11 comments/ 45036 views/ 16 favorites One True Master Ch. 01 By: Nique116 This is my first submission, so please let me know if you like it! There's no sex in this chapter, I had to set the scene, but I promise there will be lots more to come. Of course, all characters are over 18. Enjoy! ~Nique As I opened my eyes, I was want to immediately close them again at the disturbing rolling beneath me. Bile rose in the back of my throat and I lay still for a moment, trying very hard to choke the vomit back. When I could successfully sit up, I clutched at my clothes, now soiled and torn. Where was I? This was not my own bed, and I was definitely not back at the hotel. I was on some sort of ship, that much I knew. However, what I could not figure out was how exactly I'd come to be on that ship. The last thing I remembered, I was on vacation with my family in the Caribbean. Now, I was on a ship, with no recollection of having left my two younger sisters on the beach. My eyes widened. My sisters! Just as I began to panic, a low chuckled startled me out of my revelry. "Well, hello, Sweetheart. Feeling better?" The man asked me, yet I could not answer, for I had been struck dumb at the sight of him. He was beautiful, a chocolate shade of brown, his skin glistened as his sweat-covered muscles flexed, plentiful, courtesy of hard work in sweltering heat. I blushed as his pink lips curled up in an amused smile, his golden-brown eyes sparkling. His gaze captured mine, refusing to let me go as he casually pushed away from the doorframe where he'd been leaning with his arms crossed against his broad chest, and stalked towards me. I swallowed hard as he leaned forward, his arms caging me in on either side as he invaded my personal space. I involuntarily took a step backwards, bumping into the wall behind me. The man's smile grew. His head dipped until his lips were only inches from my own. "It isn't polite to ignore your host when he asks you a question, Luv," he whispered, his deep voice and British accent washing over me and causing me to shiver. He leaned even closer. "So I'll ask again. Are you feeling any better?" Slowly, I nodded. He pursed his lips. "Have you no voice?" I shook my head to clear my thoughts and cleared my throat. "I apologize for my rudeness, Sir, but you'll understand, I'm a bit... confused." The man threw back his head and laughed, but I only frowned at his reaction. "Who are you? Where am I? Where are my sisters?" I asked. He pressed one finger to my lips, gently hushing me. "Shhh, Luv. All will be answered in time. I am Captain Devon Drake. You are an, ahem, 'esteemed guest' on my ship, Darling," he said, making the word 'esteemed' sound like a mockery of me. This only served to anger me further. I pushed him away from me. "Where. Are. My. Sisters, you low lifed-" He cut me off, his hand gripping my throat firmly. After a moment his grip eased, and I again drew breath into my lungs. His thumb caressed my jaw gently. "You will not speak to me that way again. Your sisters are fine. After seeing how young they were, we left them where the authorities would find them. You, however, we decided to keep." I let loose a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding in. "Oh, thank god," I said under my breath. Again, he gave me an amused smile. "Aren't you the least bit worried about what will happen to you?" he asked me. I slowly shook my head before leveling his own sword at his neck. "No, because you are going to turn this little toy boat around and take me home. Then you're going to leave and never come back," I said. The man began to smile, his eyebrow arched up in amusement. I was really getting tired of that look. He moved quickly, surprising me. He knocked the sword out of my hand and slammed me back against the wall. "Did you really think you could outwit a Pirate, Luv? And then to insult a man's ship... tsk tsk. Now you've done it. I'm going to have fun breaking you of your rebellious nature. Before we reach the next port, I'll have you begging for me, just you wait, Princess." With that, the man walked out of the cabin and left me alone. I quickly collapsed on the bed. Oh, god. What will happen to me? I thought. One True Master Ch. 02 All characters are over 18, of course. Be sure to let me know if you enjoy the chapters, and there's more to come! Also, I apologize for any grammatical or consistency errors, I don't have an editor just yet, but I did try to proofread my work, as I understand how annoying poor grammar is to read. ~Nique I must have fallen asleep, for I woke to soft caresses along the curves that my summer dress displayed prettily. Soft, warm lips pressed against the hot skin of my neck and I gasped, trying desperately to suppress the groan that bubbled up in my throat. When the lips latched onto the skin at the juncture between my neck and shoulder and teeth bit down gently, not quite hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to bruise, I couldn't help but let out a deep moan. My eyes opened slowly and I found myself staring into those golden-brown eyes that mesmerized me so. My eyes widened and I tried to struggle away from him, but his arm flexed, creating a steel band as it locked around my waist, and trapping me at his side. "Oh, come now, Sugar. I was just waiting for you to wake. It's time for dinner, Luv, and it's high time you met the rest of the crew. There's no better way to do that than on the Captain's arm," he said, standing fluidly and offering me a hand. "So allow me to escort you," he finished, tucking my hand under his arm and leading the way towards the dining room. When we entered the room, I got my first glance at the pirate crew and immediately shrank back behind their captain. He quickly stuck two fingers in his mouth and whistled two sharp notes. The room instantly went silent as each and every man turned to face his captain. He smiled and pulled me back around to face the crew. "Thought it was time y'all met our pretty little prize!" he shouted, his cultured accent slipping away and a voice more similar to that of his crew mates' took over. Hoots and catcalls echoed throughout the room, and I shut my eyes against the noise. The captain tilted my chin up. "Open your eyes, Luv. It's time you know what we do on this ship." I opened my eyes slowly and took in the sight before me. There were three girls, not much older than me, all bent over tables with several large cocks in all their holes. I let loose a strangled scream, and the captain chuckled. "We're slavers, and these are only a few of our most recent... additions. So," he said, leaning down to whisper against my ear lobe, gently taking it in his teeth and sending shivers all the way down my spine. "I'd be nice to me, if I were you. Or I may just let my men have their way with you. Welcome aboard, Princess," he said cruelly. It was at that moment that I fainted, slumping down against his chest. Drake scooped up the petite girl he had shocked into a dead faint. Smirking, he carried her back to his cabin, ordering one of his crew to bring them dinner there. Quickly, he stripped her down to nothing and tucked her under the blanket, settling in to wait. He didn't have to wait very long... I woke with a start, breathing hard. "Shhh, Luv. You're okay, it's alright. I've got you," he said, gently brushing back a stray piece of hair behind my ear. I knocked his hand away. "Don't touch me you, you- you pig!" I hissed. Drake laughed softly. "So it's going to be like that, eh, Luv? Don't forget, Sweetheart, I'm the best you're gonna get." I blanched, but continued to glare at him. He reached out to cup my large breasts in his hands. Gasping, I struck his face, hard. His eyes blazed. "Alright, Luv, you asked for this." He twisted my arm behind my back and pushed me off the bed and onto my knees on the floor. He let my arm go and I dropped to the floor in pain. His jaw popped. "I was trying to be nice, to ease you into this life, because there's just something about you that... calls to me. But I see now that I'll have to break you of your rebellion the hard way. So. Lesson number one, Slave. When you kneel at my feet, you keep your eyes down and your mouth shut. Understand me?" I made no move to show that I understood. Faster than I could blink, Drake had me bound in leather cuffs and had brought out what appeared to be a long riding crop. He teased the crop over my naked breasts and smiled when my nipples hardened. I nearly groaned in frustration as my own body betrayed me. Drake brought the crop down on my thighs swiftly and I cried out at the sting, causing him to crouch down to my eye level. "Wouldn't it have been so much easier if you'd just accepted my gentle advances? If you beg me nicely, I may allow you to remain free, albeit as my own personal whore, but free nonetheless." I nodded my head, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Please... please. I promise I'll be good. Please, Drake..." He brought the crop down on my breasts, leaving a red welt across my skin. I arched my back under the pain. His hands tangled in my long, dark curly hair, pulling my head back. "When you address me, you will call me 'Master'. Now. What is it you want, Slave?" Tears streamed down my face. "Please... Master. Please... I'll be good, I promise! P-please let me go, I want to be free." He nodded and unlocked my cuffs. I slumped forward and curled my body inwards. He caressed my hair with the back of his hand. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked, lifting me back to my knees gently as he stood. "Now, although you are free, you are still mine. And right now, I need a bit of relief. Seeing you in such pain... well, it was rather arousing. So I want you to suck my cock, Little One." I gasped, looking up at him in fear. He crouched again. "Do not be afraid, I will not hurt you, I promise. Have you ever sucked a man off before?" I shook my head slowly. He nodded. "And have you ever... had a man in here," he asked, running light fingertips over the swollen lips of my most intimate place. I moaned and shook my head again. His fingers slipped just inside and I arched against his invading digits. He smiled and drew his fingers to his lips, licking each one sensually. "You're wet, Little One. You want my domination. You crave my touch." I wanted to deny his accusations, but I knew he could taste the lie. Dropping my head, I nodded, just once. He chuckled. "Then come here, Little One. You are going to suck me off, whether you like it or not. Get on your knees, here, at my feet." Hesitantly, I crawled over to where he stood. He stroked my hair gently. "You're a smart girl. You can understand what I want. Do not keep me waiting." With a small, choked sob, I lifted my head and stared into his eyes once more, begging for mercy. "P-please Master, don't make me do this." Drake was becoming irritated with this innocent little girl. "You will do this, Girl, or I will leave you to whatever is left of the mercy of my crew." A broken sob escaped my throat and I felt myself getting angry. "Danielle. My name is Danielle. If you force me to stay and whore myself out to you, the least you can do is call me by my real name, you Bastard," I spat out. He smiled and yanked me up by my hair. It hurt like hell, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing me cry out again. "There's my little Firecracker. But one thing you will learn, Danielle... I will call you whatever I choose, and I will do whatever I want with you and to you. Live with it," he whispered, throwing me back down at his feet and staring at me expectantly. I hissed at him. "Fuck you." Very unladylike, but I wasn't in a particularly gracious mood. He chuckled low while unzipping his pants slowly and drawing out the largest cock I had ever seen... not that I had seen many, but still... "Oh, I intend to. But first, you will suck my cock. And I tire of your stalling. Do it now, Princess." With one hand in my hair, he pushed my head forward so that his tip teased at my lips. Involuntarily my tongue flickered out to taste of his heady, musky scent. He sighed, pushing my head down further. I took his monstrous tip into my mouth, trying it out. I swirled my tongue around his large head, paying special attention to the sensitive underside of his cock. He let his head roll back, and I decided that must mean he was enjoying it. To be honest, so was I. Despite remaining a virgin, I had always wanted to know what it was like, being a curious girl. I just had never imagined I would nearly wet myself in my own underwear while I sucked some lucky bastard's cock. But as I slowly took inch after inch of his thick meat into my mouth, Drake groaned. As I felt his head hit the back of my throat I suckled him firmly, tightening the muscles in my throat. He groaned again and his hips jerked up once, gagging me as he pushed his cock even further down my throat. He began to thrust into my mouth, causing me to gag softly each time he pushed in. He growled out, "Oh yeah, Baby... Gag on my cock, oh yessss..." he said, thrusting harder and faster with each stroke. He was going to release soon, I could feel him pulsing in my throat. While tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, I did the one thing I knew would send him over the edge, hoping that if he came in my throat, he wouldn't be quite so inclined to violate me elsewhere. When he thrust forward, I clamped my throat down on his cock and hummed. He growled into the room as he gave one last thrust and his grip tightened in my hair as his body froze. I felt hot liquid squirt down the back of my throat as he shot his load into my stomach. He groaned again as he watched my swallow his hot seed. He pulled me off his cock and let me fall to the floor, where I scooted away from him, panting and terrified of what he'd do next. He took a minute or two to recover, then casually cleaned himself up before returning to where I knelt. "You were much better than I expected you to be. I take it you rather enjoyed that?" I nodded. He gazed down at me and gently stroked my cheek with his thumb. "Good girl... As much as I'd love to take you right now, I won't. You're a very special little lady, Luv, and you deserve better for your first time." I relaxed slightly. "However, don't think you'll be spared forever," he continued, "Soon and very soon, I will have you. All of you," he said, bending to run a finger lightly across my wet pussy. Then he pulled up his pants and walked out, leaving me to think about what I'd just done. Confused and aching with need, I sat on his bed and waited. Captain Drake strolled the deck of his ship, knowing he needed to maintain control and order on his vessel. What he would have liked to have been doing was burying every fucking inch of his still aching cock in Danielle's pretty little virgin cunt. He shook his head. Damn temptress... She'll be the death of me, he decided. He called for his first mate to bring one of the slave girls to him. He needed to fuck someone, and quickly... One True Master Ch. 03 Do I really need to repeat this? All characters are over 18, of course. So I did try to go through this one and triple check my work for grammatical and consistency errors, but as always, I appreciate any feedback you would like to give. Sorry it took me so long with this chapter, I've been really busy lately, but I hope to have the next few chapters ready for you all soon. As always, enjoy and leave comments! ~Nique After what seemed like hours, I slowly stood and found an extra pair of Drake's clothes to wear temporarily. They were a little big, but using whatever I could find, I made them fit a bit better, so that they would do. Then, checking the hallway for any crewmembers, I slipped out of the Captain's cabin. Sticking to the shadows, I tried to find my way to a lifeboat, or at least some obscure place where I could successfully hide out until I could escape at the next port. They had to stop for water sometime, didn't they? As I made my way down the hall, I heard blood curdling screams coming from the next room on my left. Ignoring my better judgement, I followed my emotions into the cabin, where I immediately stopped short, seeing that I'd made a terrible mistake. I saw one of the crewmen pushing his large, engorged prick into the ass of a tiny blonde girl, who wasn't really screaming in pain or fear. The dirty, sweating man had the girl bent over a table, his left hand fisted in her hair, pulling her body backwards towards him and forcing her back to arch, and his right hand pinched and pulled at her red, probably sore, nipples. Even though I could still hear her screaming, I couldn't seem to move to react. I was torn between wanting to help her, and knowing that somewhere deep down inside her, she was enjoying the torture, just as I had secretly enjoyed mine. I was also paralyzed, mesmerized by the sight of his cock tunneling its way in and out of the girl's tight ass, her average-sized tits bouncing back and forth every time his hips met her bum. Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around my waist, and his hips ground his hardened cock against my ass. He leaned forward, licking the shell of my ear before he whispered to me, causing me to involuntarily shudder in his arms. "So you're a virgin who knows how to suck a cock, likes being dominated, and is apparently a voyeurist. Interesting," he said, grinding his cock against my ass as he spoke, leaving me with no doubt as to what was on his mind. His arms kept me from being able to spin around to face him, or even from looking away from where the man continued to pound away inside the blonde girl. I tried to shake my head at Drake's accusations, but he ignored me, instead pulling me closer against his chest, making me knees weak as I felt the heat behind me and the masculinity rolling off him in waves. "You baffle me, Little One. But I like that about you. You're... unique," he said, pressing his teeth gently into my shoulder in a mock threat. He returned to nuzzling the back of my neck and I gasped as his tongue then flickered directly behind my ear. I suddenly had no choice but to lean back against his chest for support, causing him to chuckle. "Are you really so anxious to join her, Little One? It can be arranged..." I paled and shook my head violently. "N-no, I was just..." He cut me off, his voice a bit harder. "You were trying to escape me, but your conscience brought you back for the girl," he said, nodding his head in her general direction. I lowered my eyes, knowing it was true, and felt more so than heard him sigh behind me. "What do I have to do to get you to understand that you belong to me now? You are mine, and you will never escape me. Accept it, Luv. Allow me to seduce you. Give in to your body, I know you want me," he said, his fingers inching their way into my pants. He ran lazy circles around my pleasure nub before dipping his fingers shallowly into my dripping sex. In front of us, both the man and the woman cried out their release, and I felt my pussy throb with longing. Drake ground his hips against me again. "You can have this, Baby Girl. All you have to do is to give your word you won't try to run. Say the words, Luv," he whispered. I groaned. I wanted it so badly; no, I needed it. I needed it as much as I needed air. His hand pinched and rolled my nipple, and I vaguely registered that at some point, he'd been able to completely undress me. His other hand was still teasing my clit, and I couldn't take it anymore. It was too much, the sensations piling up, building up until I thought I'd die under his skilled fingers. When his teeth pressed against my shoulder again I gasped and thrust my hips forward to meet his fingers. "Please... I-I won't try to run, I promise! Just please..." I choked out, hating myself more with every word. I felt his lips curve up into a smile against my skin as he murmured, "Please what, Luv?" I let out a strangled scream of frustration, knowing that he was going to make me say it, it had been his objective all along. Damn him, I was going to have to speak those words... "Please... please fuck me," I cried, hanging my head with shame as a single tear slid down my cheek in my humiliation. He only chuckled, sliding his hand away from my more intimate places and over my hips and stomach. "No," came his simple reply. "Not yet." I was furious, aching with need. "You, you BASTARD!" I screamed at him. His large hand, cutting off my airway was enough to still my struggles. "Careful, Little One. I've already told you I will not tolerate such a tone. I will have to punish you for this," he said calmly. My eyes widened in fear and he stroked my jaw with his thumb. "You're so beautiful when you're angry and frightened," he whispered, loosening his grip and watching as I gulped in the fresh air, then turned to yell for the crewmate who was still pumping slowly in and out of the girl as he watched us. "Yes, Cap'n?" the man answered immediately, but Drake never took his eyes off my face. "Take this one and put her in the punishment room. Strap her to the table." My eyes widened again and I began to cry again. "N-no, please... Master, I'm sorry! I'll be good, I promise! Please, Master, please!" I begged shamelessly, knowing that whatever was in that room could not be pleasant for me. Drake only shook his head reprovingly. "Ahh, but you have promised me that before, haven't you? I simply don't believe I can trust you. But this will be a lesson you'll not soon forget." He turned to the man who had been waiting for Drake to finish addressing me before he gripped my arm firmly, making sure I couldn't escape. "I'll be there soon, Kane," Drake said, turning from the room. Just as he reached the doorway, he turned to look at the blonde girl slumped across the table still, then met Kane's eyes. "Oh, and Kane... Don't touch her. This one is all mine," he said before he swept out of the room and down the hall. Kane nodded as if Drake could still see him and then steered me deeper into the belly of the ship, opening a heavy wooden door that locked from the outside, and shoving me inside. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light coming from the single candle along one wall, I noticed there were no windows in the room, and it was likely very difficult to hear anything beyond the door. While I was distracted, the man picked me up, quickly restraining my wrists and ankles, even as I struggled and my limbs flailed wildly. Standing back to admire his handiwork, the dirty sailor watched me, naked and spread-eagle on the table, as I struggled against my bonds. I begged him to let me go, promised him riches and fame, not worried about how I'd obtain those for him, secure in the knowledge that at some point I could trick the pirate. But the pirate only laughed at me, obviously not buying it. I immediately changed my view of him. He wasn't as stupid as he looked, just cruel. He leaned over me, his foul breath making my eyes water. "Lookie here, Missy. If'n the Cap'n hadn't told me to keep me's hands off'n ya, ye'd be un'er me so fas' it'd make yer head spin. As 'tis, I fig're he won't be able to tell, so long as I don't fuck ya," he said in poor English as he unzipped his pants and slammed his still dripping cock into my mouth, which he forced open. I had no choice but to suck or choke, but my stomach revolted at the thought of tasting the blonde girl's still fresh juices on him. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I took his dirty, smelly cock down my throat. I found myself praying that Drake would walk in and save me, hating myself for wishing so. What is wrong with me? I thought bitterly. Drake had kidnapped me, he'd hurt me in what called sexual dominance, and he had violated me, then left me in the mercy of uncultured swine like Kane. Yet, I found myself desiring to be near him again, to feel his lips pressed against my neck and to have his hands in places that made me blush to think about. I wanted his soft words and teasing caresses. I pretended the cock in my mouth was Drake's and that it was his hands fisted in my long, dark hair. I shut my eyes, willing myself to get lost in that fantasy. Suddenly, the door behind us crashed open, and the cock was gone from my mouth, and there was a man's deep voice yelling something while I tried to rid myself of the taste of the man's cock. When I came back to my senses, I heard enough to recognize the low, dangerous voice of my saviour and nearly wept with relief. However, the restraints made it impossible for me to see him, so I settled in to wait for him to address me. It wasn't until I heard Kane's screaming curses fade as he was no doubt dragged down the hallway that Drake actually stepped into my line of sight. He looked worried, but his image blurred as the tears of relief finally escaped and streaked my cheeks with salty stains. I felt emotionally drained as he pushed my hair away from my face gently. "Oh, Little One... I'm so sorry. He will not go unpunished, I promise. I think that is enough punishment for you for today," he said softly, unchaining me from the table and pulling my trembling body up to his chest so that he could cradle me like a small child. Inwardly, I was disgusted with myself. I had prided myself on being so strong and defiant, yet here I was, whimpering like a wounded dog in my captor's arms. I must be half mad, I decided. Drake wasn't finished with me, though. He shifted me into a more comfortable position. "Come on, Sweetheart... I'll take you home. Shhhh, it'll all be alright," he soothed me as he walked back towards his cabin. I didn't dare to hope that by 'home' he meant back to my family. I let a faint smile of gratitude grace my face as Drake tucked me into his bed. Pressing a kiss to my forehead, he headed for the doorway and extinguished the lamp. "I'm locking the door for your own protection, Okay? You are not to leave this room until I've had a chance to deal with my crew. Get some rest, Luv. You won't be getting much tonight," he finished, a mischievous smile again crossing his face, turning my gratitude and confused affection turn immediately into frustration and anger. I wanted so badly to slap that smug smile off his lips, but I was soooo tired...I fell asleep almost immediately, still secure in the knowledge that I was safe in his cabin. I drifted off, the musky scent of sweat and male saturated in the sheets... At some point during my extended stay in his cabin, I decided things would go better for me if I played along with what Drake wanted and pretended to be immersed in my role as an obedient slave, at least for now. So when I woke, my master was setting a tray down beside me. The smell of food made my mouth water, and I hardly even had time to wonder where he'd gotten such fresh and delicious food in the middle of the ocean, though if I'd been a bit more observant I might have seen the receding coastline from the window or noticed how the ship seemed to be steering a course for more nearby islands. Drake arched an eyebrow at my response to the food and I averted my eyes, remembering to play the part, even if it made me grit my teeth in aggravation. "Please, may I... May I eat, master?" I asked, figuring that if he got off on controlling even my sexual behavior, then he must ultimately want complete control over even simple functions of my life, such as eating and bathing. His face spread into a shit-eating grin and I knew I had assumed correctly. He nodded. "But I want you to lay on your back with you legs spread while you eat," he amended. I nodded, very confused by this odd request, but not willing to question him. I ate each grape slowly, savoring the tangy burst of flavor from the delicacy as it laced my tongue. Just as I began my second cluster, I felt his fingers part my lower lips and his hot breath on my pleasure nub. I squealed in shock, the delicate fruit forgotten. "You can't possibly mean to- ooohhh," I moaned as his tongue flickered out to lap at my sex. Automatically, my hips lifted up off the bed in an attempt to reach the source of that pleasure again. He chuckled and slid his hands under my hips, keeping my thigh spread apart for him as he knelt in between my legs. I wiggled my hips and he rewarded me with one long lick all the way up my slit, followed by a firm flick of my clit. I moaned again, and he stopped, looking up at me with my juices already covering my mouth. "No no, I didn't tell you to stop eating, Luv. Keep munching, and so will I," he chuckled. Obediently, I put another grape into my mouth. He rewarded me again with another long lick up and down my wet slit. This back and forth continued until I was squirming beneath him, writhing with need. I wanted to- I needed to... "P-please, Master... may I cum?" I asked through clenched teeth. Drake was so shocked he paused, his tongue still on my clit. Then he grinned and nodded, suckling my nub into his mouth. It was more than enough to send me hurtling over the edge, flying off into territory I had never known before. Drake watched me silently as I slowly came back down from my climax. He looked dumbfounded. "Was that... your first orgasm?" he asked incredulously. Shyly, I nodded, averting my eyes as I blushed. He lifted my chin up with one finger and gazed into my eyes, searching for something. "You continue to amaze me, Danielle. How did you know to ask me permission to cum?" he asked softly. Again I blushed profusely, turning a very pretty shade of red, I'm sure. "One night, very late, well past the time my parents had sent me up to bed, I snuck down the hall to their room, and heard strange sounds... I heard my mother beg my father to let her, well, uhm..." I tapered off, unable to allow myself to utter the word aloud. Drake shook his head in awe. "You are..." again, he shook his head before his lips slanted down over mine. I got lost in his kiss. His lips applied a firm pressure, lest I ever forget who was really in charge, but they were soft. No one had ever kissed me like this before. The kiss was amazement, possession, and intense longing, all rolled into a single, mind-blowing kiss. There was also something I couldn't quite place. Was it love, or lust? Was there really a difference? My young and inexperienced mind asked of itself. Finally, he broke the kiss, pulling away and closing his eyes as if in pain or grief. "You make me lose control, Little One. And that is something I cannot afford to do. As much as I would love to take you right now, the virgins do bring in a much higher price." I began to shake my head slowly. "No, no... You can't mean... I don't understand, I thought-" he cut me off, still speaking. "We'll reach port by tomorrow afternoon. From now on, your new master will take over your training. Be a good girl for me, Luv." My eyes widened in horror. I had been under the impression that he was keeping me for himself, I had reconciled myself to that reality. But the thought of being sold like a piece of furniture or a cow, and going to live with a new master, one who I didn't know would treat me with some respect, the way Drake did... The thought made my blood run cold. He was going to sell me at port! I threw myself at his feet with an anguished sob. "No Master, please! I'll be a good girl, really, I will! I'll never try to run from you and I'll obey every command, just please... Please, Master, what have I done to displease you so? Please! Let me make it up to you!" I begged shamelessly, sincere this time, reaching up to unbuckle his trousers, prepared to suck him until he forgave me. He shook his head, crouching down to my level and gripping my chin in his hand. He blurred as my vision swam with unshed tears. "You've done nothing, Little One. You've been a good girl," he said softly. I sobbed harder. "Please... please..." I begged, watching as he stood and hardened his eyes and clenched his jaw. "I'll send someone back for you when we're ready for the auction." I cried out, heartbroken, as the door shut behind him and I heard the lock click shut. I threw myself against the door, desperate to escape, to run to him and make him change his mind. But the door was too thick and too strong, and I only succeeded in bruising my body. Defeated, I curled up in the center of his bed, absolutely numb. It was over. By this time tomorrow, I would already be someone else's plaything, treated with no more consideration than an animal, subject to some other man's will. As I lay there, the numbness spread until all I could feel was the aching of my heart. The next afternoon, one of the crewmembers came for me, yanking me to my feet roughly and tying me up so that I couldn't hurt him or myself, much less escape, then led me off the ship and into a building that was obviously the slave market. I followed him despondently, no longer caring what happened to me since I had lost my master... The one man I realized I had actually come to love. The building smelled like sweat, blood and fear. I could hear the stinging crack of the whip against human flesh and the shrill screams branded my ears. The man chained my wrists to some sort of chain hanging from the ceiling, then walked over a few steps to hoist me up into the air, so that I could only just barely touch the ground with the tips of my toes, and presenting my shapely and still naked body to the crowd. As the announcer began to introduce me, I lowered my eyes and hung my head as much as I comfortably could. But from the edges of my vision, I saw familiar movement in the back corner of the room. My master watched me silently, pain written across his face as he watched me give up, my spirit broken, his arms crossed over his heart. Once more I began to sob and struggle against my chains. The announcer took the whip to my breasts and I cried out. "No! Master, please! I'm sorry! Please forgive me!" Slowly, he shook his head, mouthing to me once before turning away. "Be a good girl, Luv." My tortured cry caused him to pause, his shoulders tensing, then shake it off and continue walking out. Once more I hung my head, my tears falling silently onto my naked breasts. Eventually, I was sold, an old, ugly man coming to claim me. I fell to the floor after they released the chain suspending me in the air and curled up into a fetal position, too heartbroken to even cry anymore. The man took my leash, yanking me up harshly and leading me out to his personal carriage. I followed him meekly. Maybe if I'm lucky, he'll take his pleasure from me and then kill me, I thought, depressed and dejected, crying myself to sleep on the cold carriage floor. Wow. Quite a cliffhanger, if I do say so myself. Seriously though, I try not to do cliffhangers too often, but I wasn't sure where I wanted to take this and the chapter was getting pretty long. But let me know if you have any suggestions for things you would like to see in the next few chapters! See you all very soon... One True Master Ch. 04 Hey guys, so I received a lot of hateful comments on my last chapter, and the only real reason I posted this one was because I owed it to my loyal fans. So in response to my haters, you guys know that if you don't like it you don't have to read it right? Anyway, if you like this story and would like for it to continue, please email or comment POSITIVE responses to me. Thanks! P.S. All characters are over 18! ~Nique Over the next few weeks I got used to my new schedule. I would wake at five every morning and rise from my mat on the floor beside my new master's bed and run his bath and lay out his clothes. Then I had to crawl up on the bed and wake him with a blowjob. I didn't want to even touch the sadistic fucker, and he was so old I was sure he wouldn't be able to make me if it weren't for his personal guards. They never left his side, not even in sleep, and they enforced his every command with brutal cruelty. When the man woke, he would thrust his hips up into my mouth while I gagged and cried until he came violently down my throat. I had learned not to even try to wipe my face or get the taste out of my mouth or he would get angry, and then he'd make me, or rather his guards would make me do unspeakable things, things that I'd never dreamed I'd be doing. He would lick my cunt until I screamed at him for release, and then he'd stop and force me to instead bathe and dress him, pausing only long enough for another morning blowjob. Since he was far too old to actually fuck me, which I was somewhat grateful for, the bastard made me masturbate for his pleasure before he'd lead me along behind him like a dog to breakfast. Breakfast consisted of me degrading myself in front of all his workers and guards, displaying my body for the entire hall on top of a platform like a common whore. If he deemed me particularly naughty or disrespectful or lax in my duties, he would allow his men to fuck me in the behind and mouth until I couldn't take any more. Believing I was a little too plump for his tastes, my new master refused to feed me, making me spend all my time chained to a table in his foyer, so that his men could caress my body as they walked in and out all day, so long as they didn't penetrate my womanhood. He was saving that for something special, he told me once. I was so weak and broken, my skin covered in bruises and cuts from my futile struggles against my new master's will, and my once lustrous hair dull from poor nutrition. I had to constantly fight the hunger pains and unbearable thirst. I had tried to simply give into his demands, but he enjoyed my struggles, and was displeased when I refused to fight. I simply could not win. My spirit was broken, and I wished for death every waking moment. I was no longer the proud young woman I once had been, I had lost my will to fight anymore. After all, what was the point? It was one afternoon that changed everything. On that fateful day, I had been beaten by one of his guards for crying in my sleep. I had been having recurring nightmares for weeks, and my new master was finally tired of it. He had his henchmen chain me to the table, as they did every day, and they were not gentle. The lacerations against my back burned like the fires of hell as I was forced to lie on my back. My wrists were already red and raw and the chains only made my skin even angrier. Blood dripped off the table from where my wounds had reopened, and my split lip made even whispering painful. I was in so much pain I thought I was hallucinating. I was waiting for the next man to come along and touch my body, knowing I would be expected to struggle or I would be punished again. The he was there, standing over me, his brow furrowed. I let my eyes drop, deflating into the table, waiting for the hallucination to go away. But he didn't. Instead, he reached out and stroked his knuckles down the side of my cheek, hesitating slightly when I flinched away from his hand. "Oh my precious, precious Little One," he whispered softly. "What has he done to you? He's broken your delicious spirit. I never would have thought that possible. But in the process he's also broken you." I just let the tears fall as I turned my head away. Seeing him was just too painful. I had ached for his touch, his teasing caresses and gentle words, those memories had kept me alive. But to see him now was only torturous as I remembered where I was. Just then, another man walked by and smiled at me cruelly, making me wince. This man I knew well. He was as cruel as his smile suggested, and found ways to abuse me often. The man stopped, as I knew he would, to pinch and twist my sore nipples roughly, causing me to cry out and arch my back, which in turn caused me to scream in pain as my wounds burned as if I could feel my flesh being torn apart all over again. My vision swam and my head felt fuzzy. I finally relaxed my spine, the blood dripping faster onto the marble floor. Though my eyes were filled with shed and unshed tears, I turned my head back to meet the Captain's eyes, hoping to find a forgiving face as I floated off into oblivion. He didn't look forgiving though. He looked stunned and horrified, with fury turning his eyes a much darker shade. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me, one day," I whispered to the hallucination of my true master before my body shook once and I passed out from the pain. **************************** Devon Drake had stopped by an old client's estate to deliver a new set of particularly nasty whips, smiling to himself as he remembered this customer's violent tendencies with his slaves. He'd let himself into the foyer after passing by the security tower, and had seen the girl chained in the hall. She was incredibly thin, particularly for his tastes, but she was very pretty. She reminded him of the one girl he'd regretted allowing to slip through his fingers. He stared down in horror at Danielle. He body was covered in the signs of abuse, and all the light had gone out of her eyes. She didn't even seem to recognize him at first. She flinched away from his touch and his blackened heart broke. Then the man had come by and roughly fondled her breast, causing her to cry out and he body to arch. The he'd seen the blood dripping across the table and leaking from huge, gaping wounds across her back, as if she'd been beaten with knives. When the man walked away, she'd looked up and met his eyes, whispering through a sore throat and a split lip that she was sorry, and asked for his forgiveness. Her body shook in what looked like a death throw and then she slumped against her bonds, having fainted away cold. Drake panicked, running his hands across her face and trying to wake her up. "No, Baby, you can't die on me like this, you just can't! Come on, Sweetheart, Come on!" She didn't respond and he ran his hands through his hair, thinking. He turned back to her. "Don't worry, I'll get you out of here. Oh god, you never did anything wrong, Luv, I'll get you back. Just hang in there for me, okay? Just hang on," he finished, storming out of the room and into her master's study, slamming the whips down on the desk. "How much do you want for the girl out there?" he nearly spat at his old customer. The man raised an eyebrow. "Well she hasn't worked out as I had hoped. She hasn't fought me like I thought she would, and she's got some real behavioral problems." The man chatted amiably as if the life of the woman he loved wasn't hanging in the balance. Drake nearly snarled as he thought about how the man had dealt with Danielle's 'behavioral problems'. He asked again through gritted teeth. "How much?" The older man smiled at him, his teeth rotting and yellow. "25,000 pounds," he said. Drake flinched but pulled out his money purse, glad he's insisted his earlier customer pay in cash. He counted out fifteen gold pieces and threw them towards the greedy man, knowing that in her condition, Danielle wasn't worth that much and that the man had paid much less for her, but also knowing that her true value could never be expressed by all the gold coins in the entire sea and that he would pay every last one for her. "Very well. Here it is. I will take her with me now as I leave port in the morning. Send me her papers by mail courier. Good day," he said over his shoulder as he had already started out of the room. When he reached the girl, he carefully unchained her wrists and ankles, cradling her to his chest gently. He looked at the raw, angry wounds of which she would probably always bear the scars as a result of the carelessness and cruelty of this man. He gripped her tighter. "It's okay Luv. I've got you now. You'll never be hurt again," he whispered to her limp form, carrying her himself out the door, never looking back. **************************** When I woke again, I was not on the table, nor was I on any of my mats. I was in a bed, though it was not as extravagant as that monster's. So where was I? The sheets felt vaguely familiar and my eyes fluttered as I let the smell wrap around me, caressing my senses. I knew that smell. Just then, I heard him shift in the room. Ignoring the pain that wracked my body and nearly caused me to cry out, I sank to my knees in the 'waiting' position at his feet. He tilted my chin up and I blinked in surprise. "Master!" I exclaimed, long past my previous reservations to the term. Now I knew it meant the utmost respect and love I had for this man. But I had also shifted too suddenly and a burning pain shot up my spine, and my breath came out in short gasps. Drake looked sad. "Move slowly. I put a salve on you wounds and bandaged them, but it will take you awhile to heal." I dropped my gaze, ashamed he had seen those old scars, even as he must have bandaged the new. It hadn't been my first brutal beating, and I had not been so well taken care of before, leaving ugly, jagged scars where the worst gashes had been. "Thank you, Master," I said softly. He was silent, and I could imagine his normally stoic face twisted, his brow furrowed and his lips pursed. He sighed and lifted his hand. I flinched away instinctively, but he didn't strike me. Instead he brushed his hand through his hair, then lowered it slowly, so as not to startle me again. "I have never felt the way I feel about you with any other slave I have ever taken and sold. I thought that I could not afford the distraction you are to me. But you turned my whole life upside down when you boarded my ship all those weeks ago, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since... I can't even bear to see you on your knees now. I hate that I let you eave me, knowing that you would be sold, and I didn't even stick around long enough to make sure you were sold to someone who would treat you well. And seeing what that bastard did to you... If we weren't already a day at sea I'd turn around and find him to kill him... I can't let you go, Danielle. You'd just be fair game. And this time I'm not letting you get away from me. Come here," he said, lifting me to my feet and spreading his arms to envelope me in his embrace. He kissed the top of my head. "Marry me," he whispered against my hair. I began to sob and he tensed, alarmed. He eased me away from his chest so he could look down into my watery eyes. "What's wrong, Luv?" he asked, using his old pet name for me. I sniffled. "When he beat me, when he humiliated me. When he let his men rape me, still I refused to call him 'master'. I felt he didn't deserve the title. That was why he hated me so much. But there can only be one master of my heart and it is you," I croaked. He kissed me softly, his lips only asking for my affirmation. I gave it freely. "I love you too," he whispered after he'd pulled away. I smiled, knowing he'd understood the unspoken promise behind my words. But he had given me so much. He'd taught me how strong I really was, and that sometimes it is okay to submit to one who holds your heart. And he'd come back for me, he'd saved me. I could give him a special gift as well, the last thing I had to give him. I looked up into his eyes, feeling more alive than I had for the weeks that had felt to me like years. "Though he and his men abused me, they left me with one thing, and now I offer this thing to you. I am still a virgin," I said without ever taking my eyes off his face, watching for his reaction. He looked stunned, then his eyes sparkled and i knew I had pleased him. He hesitated for a moment, though. He touched the bandages on my back so gently I hardly felt it. "That is an incredible gift, Luv. But what about your back? I can wait for a few weeks and-" I cut him off, pressing one finger to his lips to quiet him. "You make me feel better just by being here with me. I will be fine, I am a much different girl than I was a few weeks ago, much more accustomed to pain. Also, whatever salve you put on my back has taken away much of the pain, even from a few moments ago," I finished. He hesitated no longer, dipping his fingers in between my legs with excitement. "Then let's have a look, shall we?" he asked mischievously. I only smiled a spread my legs wider, giving him the freedom to explore my body. He pushed me backwards onto the bed, allowing me a moment to make myself comfortable before he followed, gazing down at my body hungrily. I exposed myself to him, knowing that I was dripping with arousal and hungry for his touch, despite the pain in my back. He smiled up at me and spread my lower lips. "Mmmm, you're so wet," he murmured, "Tell me you want me. Tell me you want me to lick your wet pussy, to impale you with my thick cock." I groaned, more moisture rushing down to lubricate my channel for his intrusion. I felt something welling up in my chest, a joy so exquisite I cried out with abandon, "YEEEESSSSSS...." His hot breath teased my clit mercilessly and he smiled again. Then he leaned down and his hot tongue brushed over my nub and I cried out in pleasure, thrusting my hips up in spite of the pain it caused. "Oh yeah, you're going to be a good fuck, Baby," he said, his voice husky with lust. I groaned and moaned as he licked me to a quick orgasm, where I came hard on his tongue. When my body stopped shaking, Drake withdrew, climbing upwards to my mouth. His long, thick cock brushed against my lips, his precum coating them like a strange gloss. I let my soft tongue flicker over the head of his cock. He groaned and pushed forward, urging me on. I took the head of his cock into my mouth, paying special attention to his sensitive spots. He groaned and gripped my hair, pulling me further down onto his long member. Gagging slightly, I ignored my body's reaction and the slight stiffness in my neck so that I could bob y head up and down on his cock vigorously. Drake groaned loudly as he shot his thick load down my throat. I smiled and licked the rest of his cum off his still hard and throbbing cock, before licking my own lips for the last taste of the evidence of his lust. He panted above me lightly. "I had forgotten... just how good you were... at that," he panted as he moved down my body until his cock was positioned at my slit again. I reached up and ran my fingers through his dark hair. I wanted to say it. I needed him to know. "I love you, Drake," I said softly, breaking protocol by not calling him master. He kissed me gently. "My clients call me Drake. My crew calls me Captain Drake. My former slaves called me Master Drake. But the woman I love, the woman who will soon be my wife, the woman I'm about to fuck senseless... Will call me Devon," he said, shoving his hips forward and burying himself inside my cunt and ripping through my virginity in one powerful thrust. I cried out at the sharp pain. but quieted as he paused, allowing me to relax and get used to his length and girth. I panted with the effort. "Oh god you're so big," I muttered under my breath, knowing he could probably hear me. He had. He nuzzle my neck, placing slow, heated kisses against my skin. "The worst is over now. Just enjoy," he said, claiming my lips in a possessive kiss. I sighed, parting my lips, and he took my invitation, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, imitating what he would soon be doing with his cock in my pussy.He pulled away after a few moments, and I blinked up at his dazedly. Slowly, oh so slowly, he drew his hips back, pulling his cock almost all the way out before plunging into me again and again. I began to feel myself heating up, and I moaned in exquisite pleasure as his tip hit my cervix with every thrust. He was so hot, burning through my skin as he chest brushed my full breasts. I was so full, his cock was so long and thick it was very nearly painful, but it only caused me that much more pleasure. Devon began to pump into me faster, thrusting harder and harder. My back protested loudly but I didn't want Devon to stop, so I said nothing, instead focusing on what was going on inside my body. Devon grunted with every thrust, his firm ass flexing beneath my fingertips as I clawed at his back and ass. He growled out, "So fucking tight... Oh god, I'm going to... Fuck. Soon. I can't hold back much longer, Baby. I'm going to..." I was right there with him. I screamed as my body convulsed around his cock, my cunt squeezing his cock like a vise. He groaned and released his load inside my dripping pussy. He shot load after hot load into me, making my belly swell slightly with his cum. He collapsed on top of me, panting, both of our bodies covered in a sheen of perspiration. Slowly, his cock softened, becoming flaccid and slipping out of my cunt. He rolled off me and pulled me close, kissing the top of my head as he held me in the shelter of his arms. "My precious Little One..." he murmured. I sighed in contentment, nuzzling his neck as I turned my body towards him, taking some of the pressure off my throbbing back. "I love you, Devon," I whispered. He closed his eyes in pleasure at my words and a smile brushed his lips. He kissed my forehead. "I love you too, Danielle. You're a very good girl. Get some rest, Luv. You'll need it in the next few days," he whispered back, pulling the blankets up over us both with his free arm. I nodded, laying my head against his bare chest with a smile as he stroked my hair gently. "Yes, Master," I said as i drifted off to sleep...