly to the side with her eyes downcast. Normally, Gareed would have lead her through the lower level and to the upper deck by the rope that bound her wrists; but the girl put up no resistance or fight, didn't try and flee; but she wouldn't let Gareed touch her either.

Gareed knew why. He was the watcher for the two captives and also guarded the door. Unknown to Linet, he had overheard the entire exchange between her and Terion. "I'm sorry..." Gareed's voice was low, almost a whisper amongst the sounds of the sea and ship as he stopped near the stairs leading up to the deck.

"Huh?" Linet looked up through the strands of hair that had fallen in her face for the first time since she had stepped out of the place they kept her.

"I said I'm sorry. For how you was treated, last night." The confusion on Linet's face was apparently. "I stand watch at the door....an overheard. I might owe my life to the Captain, but we ain't all the same." Gareed paused before speaking again. "Ain't no one deserves that."

Gareed glanced up the stairway to the deck hatch as footsteps sounded overhead. "I ain't got time to say no more, but if you can listen and obey the Captain, you'll survive this an make it outta here. I'll help ya when I'm able."
He moved, slowly and carefully, as not to alarm Linet and tightened the ropes that bound her wrists together as he spoke. "These musta come loose in your struggle, need to tighten them so the Captain don't suspect nothin'. It'll be okay." the pirate tried to calm the shaking girl as the rope tightened around her once more.

He gave one more whisper in her ear before grabbing the lead to the rope and leading her up to the deck. "Play along and ain't no one goin' to touch ya but the Captain...an me. Ain't nothin' I can do 'bout your brother...though." Gareed raised his voice then. "Come on, girl, stop yer damn strugglin' and get up them steps."

They crossed the deck without much of a bother and Gareed rapped on the door to Kleegans cabin and then lead Linet inside. Kleegan was lounging on a bed of sorts pushed against a corner so he could lean back into it and remain upright.
"You may leave us now, Gareed." Kleegan ordered after Linet was brought before him. Gareed gave one glance at the girl before turning and leaving to wait outside the door until he was called in once more to resume control of his charge, of Linet.

"Good morning, princess, I hope you gave some thought to our discussion from yesterday. To earning the various things and requests you might wish around here." Kleegan stood and began to walk a slow circle around the bound girl. "Your next few days before we make land could be more comfortable, or they could be a nightmare. You have the power to decide how they end up."

Kleegan stopped in front of her as he finished his circle, his eyes taking in her form just like he would the whores at the various ports they visited. "Would you like proper clothes? Decent food? I could even arrange better sleeping quarters, even private ones if you're willing to earn them." Kleegan waited for that to sink in as his eyes ravaged her.
"So then, what do you say? Shall we have some breakfast and enjoy the morning, together; or shall I send you back where I got you, back to your brother?" The look on Kleegans face as he said this told Linet he knew exactly what had happened.

It was his ship, of course he knew what went on aboard it. Kleegan, and the power of everyone aboard the ship he held, were the only things that could guarantee her safety until the reached land. Kleegan was the only one worth appealing to, he was the one with all the power.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Their path back toward the captain’s quarters was uneventful. Maybe it was because she wasn’t paying attention. Every step she took made her ache and winch in feminine places. A place she shied away from giving thought to. Gareed’s words startled her. Her eyes widened in surprise as she flashed him a quick look, not sure she heard him right.

She couldn’t believe he was saying these things to her. What had changed his mind? His attitude? She was still trying to assimilate his words. The door to the captain’s cabin was opened and she was led inside. Linet gave Gareed one last glance over her shoulder before her eyes turned to the face the captain. As the man walked toward her, circling her like one of the predatorial beasts that swam in the ocean, it took every ounce of strength she had not to shrink away from him and just stand there. The urge to run to the door and kick it until the one on the other side opened it, which she knew was not going to happen.

"So then, what do you say? Shall we have some breakfast and enjoy the morning, together; or shall I send you back where I got you, back to your brother?"

He knew. He knew what Terion had done to her and had done nothing to stop it. Why would he? It was of no concern to him. If it didn’t benefit him in some way, he could have cared less. She supposed that was the way of pirates. Linet had little education where people like him were concerned, but she was fast learning. It all came down to survival. The thought of selling herself to the captain to keep herself out of her brother’s filthy hands was tempting. Very tempting. It was no longer a simple matter of avoiding her brother’s presence or enduring his occasional slap or pinch. It had gotten much worse now. She wet her lips with her tongue and lowered her eyes to the floor so he could not see the shame in them.

“Breakfast would be very welcome but I’m sure there is no enjoying anything, as far as I’m concerned.”

It was the truth. She couldn’t enjoy a thing this morning, let alone the company of a man. Her skin crawled just thinking about what that would all entail.

“So, if you feel because of it that you need to send me back to Terion, then by all means, do so.”

Right now, at this point in time, she didn’t think she’d ever find it in her to enjoy a man’s touch. All her mind could replay was Terion’s abuse and depravity. So, she stood there, before the captain and awaited his decision. Neither choice appealed to her, the captain or Terion. She was surprised the man gave her a choice at all.

 

[BehaviorMod]

Kleegan smirked at the girls words. Though they held truth in them; Kleegan was the only one who would ultimately enjoy any time they spent together, it didn't mean she'd get out of it that easily.
"Then let us dine, but make no mistake girl; you need not enjoy my company, for me to enjoy yours." Kleegan tugged on the rope that bound her wrists and her body jerked against his, the curve of her ass right against his hips. Then he suddenly pushed her to her knees, a feat that required overpowering her as she struggled to remain standing.
"Much better. That, is where females belong; on their knees in subservience, awaiting orders or their use by men." Kleegan leaned in a bit, his voice lower. "We wouldn't want your brother having all the fun, no?"

This got a bit of a rise out of the girl but Kleegan reigned her in by the rope again as he unseathed the sword at his waist and laid it upon the bed beside him, it's metal glinting in sunlight that filtered in. "Careful, girl, you don't want to waste all that fight and fire all on me, would you?" Kleegan looked to the door after that and called Gareed.

The man cracked open the door and stepped in. "Yes, Captain?"
"Get the slaves to bring in the morning courses from below, enough for two."
"Aye, Captain, right away." Then Gareed was gone just a quickly as he had appeared. Kleegan allowed his fingers to trace the girls collar bone and shoulder as he sit behind her on the elevated bed; the princess on the floor on her knees facing away.

"Such beautiful skin, and soft; too....it's a wonder you've never laid with a man. I'll certain fix-" Just as the Captain was about to finish, 5 girls walked in all carrying wicker bowls or baskets. Some had berries in them, the others cheese or fruit, the sort things one could transport on a ship without spoiling. A bit of ale was also brought in to help wash it all down. Kleegan waited for them all to leave before continuing.

His hands continued to roam until they were sliding the material that covered her shoulders away, the torn and cut fabric slipping off of her tits in the process, her arms bound leaving her helpless to cover herself. "You are shy, still. This will pass, girl. Now eat...drink. You would be wise to keep your strength and energy around your brother, even wiser to keep it around me." With that, he boldly dipped his hand down to grope one of her tits, the nipple hardening in his palm and betraying the words that came from her mouth.

He would teach this girl yet what her place was....he'd have to. For if she hadn't learned it before they landed, if she wasn't yet accustomed to the pleasures of men; she'd find it a very hard environment in the Great Sands.
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".....tink he's crazy or somthin'? Headin' to the Great Sands? Is a reason we stays away from there, ain't there?" One voice, a heavily accented one, passed through the door.
"I hears there be barbarians there." A second voice joined in with the first. "I ain't never heard of the Captain staying at port for more than a single moon phase. Worried 'bout them wild Horsmen, gonna come get him."
"They control the Sand Sea, then?"
"Nay, they control the entire Great Sands, they do. They'd gut yas and feed you to the feral horses of their tribe just as look at yas."

Terion had heard enough. They were sailing to their dooms, had they known these barbarians would be waiting them on the other side; they perhaps would have gone elsewhere. As Terion thought about home, though, his mind hit on something grande. They may be barbarians; but they were also men. Men had needs and desires and greed, perhaps these barbarians did too.

Were that the case, perhaps Terion had something he could bargain with. Something that could gain him an army. An army that could help him gain back his throne, his kingdom. The Kingdom of Trelisien would be Terion Dawncaster's , and he would give everything; everyone, for that to come to pass.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Then let us dine, but make no mistake girl; you need not enjoy my company, for me to enjoy yours."

She was now more than aware of that fact. He gave a harsh tug on the rope that held her hands bound behind her back, the force propelled her backwards, feeling her backside press against his groin. Instinctively, she tried to jerk away, to remain standing but he forced her to her knees.

"Much better. That, is where females belong; on their knees in subservience, awaiting orders or their use by men. We wouldn't want your brother having all the fun, no?"

She flinched from the heat his breath brought to her skin. Linet knew what he meant by fun. The idea behind the captain’s idea of fun, made her skin crawl. The captain’s voice raised again as he lifted his head to yell for Gareed. His fingers played along her collarbone and shoulder as gave his orders. Food was the last thing she wanted. Linet wasn’t sure she could keep it in her belly. However, if she wanted to maintain her strength she was going to need to eat and it was certain to be far better than what Terion and she had been eating since they started this cursed voyage.

"Such beautiful skin, and soft; too....it's a wonder you've never laid with a man. I'll certain fix-"

She went still, barely breathing for a moment. He didn’t know!

Linet had no previous knowledge of pirates but she was almost certain, they knew their way around whores. The captain wasn’t bad looking, but….. her attention was immediately caught by the entrance of five slave girls carrying in food. Linet was thankful for having something else to focus on other than the captain. She had almost opened her mouth to tell him he was a bit too late to take from her something a man had already divested her of. Some small voice inside her head whispered caution. His roaming fingers slid the remaining material of her dress from her shoulders. It slid halfway down her arms and stopped, exposing her high tipped, firm mounds to his exploring hands.

"You are shy, still. This will pass, girl. Now eat...drink. You would be wise to keep your strength and energy around your brother, even wiser to keep it around me."

Eat? Drink? How? She found her voice, though she would have rather simply remained mute.

“How am I to eat or drink, Captain? My hands are still bound. Will you release them then? It is not as if I am going to escape you because even if I found way out of your cabin, Gareed is right outside of your door.”

The last she said with bitterness seeping into her voice. His hand slipped over her breast, fingers finding, pinching and rolling her nipple until it hardened beneath his unwanted touch. She turned her head sideways, helpless to stop him. Why didn’t he just take her like Terion did and get it over with? That’s what men did, didn’t they? Used a woman ‘s body as they wished for as long as they wished, dumping their seed inside a woman and not caring about anything but themselves? A woman meant so little in their eyes. A vessel. Yes, that was it. Women were merely vessels for their use.

 

[BehaviorMod]

“How am I to eat or drink, Captain? My hands are still bound. Will you release them then? It is not as if I am going to escape you because even if I found way out of your cabin, Gareed is right outside of your door.”

Kleegan slid a knife from the leather of his waist and moved it in front of the girls face so that she may see the small blade. He ran the tip down and then up between her tits as he spoke. "I was merely waiting for you to ask nicely. A girl needs manners, even former princesses' cast out of their homes."

Kleegan slid the blade up over the top of her right breast and over her shoulder to run down her back to the rope that kept her wrists bound behind her. With a careful cut, the rope came undone and she pulled her hands away as the the length fell to the floor. "You will remain on those knees, keeping those hands on your thighs until you have need for hands, or I say otherwise."

The Captain had raped captive women and been with the many slave girls that were sold to him and his ship a plenty; but they had all been common whores and women. Kleegan grew tired of simply shoving his dick inside a hole and filling it; though he still did so nightly with several of his slaves. This perfect girl before him now, however, was no common whore. Her skin was flawless and her curves ample, her body was young as was her spirit. He would break them both, no doubt, but he would do so while grooming her to accept she was made for pleasure. Pleasure and nothing more.

When Kleegan finished with her after the remaining two days at sea; the former princess would be begging to be taken from behind by he and his men; put to use as was her duty. Such things would come in handy if he was going to sell her once they landed. Kleegan slid the knife back into it's tiny holder and laid his hand upon the flat of the blade near him on the bed. "Should you disobey, I have no problems marking that untarnished flesh of yours, a permanent reminder of your disobedience."

Kleegan grabbed a tiny bowl, one of two that had been delivered with the various goods and piled a few of each item upon it before lowering it down into Linet's lap with one hand, the other moving to fondle the breast and thickened nipple he had neglected earlier. He felt her body tense, tremble in disgust at such things she was unacustomed to. This made him only grip her titflesh harder before releasing.
"Now you may eat. You'll have drink once you can politely ask for drink." The pirate began to eat of his own fruit and cheese with a spare hand, the other never too far from his blade.

Somewhere in between the eating and groping, Kleegan spoke once more to the kneeling Linet. "If you are ready to earn some of those privlidges I spoke of, you let me know. If I decide to take of you what I want, before you offer what I want, it shall be for free. You'll earn nothing."
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Dune-Akal. It was not a castle, nor a fortress. It was not a stronghold or a fort. To describe the vast 'home' of the Kaal, Dune-Akal, with any word from the human tongue would be an insult. The closest word would be palace, but even then it was not as rich as one. Dune-Akal had many rooms, all circling a centralized chamber belonging only to the Kaal and; if he one day took one, his Kalaa.

The central chamber had no chair, throne, dais or pedistool. This was not a place of Kings and Queens, of Princes and Knights. This was the Great Sands, the home of the Duneedan and those born to the people of the sand who lived scattered about. This was the home of the Kaal , and his customs were different. In the middle of the central chamber was a large fire pit which hung a freshly killed Vyson and a cauldron of whatever sort of stew or liquid had been warming.

Surrounding the fire pit was the various places depressed into the hardened clay and sand walls for guests and servants and slaves to be. One large placing of leathers and furs was reserved for the Kaal. Anyone else he would honor for an occasion had a smaller setting of furs to his left. His right was only ever reserved for the Kalaa; the women he would have his essence united to in ceremony, and united in body at his whim.

Perhaps his seed would flourish and she would bare him a son, for only males born of the Kaal were left to turn into men. A Kalaa that bore two girls before a single son was executed, but such was life in the Great Sands.

From the central chamber of Dun-Akal was a single hall that connected to pathways branching out like a spiders web to the various other chambers his men, hunters, and slaves slept in. Dun-Akal did not sparkle with gold and glitter with gems. The Duneedan did not believe in monetary posessions; only what they could make with what The Hunter of the stars willed them in their environment. Dun-Akal itself was gifted to Kaal Draga after he had held the title of Kaal for longer than any before him.

To show their loyalty to the Kaal, the people from all over the Great Sands came and built Dun-Akal in hopes of appeasing him and granting him a place of his own. Clan Draga did not often visit the chambers of Dun-Akal, however. In two days time, Draga and his men would ride from Dun-Akal in the Onyx Dunes and head for the Sand Seas; the section of the Great Sands where people who dared to cross the Dark Waters with their wooden horses and iron armors would land.

It would be on this day that Draga and his clan's fate would shift.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Linet wondered what the captain’s ideas of manners were, they certainly would not be her definition of manners by any means. Her head recoiled back slightly as the gleaming steel came into her direct vision. She felt her breath catch and hold as that blade came towards her, sliding between her breasts. She could feel the muscles just below her breasts contract as the blade slid lower the lifted from her skin. Linet needed to breath. She drew in a long deep breath only to find herself slowly expelling it. The blade and its lethal edge lifted, found the curve of her right breast. Her tongue wet her lips nervously as the blade traveled up over the soft mound of flesh, over her shoulder and down her back, causing her to arch slightly as it slid down to the rope binding her hands together. Linet felt the tug as he cut the rope, felt, more than saw, it slid to the floor.

"You will remain on those knees, keeping those hands on your thighs until you have need for hands, or I say otherwise."

Once her arms were free to move, she brought her hands slowly around to her front, gently rubbing at her wrists. Each arm took one small circle before each hand rested, palm down, touching her respective thighs. She did not wish to anger the captain. Her object was to stay alive without having to compromise too much of herself in the process. The other thing that held her in check were his words promising to mark her should she disobey. She was of two minds there. One, she was rebellious enough not to care if he marked her flesh with his knife or sword. She was already tarnished as far as she was concerned. What man in his right mind would want her, knowing she was used goods, her fault or not? But if she couldn’t move while recovering from his punishment, she would not be at her best potential to escape if the opportunity presented itself.

The captain slipped a bowl of food into her lap. She had just reached for it, getting a firm hold on it when his hand slid to her other breast, His deft fingers captured and fondled her other nipple, making it harden beneath his touch. It was a revelation that bewildered her. Why would something so soft, turn into a tight, hard bud that …that… her mind searched for a word as she gingerly picked up a piece of fruit in her bowl and nibbled on it…. did so at his bidding? She didn’t understand it. Nor did she understand the tingling that seemed to course through her breast. His next words broke into her thoughts.

"If you are ready to earn some of those privileges I spoke of, you let me know. If I decide to take of you what I want, before you offer what I want, it shall be for free. You'll earn nothing."

The bite of cheese she was about to swallow seemed to get stuck. She forced it down. The rest was gently replaced in her bowl. Her curiosity got the better of her though she had a very good idea what “earning” those privileges would entail but she was willing to hear him out at least. She realized she had been biting the inside of her lip and stopped.

“Earn them how?”

She voiced her curiosity and picked up another piece of fruit. All of sudden she didn’t feel so hungry but forced herself to eat anyway.