10 comments/ 31712 views/ 27 favorites Pirate Captive By: Nymphadora73 "Bring it around NOW! Push it! Come on, she can take it!" The captain shouted at her pilot. "We're close now, we'll get him this time but you have to move!" Warning lights began to flash and an alarm rang out in the cabin. "FUCK! Pay attention people! Now we are all dead." She yelled, spinning to glare at the rest of the crew present. "We regret to inform you that your children are dead from sheer fucking stupidity." A voice spoke over the intercom. "Funny Reg. Get up here." Jordan replied to the air and leaned back against the pilot's seat with her arms crossed. "Jake, what happened?" The captain, Jordan Daniels, stared hard at her navigator and the man who was supposed to be paying attention to everything else while the ship chased down it's prey. "Jordan . . . I" "If this had been real we would all be dead. You're lucky it's a simulation but that doesn't matter. Technically we are all dead." Jordan continued, cutting the crewman off. "Actually, Jo. The alarm wasn't because we were hit. We just got trapped and are currently being boarded by the very men we were trying to catch." Reggie said as he came onto the bridge. He got a glare in response which he shrugged off, as usual. "Captain, Reggie, call me Captain. A little respect while I'm reaming out the crew, please." She replied with a bit of an amused smirk. Reggie had been her chief engineer for almost two years. They were good friends off the clock as well. He was the only member of her crew that knew how to handle her and keep her from having the rest reassigned, as she often threatened. "Sorry, Captain. As you were." He said jovially. "Off my bridge. NOW!" She snapped at him and enforced her words with a furious stare. Reggie left without another word, knowing he had pushed too far again but that she'd forgive him later. She always did. The lecture continued on for a good hour but in the end, Jordan knew her crew was one of the finest in the fleet. She had trained them herself and this, in all honesty was one of the only mistakes during the current round of training. She wasn't satisfied but she knew that in the real deal they could be fully counted on to not lose their cool and repeat the errors. The next morning, after a brief meeting over a light breakfast, the crew of the security ship Ingram setup for there latest tour of the main shipping routes. It would take less than an hour to be in the main lanes, patrolling for illegal IDs and making random stops to check for contraband. For the most part it would be a boring three weeks but this was what they had all chosen. Four days later, and out on one of the more obscure lanes, the report came in that a well known and so far impossible to catch pirate was seen shuttling out of a remote system and heading more or less towards the lane the Ingram was patrolling. Jordan felt certain the raider would be joining up with his ship and motoring right along past them, according to the informant. The report had been five hours old by the time the Ingram had received it. Kendall Brack was known for his kamikaze tactics to avoid capture as well as the ruthless way he dealt with those trying to capture him. It was not Jordan's first run in with Brack but she intended it to be her last. The crew was kept on alert, the ship was shut down to everything but life support and long range scanners. He would not get past them this time. The only other patrol ship close to the Ingram was on it's way as back up but would take close to twelve hours to reach their location. Jordan knew very well that it may be too late. They'd either lose him or be dead by the time the second patrol arrived. It was well worth the risk. Two hours passed with nothing on the radar. The tension was high. It was a toss up as to whether they were wasting their time or going to have some success. And just what sort of success would they have? They could all be waiting to die. "Captain, I have a ship on screen. Just came into range. I.D. is unregistered, it's gotta be Brack. At the speed he's travelling it's gonna be a tough netting." Jake said suddenly in the silence. "Alright, we sit and wait. See if we can catch him by surprise. Get the lock down set up and the net ready to fire. Brody, be ready to move when I say." Jordan spoke quickly, dropping herself into her seat and strapping in. Then pressing the com, "Reggie, be ready, he's headed right for us." "We're set boss." Reggie replied immediately. "How soon till we can see him, Jake?" She asked. "Within ten minutes, maybe sooner. He's picking up speed. This ain't no shuttle, it's his ship alright and he's in a hurry to get gone." Came the reply. Jake hadn't even looked up from his screen, his eyes were locked to the blip. Brody, the pilot, was tense. His hands were in place to fire the engines and steer hard if their prey made it through the lock down and the net that should, for all intents and purposes, knock Brack's ship down to life support only. It was far less than ten minutes before they knew something had been badly miscalculated. The alarm sounded a second before the strike came. Even though it was a shock, Jordan knew instantly it had been a trap. Bedlam ensued for a moment. It couldn't have lasted longer, the Ingram was in a net of it's own and was now more powerless than they would have made Brack's ship. Jordan shouted out orders but she knew as well as everyone else did, they were goners. Kendall Brack rarely ever left survivors if he actually caught another ship. The ship Jake had seen on the radar was coming up fast, they could all see it bearing down to where the Ingram now floated lifeless and slightly askew. Behind the security ship was another smaller but obviously powerful ship. It had flown up behind them totally off radar and used a rigged up disabling net (in this case an E.M.P. discharge) that had knocked out everything on the Ingram, including life support. Jordan and her small crew were dead in the water, so to speak, and they all knew it. Brack would board them, more than likely, he tended to favour his killings face to face if possible. Jordan tried to think quickly, discussing defensive options with the men when there was a loud clang on the hull. "That doesn't sound like a coupling sleeve." Reggie stated as they all looked up at the ceiling of the main cabin. There were more noises and the sound of a hatch opening. Reggie walked a few paces until he was directly under the source of the noise, a look of concentration on his face. "They're gonna gas us." He said with mild alarm. "From the sound of it, someone is on the hull and right here, where the ventilation hoses connect. They can be reversed to pump air in when we're in port. A refresh of the atmosphere. Jesus, Jordan. They could just let the air out faster." Reggie continued, speculating aloud of the possible ways they would be killed. "Well they know that if they try to board us they'll have a bottle neck and we can pick them off as they try to come in. They need to at least knock us out. At least they didn't try to open the outer hatch, we'd decompress instantly and that would be it." Jordan replied, she was still relatively calm. "It means they may not kill us. They would have already." The cabin was a wash in a greenish light from the multiple glow sticks that had been cracked. Besides that the only other light was from Brack's main ship hovering at their front window. "We're fucked either way, Jordan. Why would Brack start taking prisoners now?" Brody piped up. Being the youngest of the crew, the pilot was looking greener than the light made him. They couldn't even use the suits, the regulators ran on batteries, everything was dead to them until they were recharged. Out in the middle of space they would need another ship to give them a boost, per say. Another sound was heard, a more recognizable sound to everyone gathered in the cabin and all eyes turned to the hatch. The second ship had docked with the Ingram. "Grab anything you can use as a weapon." Jordan said tensely. But, they all should have known better. Reggie had been right. Within a couple of minutes, each member of her crew began to grow strangely weary. Jordan was getting angrier by the second. Partly because it was all happening and mostly because she would not have the chance to fight. Brody dropped first, he had begun to panic. The gas had overpowered him that much faster. But one check of his vitals told them he was not dead. To Jordan, this was bad news. They intended to take them prisoner. Looking from face to face around her she knew the rest of the crew had come to the same realization. "But why us? Why would he start now?" Jake asked incredulously, his words were slurring already but he was taking shallow breaths to avoid the inevitable. Jordan had no answers for any of the questioning gazes looking to her, their captain, for answers. Yes, she had caused a few problems for Brack in the past, would he have found out whose ship was out this far? "It was far too well planned to be a spur of the moment thing, I'm afraid." She said calmly. Out of everyone, Jordan seemed to be the least affected by the gas. She had no way of knowing, none of them did, that the gas was specifically designed to leave women unaffected. Brack wanted to see her fight. A bright light shone through the window at the rear hatch. The remaining conscious crew turned to look, squinting at the harshness. Jordan herself rose to go to the window and tried to peer through at whoever was watching them. She couldn't see past the light but knew someone was there. This infuriated her further and in a spurt of anger, kicked the door with her heavy boot. A thump behind her told her that someone else had succumbed to the gas. Turning she saw Reggie checking over Jake just as a third member dropped. Reggie looked on the verge himself. "You don't feel it?" He managed to mutter before slumping over Jake's prone body. Jordan turned back to the door, completely energized still and not really thinking on the fact her entire crew was unconscious and not herself. Just as she was about to pound at the door it flung open hard, making her jump back. There was a rush of fresh air that puffed her dirty blond hair back from her face. She felt for the first time how her jump suit was clinging to her in sweat. She hadn't noticed the growing heat inside the ship without the air circulating. Jordan grabbed quickly for her weapon, the belt having been hung on a hook near the hatch. The gun itself was useless since the EMP blast but it could be used with blunt force still and Jordan knew how to defend herself. To her shock, Kendall Brack himself stepped onto her ship through the cuff linking his. "Jordan Daniels. You have cost me a lot more money than you'll ever know." Brack said as two more hulky men stepped in behind him. The three men had to stoop slightly in the cabin. "Put your weapon down. Do you really think you have a chance against even myself? I only brought these two along for decoration. Makes for a nice entrance, don't you think?" There was an amused grin on Brack's face as he watched her eyes dart between the three of them. "What are you doing here, Brack? What do you want with my crew?" Jordan asked in a very even tone showing her heightened emotions at being in the position she was in. Brack laughed loudly. "I don't want anything with your crew. If you behave I may even recharge your ship and let them live. It is in your hands now, Jordan." He replied with a cruel sneer as his eyes blatantly traveled her well toned form. "I haven't had a woman on any of my ships in a long time. You will make a nice addition, a feminine touch, as they used to say." Jordan merely stared back as calmly as ever. She had been in the security section for over six years and though she was one of the youngest captains in history at the age of thirty, she had seen an awful lot on the outer lanes. She was not rattled by a hostage situation, as she assumed this was. It would not be her first time being captured and she knew another ship was on its way to their location. "I can see by your eyes, a lovely pair I must say, that you think I will be looking for ransom or some sort of negotiating. This is a far different situation, my dear. You are in a far worse spot than you can probably imagine." Kendall chuckled, the sound almost sarcastic. "I am not leaving my crew to die at your hands. I am not leaving my ship. Kill us all now and get it over with or get the fuck off my deck and get the fuck out of my lanes." Jordan spoke quickly, her mind racing with potential ideas for self-defence. "I don't even have to know you well to be able to read you, all security captains are the same and I have killed many in my day. You will not be one of them." Brack replied, there was only humour in his voice still. "You are too fine a specimen, you have all of the traits I admire in a woman and all of the traits I wish to watch broken one by one. I'll say it one last time, and heed my words, Jordan, behave and your crew will live." The sparkle in his eyes said that he knew very well that she would not come willingly, it was part of what he wanted. Jordan knew he was not lying. Brack had never had an interest in taking prisoners or leaving survivors if he could avoid it. She had eluded him in the past by gumming up his deals from afar. Very few in the security section could say the same. It was very much like something in the cosmos was making their paths cross to the other's benefit time and again, only this time it was finally Brack's turn. "This is payback . . . you don't take prisoners or hostages. You only kill those that get in your way. Why change now?" Jordan continued the conversation, obviously stalling for time as she weighed her options and tried to think of some way to fight her way free. "No one said I had changed. You are not a prisoner, Jordan. Nor are you a hostage. I will demand no ransom for your safe return. I have enough money to tide me over to the next life time." Jordan merely observed Brack as he spoke. She fought to not show confusion. He was planning to take her, fight or not. There was no where on the small patrol ship to hide, nothing she could do. Brack knew this just as well as Jordan did. His muscle men behind him only watched her lustfully, a disgusting feeling that didn't help with her keeping calm. "Jordan, if you don't mind getting this over with . . . I have other things to do too." Brack said in a bored sort of voice. "So go, it isn't as if I'm going anywhere. And whatever you put in the air didn't do anything to me so I will sit and enjoy the view until the air runs out." She said in an equally bored voice. "Oh, Jordan, you are only making this harder on yourself." Brack shook his head as if speaking to a wilful child. "I'm not going with you willingly." She countered and stood her ground. "I was counting on that." "But if you think I'm going to make the first move with your goons standing there, you had best get a new brain." Brack nodded his head back towards the hatch and his own ship attached, the bruisers retreated out of sight. "I told you I brought them along for decoration. Now come on and attack, I know you are itching to. What captain wouldn't with her crew in danger of losing their lives?" "If I behave you will leave them be, correct?" She asked warily, her green eyes narrowing. "Yes, if you behave how I expect you to." He replied cryptically, humour again in his voice. "You're playing with me . . . " Jordan said as it occurred to her that he expected her to fight back. Brack wanted to wrestle her into captivity. Kendall nodded as he saw the realization. "It would be humiliating to merely give in to me and come willingly even if it meant saving your crew. I know the creed. You all fight for each other. In most cases that would get them killed." Jordan raised her eyebrows in full, yet surprised understanding. "Of course, it will be more humiliating to be taken down and carried aboard my ship. Such is the fun of my mind, this is only a taste Jordan, I promise you. Don't try to predict me, I make it my business to stay more than one step ahead, you will never know what I will do." Brack was sounding bored again. "Now, here, I've given you a hint. Get it over with or I'll have them all killed out of spite and it will not be suffocating on board their own dead ship." Jordan was losing her patience. She was hot, angry and stressed to the limit. Brack was playing with her, something that irked her like nothing else. Kendall Brack was not a small man by any means. He stood easily six and a half feet tall, muscle bulging from his clothing. He was like a bear for the hair that covered his body in tight, stiff coils of red, almost fur like thickness. To Jordan he was not a handsome man though in another setting he could appear jolly for his sheer amusement at her situation. Standing five foot eight herself, Jordan still felt dwarfed before him as he stood with his massive arms crossed over his barrel chest. She had no chance, she knew it and Brack knew it. He had not been exaggerating when he'd said he could easily take her on his own. He could probably defeat a rabid lion on his own. But he wanted her to fight him, he wanted to over power her. Jordan understood that to not fight would cost her crew their lives. It was a horrible dilemma to be in. It left her angrier than anything, Jordan was certainly not afraid of dying nor capture. It had been bred into her. Except, she was the first woman in her line to take this career choice. She would live up to her family's long line of law officials, traceable back to old Earth before they had begun to explore space. The stand off had lasted long enough. Jordan knew what she had to do and knew Brack would be ready for her. It didn't matter. She could not let her crew die and was more than willing to sacrifice herself to help them. Trying to make it as much of a surprise attack as possible, Jordan sighed before she did anything and even took a step forward as if she were about to fully surrender. The useless gun was still in its holster on the belt in her hand. Jordan moved slowly, as if she were trying to show surrender, changing it from one hand to the next to place it on a chair. What she doubted Brack knew was that there was a knife held in the holster, next to the firearm. With a quick slight of hand it was slid free and she lunged forward, blade low as she charged with every ounce of strength in her smaller but still powerful form. Brack saw it in plenty of time and easily blocked her attack as she brought the hand up to slice him from below, at the groin. It was on. The fight, while not long, was hard. Jordan was almost growling in anger as she used every ounce of power she had to fight off the size and strength of the man attempting to take her down. In the end she managed to slice into his arm but a second later he pinned her, as if he had been waiting for her to injure him before really giving his all. Jordan was on her back on the floor of her own cabin, panting heavily and sweating more than ever. Brack had her hands pinned above her head and a large bruise was forming on her cheek from a hit she had taken without much effect. He had one knee on her thighs, rendering her immobile as his free hand leaned on the floor by her head. "You are even more beautiful than I imagined, especially restrained. I'll keep you that way, just to see the anger flush your cheeks all rosy." He chuckled and leaned down to sniff at her neck and over her chest. "Mmmm your scent is like a drug. I can smell the fear of what will happen to you in my possession, and the outrage. There are many things that I can tell about you already, Jordan. The rest I will learn with very little effort." He breathed this by her ear, his voice thick with something that chilled her to the bone. Arousal. "Come, little one, time to see your new home. Lars!" He said with a pleased smile as he called one of his men. His blood was dripping on her stomach but Brack had barely seemed to notice the cut. Pirate Captive It took barely seconds to truss Jordan up. The manacles looked old fashioned but she soon learned they worked much differently. Kendall was able to control them with only a few words or a wave of his hand. Jordan was quickly held tight in a hog tie without the use of ropes or chain. The cuffs that had been placed tight about her wrists and ankles were as strong as electro magnets and held her painfully bent, her feet almost touching her back with the pressure of her arms behind her. The strain was added as she was levitated by the very manacles binding her and she was carried by the invisible force through to Brack's smaller ship. On this continued, a strange sort of suspension that held her hovering a foot or two above the floor as the shuttled detached from the Ingram and docked with Brack's larger, main ship. Kendall stayed by her side the entire way, playing with her hair or tugging at her clothes threateningly. "Congratulations, Jordan. You are the first law officer to be aboard my ship that will be kept alive. Tell me, what do you think of it?" He asked with a chuckle as she was 'floated' along beside him through the passages to destinations unknown to her. "I think you have not long to enjoy your ship, Brack. If you think you can get away with kidnapping a security officer, a captain, no less, than you are dumber than you look." Jordan replied. There was strain in voice from the time she had already spent 'dangling' from her contorted limbs as he moved her along. Kendall grabbed her hair hard and stopped in place while the manacles kept their pressure as they attempted to continue on with his last silent command to keep moving. Jordan winced in pain at the additional pressure. "You are on my ship now. You are mine. You will learn to speak to me with respect and you will do so quickly. I asked you a question. Your head will tear free if I do not hear an appropriate answer soon enough." He said with menace in his voice. Jordan swallowed, as best she could as the strain pulled her head back further. She stayed stoically silent. "More? Your choice." Brack asked cruelly. His large hand twisted in her hair, wrapping it around his hand as he applied more pressure to her scalp and limbs in one motion. Jordan made a strangled, pained noise as her joints twisted, taking the pressure. It felt as if her scalp would be torn free soon. She could not close her eyes for the pull on her head. "It's big." She managed to grunt. A split second later the pressure was gone and she was panting, her head hanging, her limp, sweaty hair dangling loose now around her face. "See, it wasn't so bad. It was an honest answer. You did not have to be impolite like before. For the moment that is all I am enforcing. You are new, I am not unreasonable, little one." He said and stroked over her head gently but with enough pressure to leave a threat lingering in the air. The grip returned a second later as Brack bent forward while lifting her head back to look her in the eyes. Jordan winced and looked back into his cold blue eyes. "Know that this is only the beginning, Jordan. You are mine. Understand that. I will make you into what I want whether you are willing or not. No amount of resistance will sway me, it will only make me work you harder and believe me when I say I will enjoy it all the more as I break you." He said with a sadistic smile. "Also know that I can read you easily. If you try to fool me in anyway, I will be on you with a world of pain like you have never imagined. And I know it will take a lot, you are well trained in your field, makes you even more of a sweeter prize." Brack tugged at her hair harder for a second then released her suddenly and started them on the way again to his private rooms. Jordan's blood felt cold. She was more than prisoner, this she understood now. A prisoner had hopes of release, as did a hostage. She was a captive, yes but he had already said he intended to break her. It could only mean that he meant to break her as a slave. It was not unknown to happen, especially among the more powerful men of the worlds. Heck, even the chief was rumoured to have a slave. Men of power had the means and the patience to amuse themselves with the breaking of a strong spirit for the enjoyment of the chosen captives' bodies and servitude. Jordan did not know the details; it was a closely guarded secret, shared only by those who had experienced it and those who inflicted it. What was known was rumour, legend, urban legends that regular folk chose to believe were not real. As it was told, the stronger the conquest, the better for the owner and also the more difficult it was on slave being trained. For the first time, Jordan felt true fear of her position. The doors to Kendall's private rooms slid open as he approached. He entered and her body followed, still hovering a couple of feet above the deck. She could not control an ounce of where she was moved. "Hold." Brack's voice said firmly. Jordan's limbs moved finally, from their tightly restrained position. Her feet were placed on the floor, wide apart. Her arms remained behind her but now they stretched upwards, bending her forward as her wrists were pulled up by invisible chains, holding her bent forward and straining her muscles and shoulder joints in a more cruel fashion. "While I enjoy the more modern ways of restraining my slaves or captives, ropes and chain being so easily broken by those stronger willed such as yourself. I do enjoy traditional means of training." Brack said as he stood before her, his hands clasped behind him. "I do this only in special cases. You are a very special case, Jordan. You have cost me and my associates a great deal of money in the past, not too mention the bruises to my reputation which I had to painfully reinforce. Now you will repay me, with interest. I have patience but only so much. You will learn your place." Brack explained coolly. It certainly seemed as if he had done this many times but Jordan was catching the meaning. He may have had prisoners in the past but she was not just a prisoner. She gathered the others had been men and that they had all succumbed or been killed. Idly she wondered if she would be killed in the end herself. As if knowing her thoughts he continued. "You will not be killed, if I have a say in it you will never be killed until you wither away to nothingness in old age. You WILL be my slave. You will break and I will go to every end to break you. Understand that clearly, Jordan. I don't care if you are on the edge of death, you will live and you will learn. In fact, you will probably beg for death before you break. Ah, I will enjoy that. I can not wait for the moment you beg me." "You think you can break me? You think you will make me do anything you want? You are so wrong you should be committed." Jordan spat back, there was pain in her voice as her shoulders creaked on the verge of snapping. "Oh, I know you feel that way now, little one." He said condescendingly and patted her head. "I assure you, your tune will change. I have broken men who were bigger than myself. All it takes is finding the right weakness and I already know so much about you, Jordan. This will be sadly, easy for me. It's the rewards I will reap from watching you crawl at my feet that will make it worthwhile. You will eat from my hand like a tame puppy when I'm finished with you and you will whimper for more." Again the chuckle, cruel and with the heat of arousal as he watched her. "Time to see just what I have in my hands now." He said abruptly. Jordan saw the glint of light and knew he had a knife in his meaty hand. Instantly she began to struggle, despite the pain it added to her arms. She cried out in both outrage and pain as she fought to try and move her limbs but the manacles held her easily in place. Her head swung back and forth as did her hips but that was all. Brack advance, chuckling at her futile resistance and began to cut at her clothing. "If you aren't careful I will cut you, little one. Of course, you will heal, so I only suggest it for your own sake, I don't actually care if your skin is broken." He said as he began to slice the light t-shirt off of her body. It took a few moments and Jordan was lightly sliced in a few places as her stubbornness would not allow her to remain still. She was no more concerned by being cut than Kendall was of cutting her. The manacles worked with him to allow her feet to be lifted to remove her boots and socks. Her jumpsuit was gone, cut to shreds as was the t-shirt underneath. But he had left her underwear in tact for the moment. To Jordan it was that much more humiliating to have such scant clothing left to her. "Oh, Jordan. Cotton undies? So typical of a plain jane captain. Regulation underwear, aren't they?" Brack teased her as his massive palm slid over her squirming body like a buyer checking out a horse. "Good muscle tone, we'll work to keep that up. Smooth skin. How are your teeth?" He pulled her head back and pried her jaws apart by a painful grip on her chin. "You take care of yourself. That's good, you will continue to." His appraisal continued as he commanded the manacles to straighten her and hold her arms up above her head, spread wide so that she was taught but still on her feet fully. Jordan tossed her head to get the damp lengths of hair off her face. She stayed silent, now, not wanting to give Brack the satisfaction of showing her disgust. His strong fingers traced lines down her flat stomach and teased at the waist band of her panties. "A nice narrow waist. You are every bit a woman with the soft curves and fine bones of an aristocrat. Well built in every way." He continued, his hands moved over her breasts softly then slid around to cup her buttocks. "I can be a very gentle man, little one. You have to behave to see it but it is still true. I will be very attentive to my new slave. Nothing about you will go unnoticed." He spoke softer now, his arms still around her body as he pulled her hips to bow her body towards his and against his groin. Jordan still said nothing. "Time to finish the unveiling and begin your training properly before I have to look after some business." Brack said and released her. He didn't seem to care that she was non-responsive. Jordan figured he was probably very aware of how she was feeling no matter how stony her face was. The knife returned to his hand and this time, without any more fighting from his possession, her bra and panties were cut away from her body, revealing her fully. Kendall stood back and seemed to really take pleasure in just watching her deal with the full, forced nudity. He grunted in appreciation initially. Jordan was trying very hard to not show any reaction to having her body fully revealed to her captor. The restraints held her legs spread very wide leaving the darker patch of blonde hair as her only cover below the waist. Jordan could feel the cool air on her sex and felt her nipples stiffen as her breasts jiggled from the sudden release of the bra cups, it had been a bit small on her and held them a little tighter than her fair size had enjoyed. She was trying to hold Brack's steady gaze as he alternated between examining her nude form and staring into her eyes. It was finally starting to get difficult. In actuality, it was the way she was restrained more than the nudity that was bothering her. Jordan hated this fully helpless feeling like nothing else. It was not surprising since she had been in control of everything around her for most of her life. She managed to hold the gaze the entire time, watching Brack watch her and feeling more confident for doing so despite her position. It wasn't until he chuckled, in such a knowing way that she knew he saw right through her bravado. "Oh Jordan, you will make for many hours of amusement, I can see it all now. As much as you think so, you will not be very hard to predict. In the end it should make it easier for you but your stubbornness will decide exactly how it all plays out." Brack said, still chuckling slightly. "Just what do you expect from me, Brack? To fight every little thing you try to force me to do? You're right. My will is strong. Pain does not frighten me." Jordan finally said, her voice even and as bored sounding as she could make it. His hand flashed out before she could take a fresh breath and slapped her back handed across the cheek, full force. It was hard enough to stun her somewhat. Jordan's head lolled for a moment, a trickle of blood running from the corner of her mouth. "Do not dare address me in such a fashion again, slave." He said angrily. Jordan's eyes lifted to Brack's again, her gaze wavered for a second but she hardened herself quickly. "Why not, Brack? Reminds you of how I am. . . " The hand returned, an equally full forced slap to the other cheek. "I have no problems with marking you with bruises or breaking skin, Jordan. I will do what it takes to make you learn your place in my ownership. And do not keep any false hopes, you are now a piece of property and will be treated as such, an object or disobedient animal until you learn to behave like the slave I ORDER you to be." Kendall said coldly as he stepped up close to her again. His hand was in her hair again, yanking her head back hard before she had fully recovered from the last blow. Jordan could not have stopped the yelp if she'd had the capacity to try. Brack looked down into her eyes, his gaze furious. Jordan had worn out his thin patience already. Her throat worked to swallow and she tasted blood again. "You want to push me? You want to see . . . go on. I will rock your world in such a way that you will think you had already died and you will wish for it." He spat loudly right into her face. "Don't Test Me!" With his final words Jordan felt a solid punch to her stomach. It chuffed the air out of her lungs and caused her body to jolt but the restraints held her in place and made the solid hit that much worse. Brack held her head back, watching as she gasped for air, her eyes watering, her mouth working in silent gasps for air. She didn't even see him for a moment in the sparkles that glimmered in her vision. Jordan had been shot before. She had been hit many times yet this was somehow worse. The agony this enormous man had inflicted so suddenly on her helpless body was seeming like the worst to date. Jordan could not make a sound until he finally released her head and she tenderly tensed her stomach and drew a shaky breath. "You like that? I bet in some way you do. You won't be able to accept your place without it, I'm quite sure of that. Fine by me. I enjoy giving pain and if it helps you learn and deal with being my slave then I will get to enjoy myself even more." Brack said coldly. It was another moment before Jordan realized he was mauling her breasts in both of his hands. "You want to hurt to feel the release slavery can give you? So be it. You want to bleed, no problem. You will sweat. I will work you hard and then I will push for more. Realise now, Jordan, you will learn your place and you will love it. My ways are tested and true. I already told you I have broken men bigger than myself with very little more than what you have suffered so far. For men it is more simple because the threat tends to be enough. Woman are built more stubborn. Makes them more fun." As he spoke, one of Brack's hands moved down her body, sliding between her legs. "There can be pleasure too. And I will give you such a gift." His fingers teased for a few moments, taking advantage of her dazed state. It lasted just until he felt her respond in the slightest of ways, a slight moistening of her sex, then he stopped. "But you will need to really show some progress before that can ever happen." With that, Brack stepped away. Jordan groaned softly, her stomach felt as if it were inside out. She guessed he had not held back with this hit either. Tears were rolling from her eyes but they were only watering. It took an enormous amount of effort but she raised her head again and met Brack's even stare. "Well, I hardly expected you'd give in with a couple of little hits. It takes more than that. I know from experience." He spoke calmly again. "Upend" He said sternly. The manacles moved to put Jordan higher in the air, flipping her to almost straight upside down. She came to rest with her body at an odd angle to the floor. Her feet were near the ceiling, her head down and her arms still held straight above it but angled so she wasn't fully straight upside down. "I have to meet with someone on link. I'll be back in a while. Lars will stand guard, you never know when one of these will malfunction and leave you dangling from one leg." Brack chuckled. As he left, in full view of Jordan, one of the muscle men stepped into the room and took a chair to watch over the naked and restrained captive. "Feel free to toy with her but be careful how far you go." Brack said as he left. Jordan hung in silence, her hair dangling a few inches from the floor, her breasts appearing to nearly choke her. Lars, merely sat watching her with the same cold expression she had seen on the Ingram, lustful detachment. The blood from her split lip kept trickling though she licked at it occasionally. Her green eyes scanned the room, scanned her body, scanned over the man sitting guard. He was large and classically Nordic looking. There were tattoos over what areas she could see of him, including his face. "Don't speak to me." Lars said, as if anticipating Jordan's very thoughts. "It will do nothing for you." There was a definite accent to his voice. Jordan kept silent and tried not to think about the throbbing in her head, both from the hits she'd taken and the fact she was almost totally upside down. She was a couple of feet from touching the floor with her outstretched arms. Kept this way long enough and she knew she would be in more pain. A sort of pain that was difficult to deal with as it was not from being struck. It was a good thirty minutes later that Lars finally stood and walked over to her. "You feel it, no?" He asked without any real concern for her. "Your head hurts, yes?" "What do you think, asshole?" She snapped back. The answer was a cruel slap to her upturned buttocks. Lars was powerful and the single hit only caused Jordan to gasp but he was not finished. "Captain say we must help you learn when he can not." He replied as he stood in front of her again, far enough back that she could watch him remove his belt. "I help you now, slave." He grunted with a leer. Moving to the side of her suspended body, Lars began to systematically whip over her flesh as hard as he could with his belt. The leather bit deep into her skin mercilessly. There were no pauses. The strokes landed randomly. Some biting into her thighs, or ass. Other's licked at her stomach and breasts. Jordan held in her yells as long as she could but as soon as she had let them loose they faded with exhaustion. Countless strokes landed, all as hard as the first as if Lars were some whacked out robot that did not tire. "Enough." Brack's voice came suddenly. There was silence in the room. Silence but for the sound of Jordan trying to fight the whimpering gasps of breath between pained sobs. She was barely aware that the strapping had been carrying on for almost twenty minutes straight without respite. "Thank you Lars, you have duties to attend to." Brack said as the other man nodded sharply and left. "Down." Jordan found herself a moment later on her knees, her arms crossed behind her back and holding her upright but for her head which hung down. Brack corrected this quickly with another clutch of her lank hair. "You speak to my men with the same respect you are to speak to me. This was a result and one of the many things that can happen. You belong to me; you belong to them in a sense as well. That means you address them properly. Do you understand?" Pirate Captive Jordan did not answer. She was barely coherent but managed to look up at Kendall with the something akin to distaste. The problem was, she was feeling incredibly weak and the pain throughout her body was great. "Do you understand, slave?" He said and jerked her head hard enough to make her cry out. Jordan grit her teeth against any further sounds and received a hard slap again. "Do you understand, slave?" Another slap with a jerk to her head by her hair. "Yes." She grunted, knowing it would get worse and knowing she would have to answer properly to make it stop. "Good girl. You aren't stupid. Stubborn, yes but I told you I like that." "Then don't expect much else." She managed to say. Brack's free hand gripped her throat hard suddenly and tightened. He was merely causing her more pain more than chocking her but the threat was there as well. His fingers dug in like drill bits bore into wood. "I could easily change my mind and kill you, slowly and with more pain you thought was possible, Jordan. Would you enjoy being skinned alive? Or having every bone broken with just my hands, one snap at a time until you can not live for the pain throughout your weak little frame?" His face came down to an inch from her own. His eyes were wide in anger again. "I can find another to take your place, one who would be worth even more to me than a meagre security captain." He said coldly, his breath puffing over her face again. "I would enjoy killing you slowly just as much as I would breaking you. You would beg then, for your life but if I chose that, your pleas would mean nothing by then. It is always your choice, Jordan. Live at my feet or die at them, I do not care." His fingers tightened, digging in enough to cut off most of her thoughts. The look in his eyes told her that he would do it without a second thought. Faced with death, in more of a real sense than ever before, Jordan balked. She could not doubt his sincerity. She could not form words, she was gurgling a little but as his hand tightened even that stopped. Jordan's eyes widened from the pressure, tears trickling from the corners constantly now. Her lips formed a single word. 'Please' "Release." Brack said and as he let go of her throat, Jordan dropped limply to the floor, her limbs still manacled but the restraints were not holding her in any way. Her exhausted limbs dropped limp to the ground. She could not move herself and Brack new it as well as she did. It didn't stop him tormenting her though. "Get up and crawl. There. Move." Brack ordered sharply. When Jordan didn't move he kicked her firmly in the hip. "MOVE!" Jordan was fighting the tears that were flowing. She was in more pain than she had ever felt. Her muscles were weak from it and her skin glowed still from the many hits she had taken from Lars. The kick only made her whimper in more pain. Brack was behind her. Jordan didn't see him pick up a stiff, wide leather strap. Imbedded down the center was a thin flexible strip of metal. The first strike pulled a short scream from her dry throat. "Get up and crawl, there." Brack barked again, this time turning her head by her hair to the spot he wanted her to go. There was nothing but wall a few feet away. Jordan groaned and received another strong hit across the backs of her thighs in reply. It was lay there and be beaten or move. Jordan's thoughts were muddled. It was exhaustion that kept her still, not resistance at the moment. Gingerly she pulled herself up to her hands and knees, she only received another cruel stroke. With a sharp yelp she began a slow crawl forward. Brack kept at her, adding words to his hard hits. "Go." SMACK "Faster." SMACK "Move it!" Another stroke. Jordan was unable to keep quiet and was already crawling forward towards the wall, the hits rained down on her already battered back side. She was sobbing in pain but thankfully, for the moment, did not feel the full sting of humiliation for doing as he was ordering. "Stand up and face me, back against the wall." Kendall ordered when she finally reached the wall. "Put your hands up high." He continued as she climbed to her feet, her legs trembling under her. "Please . . . stop." She murmured weakly as she turned to face him. "Silence. Arms up, come on. MOVE!" He yelled in her face, making her cringe slightly as she raised her arms. Brack took both of her manacled wrists in one of his hands and pinned them high above her head. He was tall enough that the position gave him plenty of room to swing. Jordan realised this too late as he prepared to whip the heavy strap up at the underside of her breasts. She tried to wriggle out of the way, tried to squirm her hands free, anything to avoid the strokes that now rained over her front. She screamed weakly in agony as his arm swung repeatedly to inflict the bruising punishment. "You will NEVER hesitate when ordered." He said loudly. "You will always speak respectfully when given permission to speak at all." The strikes continued over her stomach and breasts, the fronts of her thighs. Brack said the same thing over and over again. "You will NEVER hesitate when ordered. You will always speak respectfully when given permission to speak at all." "Repeat that to me." He ordered as the strokes continued tirelessly with the same intense force. "Never hesitate . . . speak respectful." "Again. Full sentences, Jordan." He swung hard across both breasts, striking her nipples directly. "Please." She murmured groggily. "You need to learn your place. These rules will be imprinted on you first as they are the most important. NOW SAY THEM!" Brack yelled the last three words in time with three massive hits to her body. "I will never hesitate . . . when ordered . . . respectfully. . . I will, I will always speak respectfully." Jordan cried in pain. "Again." He barked once more with another series of fast hits. On it went. Jordan repeated the phrases, stuttering as he easily held her up while beating her front until she barely knew anything but the things she was repeating. He let her drop suddenly and watched as Jordan crumpled to the floor at his feet. "Crawl. There. Look where I'm pointing. Go now." Brack ordered and followed it up with a smack to her backside to get her moving. Jordan looked up with pain glazed eyes and saw Kendall was pointing across the room to the opposite wall. She didn't actually hesitate but her body refused to move faster as she worked her way up to crawl across the floor. She was barely crying anymore. There was too much happening and her mind was too numb. She had to focus on doing as told in hopes he would let her rest. Brack paddled her across the floor as fast as she could go, which was not fast by any means. Again he ordered her up and for a moment she balked again, cowering at the idea of being beaten again as he held her in place. The strap slapped hard against her shoulder then rained down until she managed to get her feet under her to stand. "Face the wall, arms up." And it all repeated again. Jordan yelled the same sentences over and over again as Brack beat her back, buttocks and thighs raw. There was no way for Jordan to know how long this went on. She was strong, that was an obvious fact. Internally Brack was very impressed that she was still conscious and still taking all he was dealing out. His arm was finally beginning to tire but he had no intentions of letting Jordan know this or letting her rest properly to gain her senses back. When the round finished he ordered her across the room again only this time, instead of standing she was turned and forced to crawl back again. This continued until Jordan finally collapsed, nearly out cold. She had been given nothing to eat or drink since boarding his ship, and before that it had been hours since she had had anything. Jordan was more than weak, more than exhausted and in more pain than she currently believed was possible. A few of the crossed cuts of the strap had finally opened shallow gashes into her skin. "Up. Come on." Brack said but with none of the harshness of before. Jordan flinched, anticipating a stroke of the strap and instantly struggled to her tender hands and knees again. Kendall smiled to himself. It had taken a little over an hour and a half of almost constant beating to get her to this point. He felt she had progressed well. "There." He ordered and pointed as Jordan looked up to see where she was to go next. On she crawled, practically dragging herself now, through a door and into a bathroom. She collapsed again onto the cold, hard tiles and groaned. Brack kicked her lightly and ordered her into the tub then activated the manacles still about her wrists and ankles. Jordan was pulled up until she was suspended an inch off the tub bottom. Her head hung as if she were unconscious. Jordan was not unconscious but was wishing it to take her. Her joints groaned at being held up as she was. Her head was throbbing from the tortures she'd suffered and now as she somewhat realised where she was, she knew it would be horrible. The water turned on suddenly. Rushing over her battered body in a cold flood that only seemed to hurt her more. It shocked Jordan back to life a little, causing her to thrash slightly, as much as she could really move her body as the water ran in a rush over her tender skin. She found her voice again, screaming a strained sound as Brack began to scrub over her body with a rough sponge. "Be still. You are filthy and I don't want my property infected by dirty cuts." Brack scolded, seeming to have found his amused tone again. "You have done well so far, little one, now be still and let me clean you or we will return to your lessons without a break." He said as he began to run his hands over her body again. "You look lovely tattooed by my hand and strap. I doubt there will be a time when some part of you will not remain marked." The cold water poured on as soap was lathered over her by his hands. Jordan had begun to cry again. She couldn't stop it anymore. "I know it hurts, it will fade. If you learn this may be the worst of it, but you have to truly show me you will obey." Brack spoke almost soothingly now. "I can't . . . please don't do this to me." Jordan whimpered softly. She had found the capacity to think again and hated the way her voice sounded through the tears. She hated asking for mercy. "Oh yes, its so hard to let go but think of how easy it was a short while ago. You didn't have to think, you merely had to do what I said. I knew the beating would help, it always does. You did very well." His tone was still amused but Jordan finally noticed the condescending cadence to his words. "Rotate." Brack ordered the cuffs and Jordan's back was directed under the spray as she was turned. She cried out again as deeper cuts took the cold rush of water. Brack's hand slipped between her legs as he also rubbed gently over her back. The water grew warmer very slowly until it was at a comfortable temperature. He stroked over her sex gently as he continued to speak to her, still condescendingly. "You have to be cleaned properly, I won't have my little one all messy and coated in sweat and grime." He murmured. "I will take care of you. You will be my most prized possession Jordan. And in return you will do anything I say to get this gentle touch, to please me. Won't you little one?" His fingers worked her sensitive flesh to get at her battered mind. "Please . . . I . . . " She whimpered helplessly and glanced at Kendall for a second before lowering her head again. "Won't you." It was not really a question. Jordan whimpered again, her body coming alive to the pleasure he was forcing out of her in lieu of feeling only pain. She clung to that feeling. "Release." He ordered and she was dropped again, crashing to the slippery tub in a painful heap with a shriek. The water stopped at the same instant. The pleasure left her in the same instant as his hand slipped out of the way. She had not earned his kindness yet, it would seem. "Come on, follow me. NOW." The harsher tone had returned. Jordan trembled, partially from the chill of the cool air on her wet skin and partially for the tone of his voice. Jordan made to stand to climb out of the tub and was cruelly shoved back. "Crawl only, unless told otherwise. Come." He ordered and smacked his hand on his leg. Jordan somehow managed to crawl out of the tub, slipping clumsily until she almost fell out and onto the tiles again. Brack had picked up the strap once more and for fear of the pain he could inflict, Jordan crawled quickly to catch up to him. He led her out of the main room, where she had been beaten and into an adjoining bed chamber. "It has been a long day for me. You have done well but I'm not pleased yet. This would be your bed but you have not earned that yet." Brack said as he motioned about the room, indicating a very small cage in one corner. "For you, there will be no comfort until you have earned it." He snapped his fingers and the manacles took the pre-programmed order, lifting Jordan high and stretching her spread wide until she hovered erect at the end of Brack's enormous bed. Her body was still wet and dripping from the shower as she hung looking down at the warm bed covers and lush pillows below her. Jordan began to cry softly again. "And I won't have you keeping me up with your pathetic groans and whimpers." He said cruelly as he came up behind her. Brack, with his height, was still able to reach Jordan's head. A strange gag was forced into her mouth. It filled her mouth and penetrated her throat, causing her to gag. She thrashed in panic for a moment until she realised she was breathing still. Jordan attempted to make a noise but her throat was filled. The tube was hollow but solid and constricted her throat as it filled it. It prevented any noise but still allowed her to breath through her nose. It was very uncomfortable. "Just so you understand, if you do not learn to speak respectfully and answer my questions you will not be able to speak at all for much longer. We'll see how this does as an example, I would so hate to have to remove your vocal cords, I enjoy your screams and the sound of your crying. But know that I will do it if you do not learn. I gave you a chance, Jordan. You chose not to take it and now you will continue to suffer until you learn." Jordan looked at him imploringly but Brack turned away and began to undress. She did not know it but the manacles were set to stretch her limbs at periodic intervals, to keep her awake. Brack knew that sleep deprivation would be a very effective tool in breaking Jordan. She had already been awake for longer than usual, according to the logs downloaded off the Ingram. Without food or water she would suffer further and be more willing after a few more hours. He was systematic in his methods. Giving chances but only brief opportunities before they were taken away again. Jordan was now forced to witness the full unveiling of his body as he prepared for bed. His form was hulking, muscle and bone, there was no excess fat or flab. His entire body was covered in the thick coils of red hair she had seen on his arms. Beneath his skin was tattooed in many places. Large images ranging from elaborate black inked, abstract designs to vivid scenes that seemed to come alive as his muscles moved under the net of hair. She stared blatantly, unable to look away until she realise he was watching her again. "There is fascination in that gaze, little one. On some level you like what you see. That's good." Brack said as he stepped closer again. Jordan watched him nervously as his hand raised to her damp and cooled skin. Again his fingers moved over her, gently stroking her body. "I can not wait for the day that you beg to warm my bed." He said softly then leaned close and licked the side of her breast. "Mmmm. You fear what I can do to you still, you should. Even the pleasure I can bring you. I can see it all, Jordan. You will be a very good slave when you finally give in to what you must see by now is your rightful place in the universe, MY universe." He was smiling slightly, she could see it through the heavy beard and the way his eyes crinkled at the corners. "You will beg to do more than warm my bed, little one. You will, don't even think otherwise as it is a waste of time and energy." He stroked between her spread thighs again, teasing her with the pleasure he could give her then turned away. Brack climbed into his bed in front of Jordan and groaned in pleasure as he stretched out and settled. "Main lights out. Spotlight on." He said to the room. The entire cabin went dark but for a bright bean of light that shone into Jordan's eyes and illuminated her entire body. "A lovely sight to fall asleep to." He murmured as he lay staring at her. Jordan did not sleep, it was impossible. She was in agony and it was made worse as the manacles performed their tasks of stretching her now and then. For three days it went on this way. Jordan was kept from sleeping soundly, though she did pass out on occasion from sheer exhaustion. She was given a tease of water from a damp cloth being dripped into her parted lips every once and a while but she was not fed. The beatings continued though not anywhere near the same intensity as the first few hours of her captivity. As much as Brack said she had the choice between fighting it all or not, Jordan truly had no choice. She did not want to be touched for the pain it caused her tenderised flesh and thus responded very well to orders. Brack stayed with her almost constantly but she did not leave his private rooms. She was teased more and more frequently by gentle touches to her sex and soon she began to respond with just the motion of his hand towards the sensitive area. It was the only spot on her body that had not been beaten to bruising though she had taken a few slaps to her sex from his meaty hand. He tested her, though she was soon beyond the capacity to realise it. Her mind was far to exhausted. Brack saw the improvements and was inwardly pleased though he rarely showed Jordan beyond a few comments. She was forced to kneel by his feet for every one of his meals but she was not allowed any food herself. On the morning of her third day in captivity, Brack tossed a piece of meat to the floor and watched as she picked it up to eat it. She was slapped hard and knocked to the floor, the bite dropping from her fingers. "Did I say you may eat it?" He asked evenly and stared her down as she looked up nervously. Brack enjoyed that softened, frightened gaze. "No Sir." Jordan replied softly as she took up her kneeling position again. "Smell it. Do not touch it." Brack ordered and observed Jordan, looking ready to strike should she show any signs of disobeying. Jordan gave a pained look as she bent herself low to sniff at the thick chunk of pork on the floor. She was starving and it took all of her will to not snap up the bit of food. "Does it smell good, slave?" He asked as if truly curious. "Yes Sir. Very good Sir." Jordan replied as she knew he required, respectfully. Her mouth was watering. "Give it to me. Do not use your hands." He ordered and put his hand down low, palm flat and waited. Jordan looked aghast at the idea, not the action but because she would have it in her teeth and would not be allowed to eat it. The first lessons were clearly imprinted in her mind and she did not hesitate any longer. Bending again, Jordan took the chunk of meat in her teeth and with pleading eyes placed it into Brack's hand. The food disappeared to the table and he returned to eating without another word. Jordan bit at her tongue. She wanted to eat so desperately, any morsel would do at this point.