Captain Emrah Jackson Ch. 31

He loomed over me causing my voice to crack.

He chuckled.

"Don't be shy," he said, softly. Then he reached out and cupped my breast. His grin widened as he gave it a firm squeeze. I tried to wriggle away, but one of his crewmen stood behind me and held me in place.

"Stop that right now," Emrah shouted.

He turned to her and started to tell her that she would fetch a good price at a slave market. I couldn't help but begin to tremble.

He barked orders at his men. He told them to open a communication channel with the UEN and to take me and Dex below. I watched as he kept Emrah with him and prayed she would be okay.

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Once we were on a lower deck, our hands were unlocked and we were thrown into separate barred cells that looked more like cages. There was a cage in between us that separated us. Meaning we couldn't even sit together.

"It's Dex by the way," the lieutenant said to me quietly.

"Talia," I replied.

One of the pirates lingered by the bars of my cell.

"What's your name pretty?" he whispered and held his hand for me.

I crawled into the far corner and drew my legs up to my chest.

He made a few kissing noises, but as I wasn't responding, he finally got bored.

I was shivering, it was so cold. I hadn't had much sleep that night and tried to close my eyes. Sleep didn't come, but tears did, and I quietly wept.

I must have drifted off, as the sound of clanging metal awoke me. It was the door to the cell next to me being opened. It was Emrah, she was pushed inside. Her tunic had been torn open, and I could only imagine the worst. I wanted to talk to her, but I didn't want to know I just wanted to get out of here. I put my head down against my knees again and tightly closed my eyes.

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I eventually found sleep, and when I woke I was still in the cage. Emrah was still there and was busy sewing the buttons back onto her tunic. I thought back to the night before and how we had been in bed together when the attack had happened.

She noticed that I had woken up, and told me that everything was going to be okay. I didn't much believe her but tried to smile at her. Then I asked her if it was our fault.

"Not at all," she said, with one of her smiles. She then told me to come closer, and I shuffled over. She put her arms through the bars and embraced me. It was so comforting, and then she gave me a little kiss through the bars. Dex was nearby but I don't think she minded anymore.

We sat like that for hours in the gloom and freezing temperature. Not saying a word, just holding each other.

Then a pirate appeared and took Emrah out for what, I didn't know. It was just me and Dex again.

"How you holding up, kid?"

"I'm okay," I said, with a lump in my throat.

He winked and told me we would be home soon. I watched as he picked up a tiny screw and began tapping it on one of the bars. Off in the distance, I heard taps echoing back. It was Morse code. He was communicating with the rest of the crew.

"They are loading onboard ships," he said. "They are going to ransom them."

His words filled me with hope. If they were going we would soon be following. No pirates came for us, and I saw Dex drop the little screw.

"They have gone now, maybe there was limited room on the shuttles," he said.

I had to hold onto that thought. It was hope at least.

Emrah was brought back an hour or so later. This time they practically hurled her into the cage, and she hit the deck awkwardly. Something was wrong.

After the pirate left, she told us what had happened. The pirates had gone out in two sips with our crew, but after a misunderstanding, the UEN had opened fire and destroyed both ships. It was unbelievable. Tears began to streak down my cheeks as she told us that the three of us were the last remaining crew. She tried to comfort me but it was too much to take. I was opening weeping.

"They will send rescue teams," she said, "They will be readying the Marines now."

It was little comfort.

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I didn't know how long we had been there. Sat in our cells, with our future unclear. We talked a bit, trying to convince each other there was still a chance.

The UEN knew that we had been taken captive, they must be searching for us, I thought

The door to the cell block opened. It was Killian.

He staggered in, with a bottle in his hand. He looked drunk.

"The deal with the UEN is off." He slurred. Then he moved in front of my cage.

"Come here, girl." He said, reaching through the bars. There was a look of lust in his eyes.

I tried not to meet his eye.

"Take me," Emrah said.

"Very well," he grunted

He unlocked her cell and dragged her out. He told her they were going to his quarters. I wanted to stop him but I was frozen in terror.

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Everything was just getting worse and worse. Dex tried again to tell me that things were going to be fine, but there was a strong feeling in the pit of my stomach that said otherwise. Suddenly a wave of nausea hit me, and I began to dry heave. I hadn't eaten in days and was just painfully wrenching.

How could it even get any worse? That night we were given the first of our food. It was a ration pack that looked old. It tasted foul and rotten.

Dex asked the pirate where Emrah was, he laughed and told him she was keeping his captain warm tonight.

I wished Dex had kept his mouth shut. I could only imagine the horrors she was going through. There seemed like there was no hope anymore. I managed a few hours of sleep, and as I awoke Dex told me we had docked with something. With no windows, there was no way to tell where we were.

More food was brought, and with it came news that I hadn't wanted to hear.

"Your pretty Captain got sold this afternoon, nice bit of money too," he said with glee. I didn't believe it and turned to Dex.

"You're lying," he said.

There was a chuckle. "Don't worry, you two aren't going anywhere."

Later that day two of them took Dex away, they told him he was going to be working in the engine room from now on. I wasn't given much time to think about it as they came for me next.

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I was taken by one of them and he told me I was going to Killian's room. For a brief second, I thought I was going to be reunited with Emrah. The room was empty when we got there.

"Where is my Captain?" I asked.

"She's gone, sweetheart. Sold to some rich guy."

"What about me?"

"We aren't going to sell you," he said, with a chuckle and shut the door behind me.

The room was just as filthy as the rest of the ship. The bed looked unmade and there were empty bottles scattered around the floor. What was I supposed to do? If Emrah was gone, I was alone now. They must have forced her, there was no way she would have abandoned me willingly.

There was a wide porthole above the bed, and I went over to look out of it. I had to climb onto the bed to do so. They looked to be docked at some sort of station. It was like one I had never seen before. Was that where they sold her, I wondered. All my thoughts had been about her, but now I started to think about my situation. I was in Killian's cabin and I knew he would return. It didn't take all my imagination to know what he wanted to do to me. I sat on the bed pulled my knees up to my chest and stared at the door.

I prayed now and asked whoever was listening that it should be Emrah to open that door and tell me that we were being rescued. Over and over I repeated the words.

They weren't answered, as the door opened I saw Killian standing there.

"Talia," he said with a smirk and shut the door behind him. He was bare-chested and had a large pistol strapped to his thigh. "You are trembling girl."

"Where is Emrah?" I asked, weakly.

"Right now?" he said, scratching the stubble on his chin. "Probably on her knees saying hello to her new owner."

"I don't believe you," I said, quietly into my knees.

He smugly laughed and after locking his gun in a drawer, searched around for a bottle. Once he found one, he took a large drink.

"How about I make you more comfortable," he said and pressed something on his belt. Suddenly the collar around my neck snapped open. I pulled it away and threw it onto the bed. He chuckled at the sight.

"Take off your clothes now, girl."

I shook my head and felt my heart began to race.

His eyes were fixed on me, and he cocked his head to the side. "Listen, girl, you are young, and I don't doubt you are a little nervous right now, but this is my ship and you are my property. You will have to learn to behave."

He tossed the bottle onto the bed and told me to take a drink, I was frozen though and couldn't move. I couldn't help but start to cry again. I was openly sobbing now on this dirty bed.

"Get it all out," he said, gruffly.

I couldn't stop and my whole body was wracked with fear and desperation. Eventually, though, there was no more and numbness washed over me. Killian was sitting on the bed taking large swigs from his bottle.

"How about this, how about you suck my dick and I'll let you have a little sleep, okay?"

"Just let me go," I blubbered.

"You had your chance girl," he said and grabbed a handful of hair at the back of my head. He pulled me roughly into his lap. I vainly tried to pull him off me. He was so big and I was so small, I couldn't fight him off at all. His hands were all over me, touching and groping. He removed my boots and then began to work at the zip of my coveralls.

"Stop," I whimpered. As I said it, he slapped me across the cheek and tossed me back on the bed. The zip had been pulled halfway down, and instantly I went to zip it up again. He pushed my hands away and slapped me again.

"You don't want this, do you? It's not your first time is it?"

My silence was met with another slap against my now-red cheek. "Well?"

"With a man, it is," I said, weakly.

He began to laugh, it was a deep belly laugh that filled the room. I just lay on the bed covering my exposed chest. He shook his head through the fits of laughter and told me that I was too perfect.

Very carefully he climbed on top of me. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he loomed over me. I wanted to shut my eyes, but I was too scared to.

"Don't be shy, girl," he said, with a soothing tone. For a moment he was content to look down at my quivering body beneath him. Then he took my wrists in his hands. I didn't struggle this time, I knew it was pointless. He was too strong and I feared what he might do. He moved them away from my chest and lay them above my head.

As soon as we were captured by the pirates I knew this was going to be my fate. I now wanted it to be over as quickly as possible. He was taking his time though and with a shiver, I felt him peeling open the fabric of my coveralls. The smile on his lips widened as he took in the sight of my bare breasts.

"So young and busty," he cooed, licking his lips.

"Don't hurt me," I whispered.

He nodded and began to gently massage my breasts with his large hands. It was a horrible feeling and I turned my face to the side trying to block out the sensation. My submission was turning him on though and his hands became more animated and I heard a groan from the back of his throat. My soft noises soon followed as he stroked my nipples into life. Then I groaned loudly as he pinched them.

"That's right," he said. "You are warming up now."

His mouth was on my chest now, kissing and licking. I could feel his stubble against my skin.

I felt numb as he stripped me fully.

"Cute little pussy," he commented. I tried to close my legs but he opened them easily.

As he undid his trousers, I felt fresh tears prick my eyes.

"Don't" I cried out and with one last effort I tried to get away. He laughed as he climbed on top of me.

"You belong to me," he said and pressed his mouth over mine. The smell of booze was overwhelming and I squirmed underneath him. I could feel his hard cock brushing against my thigh, and I trembled.

His tongue was pushing at my lips until it found its opening and slipped greedily into my mouth.

"Fuck, you taste great," he said and then spat on his hand. He rubbed it gingerly against my now quivering pussy. Then I felt his cock pressing like his tongue had done, looking for an opening.

I was whimpering and my protests were soft and unheard

It felt like a nightmare as I could feel his cock pressing against my slit. Within seconds he was inside of me. He pulled my hips hard, impaling me on his dick.

I wailed loudly.

As his violation continued I tried my best to block it out, but all I could feel was the sensation of his cock entering me. He was taking my virginity and I couldn't stop him.

He grunted with each thrust, and I started to moan in response. His cock was thick and filled my pussy, all my body could do was respond to the pleasure. There was just the sensation of his large cock delving deeply into my body.

There was a slapping noise as his body hit mine. My fingers gripped the sheets tightly.

This time when he kissed me I didn't try to stop him. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and then sucked on my lips. My compliance was pleasing him.

Then he slapped my breast, I winced but made no effort to stop him.

He started to fuck me harder, and I felt my ass slamming into the mattress. I couldn't help but groan every time I felt him go deeper. It felt like I was going to be split in two.

He was faster now, my loud groans seemingly encouraging him. Harder and harder he went. I was shaking all over, just barely holding on. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

The feeling began to overwhelm me. It was new and my body was responding in ways I had not imagined. This wasn't like a dildo, as I could feel the weight from his body behind each thrust.

It was so intense. My whole body jerked against the bed. He didn't slow down.

My eyes watered involuntarily. It was so humiliating especially the feelings of pleasure he was giving me.

I could feel the stirring of an orgasm, and I tried to suppress it. My head was swimming as my body fought against me.

Killian sensed it too and picked up my legs and spread them wider. It allowed him to delve deeper into my pussy and bring fresh sensations of pleasure.

"No," I groaned as waves of pleasure washed over me.

With my ankles in his large hands, he slammed harder and harder into me, till I was a quivering mess. I knew I was coming and bit my bottom lip as it hit me.

He called me a slut as I trembled all over He was fucking me slower and more deliberately. Watching as my body gave in his treatment.

It didn't last long and with a loud slurping noise he slipped out of me.

"Come here slut," he said and grabbed a handful of my hair. He pulled me toward him with his free hand on his wet cock, he guided it to my lips. I didn't open it at first but then felt his hand tightened in my hair.

He groaned a little as I took his cock into my mouth. It was wet and slippery, and the smell of musk filled my nostrils. I didn't know what I was doing and tried to suck it the best I could, I just wanted this night over with.

"You will get better at this," he muttered.

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I woke up naked next to him. His large arm was wrapped around me and I could still taste his come in my mouth. The memories of the night before came flooding back.

I remembered how he fucked me, over and over again, and how many times I had orgasmed. I felt ashamed and parts of my body still ached from the things he had done. He had humiliated me and degraded my body. The shame was overwhelming.

He began to stir next to me and pulled me closer to his body. I heard him yawn widely and pretend to be asleep. He shook me though which made it impossible any longer.

"How you feeling girl?"

I stayed silent. and he chuckled to himself.

"This ship is called the Spartan, this is your home now." He explained that if I tried to escape I was dead.

He told me he wouldn't be putting the collar back on me. I was just a little girl after all and no danger.

"Do you know what a pleasure girl is?"

He waited for a response, but I gave none.

"It means you belong not just to me, but to the crew, understand? They are all very eager to meet you." He got up out of bed, and I watched him go over to a cabinet and pull something out. "Give it a week, and you will get used to it."

He tossed something onto the bed and told me to put it on. It was some skimpy lingerie, from who I don't know. I did as he said, and put it on under the covers. He went over to the door and opened it.

"The canteen is on the deck below. Go get me some breakfast, just follow your nose."

I was uncertain if he was being serious, or if he was just tormenting me.

"Unless you wanna stay and please me in other ways?"

With my new outfit on I tentatively got out of bed. The floor was cold and as I went to get my boots he stopped me and collected my uniform.

"You won't need this anymore," he said and tossed it into the trash. "Go on," he snapped and pointed at the door.

I was just as frightened now as I had ever been. I was in this strange ship just wearing the skimpiest of underwear. I crept through the grim corridors towards what I thought was the canteen. I took a deep breath and opened the door. There were about twenty men in there who all suddenly stopped what they were doing and stared at me.

There were a few murmurs and a few of them elbowed each other. Fresh tears pricked my eyes as I stepped in.

"I have to get the Captain breakfast," I said, in a trembling voice.

"Let me help you," one of the men said took my hand and led me into the group of pirates. He wasn't giving me food though, and then he picked me up and sat me on one of the tables.

"I have to get."

"Later," he said, and the other men began crowding around me. One pushed me onto my back, while another started to pull down my underwear.

I shut my eyes tightly as my legs were spread.

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I returned to Killian's quarters with an aching body. My ordeal had lasted the best part of the day. I placed a tray of food on his table.

He smiled and asked what I thought of his crew.

"Can I return to my cell?" I asked, quietly.

"Don't you want a shower?" he asked and gestured to a shower cubical in his quarters.

I didn't want to accept his kindness, but the thought of washing my body was too much to say no to.

I nodded meekly

There was no door on the cubical and he ate as he watched me wash my body. It was good to get clean but all the scrubbing didn't take away the shame of it all.

After I finished he offered me food. My stomach was empty and again I didn't say no.

He made me sit on his knee as I ate.

"Good little puppy," he chuckled.

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A month had passed, and my situation hadn't improved at all. I had been given a room which had previously belonged to a girl named Kiya. She had been a pleasure girl on this ship, but was no longer here, No one told me why. It was cold and damp, but it gave me a little privacy. Not always though, most nights I wouldn't sleep alone. My quarters had an open-door policy for the crew. They seemed to have some sort of rota for the visits to prevent arguments. It was only Killian who didn't visit me. When he wanted me I would go to him.

Thoughts of rescue were slipping away. I saw Dex a few times in the engine room, and he looked very thin with a straggly beard.

Kiya had left behind some clothes which now belonged to me. Everything was skimpy and garish. Nothing covered anything but the basic amount of flesh. Servicing the crew wasn't my sole occupation, I was expected to clean and serve food to the men. More often than not when I carried out my duties I would be pulled into somewhere quiet for a quick fumble.

Along with the clothes, Kiya had also left extensive amounts of makeup. The men liked me to wear a lot of it, and perfume too. It also helped that the makeup covered any bruises and cuts I received. Currently, I was applying a lot of foundation near my eye when I received a black eye. I haven't done anything wrong. It was just what my life was like now.