The Vengeful Tide Ch. 06

It's odd to me. The more I talk, the more I envision it myself, the more my anger and hatred of that time fades away. A sense of pride flows through me at the thought that most can only look up gold and riches. Seldom are they the masters or partakers of such things. Ellen was the same for me. The thought that men and women were so turned on by her that they would spend their nights dreaming of all the things they would make her do if they had my control only fueled me more.

Without Ellen knowing, I walked over to the box. From there, I pulled out a horse crop. The feel of its body slid through my fingers rather gently. I then made my way back to my view of Ellen. Without wasting even another second, I flicked the crop's tongue through Sothshore's cunt.

"Y-You fuckhead! What....are you...uuuuuugh!" Ellen moaned as I playfully moved the keeper up and down across her snatch. Its firm material was slathered like the ship's deck in the rain.

"I'm punishing a slut, my beautiful business slut. Any woman who would love to have her body viewed by so many lustful gazes deserves to be punished. That be the reason for your visit to my quarters tonight, is it not?"

"I...,"

"No need to answer that. A bottom like this was made to jiggle!" I exclaimed.

CRACK!

I gave Ellen no preparation. I gave her no warning. I gave her...no time. The sound and snap of my crop against her skin was enough to make my Quartermaster scream in pleasure and pain. From that one strike, her body shuddered as an orgasm ripped through her body like a thousand waves.

"UGH!" Ellen groaned as she threw her head up and wiggled her two pillowy cheeks. The heat from my hand made the crop feel that much tighter in my grasp. My vision was dizzy and sweat fell from my forehead. The storm outside seemed hardly consequential to me now.

"A businesswoman should always know proper manners, Sothshore. You come into my quarters, disturb my time with my mother, task me with your punishment, and I don't even receive a word of gratitude for my actions? I be too lenient on you," I told her.

Ellen tried to move her arms, but there wasn't much for her to do except lie there helplessly. I was expecting a glare, a snarl, a curse, anything spiteful to be sent at me. A gaze of pure lust, need, and a desiring smile for more, were not anything of the things that be.

"T...T...Thank you for punishing me, Sir," she panted.

"And what am I punishing you for?" I asked.

"Cause you're a sadistic piece of SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"

SMACK!

Another crack of my crop and a crackle of thunder raced through my room when I heard Ellen's comment. Her body spasmed and writhed as her breathing grew more labored.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that over the thunder at sea. Care to repeat that?" I asked her.

Ellen remained silent to this question, but she quickly answered. "I be a dirty tavern wench that enjoys men and women staring at her body, Sir! I...like to tease the crew," she said.

"Aye. Only a dirty bitch in heat would do such a thing. Is that what you are, Ellen? You're my dirty tavern bitch?" I asked.

"Y-Yes, Sir. I be your biggest tavern wench! Please...please punish me until you be satisfied" she claimed.

And punish her I did.

SMACK!

CRACK!

SLAP!

SNAP!

CRACK!

SMACK!

"Ahhhhh! OOOooooooh! F-FUCK! UUUUUUUUUGHHHHHH!"

"Does it hurt, Ellen? Every time I smack you, your pussy opens and closes like it begs for my cock. Do you wish for my cock? Does the pain make you wish for me?" I asked. She gasped heavily for a second.

That was a second too long for me.

"Speak, SLUT!" I yelled, firing my crop forward.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH! Yes, Sir! It hurts so good, Sir! I'd like nothing more than to wring your fuckin....gaaaaaaaah...neck! But I can't! I can't move, Sir! My skin is...haaaaaaaa...fire!" she sobbed out. Her tears stained her face and my floor, but not once did she plead for me to stop.

It's because she's stubborn, it's because she's headstrong, it's because we've only begun to find some measure of understanding with each other, that she knew if she told me to stop then I would without hesitation. I sought to make her submit, but not at the expense of emotional scarring. I already know that men like me, women like Ellen and Liara, or all the bastards and bitches on Draegnar, had a tragedy that life dealt us. Some for the better, most for the worse.

"Aye, it be a roaring fire, Sothshore! And who sparks these flames across your body?" I demanded to know.

"You, Sir! FUCK! You're a piece of shit and sadistic bastard, SIR! AHHHHHHHH!" She groaned.

Her ass turned red and I lost count of how many orgasms rushed through her one after the other. Nevermind the fluids she licked from the floor just moments ago, the boards in front of me had been flooded anew.

"Your body be mine, Ellen. Men may look, but never shall they touch,"

"Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir! Thank you...UGHHHHHHHHHH....Sir!" she shouted. The way her pussy quivered, I could tell she was ready for another orgasm. As much as a lass likes to boast her orgasm endurance, I bet their bodies can't handle such tremendous euphoria in such rapid succession.

Just before that high came, I stopped my crop. Ellen's breath was hot and filled with need. Her bottom was red and full of ecstasy. Once she realized my last strike would not come, she turned to me.

"Why...did...you stop?" she asked.

"Well, my hand be tired. I think I might have to stop there before I swing the flesh from my bones," I answered. As soon as those words left my mouth, Ellen became aware of what I was truly saying. Her chest rose and fell like she had just run around the Draegnar island.

She tried to move, but her hands forbade her. Ah, there was that anger that I loved to see. There was that feeling of helplessness and vulnerability that a strong woman like her could feel. Her pride did not allow her to fully submit to me, but the clouds of desire took away her judgment. To oppose me was to deny her the pleasure that be culminating within her body into one grand session of bliss that would leave her without word of tongue.

"What...what should I do...for you to continue, Sir?" she asked. I swirled the crop around in the air near my head.

"Oh? Seems someone enjoys being whipped like a hot bitch." I remarked.

"S-Shut up! Just tell me!"

"You're a businesswoman, Sothshore. Do what you do best. Make...a deal, or beg. Both those work,"

Ellen remained silent for a time. She would have to hurry. The fire of her ass would be cooling soon and her body would be subsiding its lust.

"You just want me to beg. You know damn well I don't have anything to make a deal with," she replied to me.

I stopped swirling the crop. "That be where you're wrong, fair lass. You'd better think quickly. My arm is getting sore," I reminded her.

It must not have taken Ellen very long because a slew of curses flew out of her mouth and she even banged her head against the floorboards in frustration. Then, she finally stalled and looked at me.

"Please...punish me, Master, you son of a bitch, you Draegnar bastard, you piece of shit that makes me angry day and night! My...my fuckin' Master! Please...punish me, and I'll be yours, body...and mind," she replied. I'm sure it annoyed her to shake her ass at me, but she did it anyway.

"Oh? And what good are deals for people like us?" I asked her.

"It's as you said, Sir. I be a bitch. You be a bastard. Who knows better to deal with one than the other? Make no mistake, I absolutely despise you right now, making me satisfy these fuckin' stupid kinks of yours, debasing me, humiliating me, a-abusing me, and all this other shit. Yet, it's probably why I've developed some possible sick attraction to your dumb ass, Sir. Look, can we just skip the loyalty bullshit?!" She exclaimed.

Once again, there was that fire and steel that I loved so much. Ellen, one of the first women to take place in my many dreams of pleasure, laid before me ready to receive anything I had to offer. Unlike my mother, Sothshore was not a woman I had to bring up from despair. She was a fiery, regal jewel that I had clutched with my own hands. There be no need to raise her up. She was already up, but my role lay in reminding her that there be those in the world below her with just as much, if not more, authority than her. I be there to rein in her beauty and her ferocity.

"Alright, I suppose another few for a greedy slut aren't too hard for me. However, there is one condition which must be met,"

"Dare I even temper my already warped sense of decency, Sir?" she asked.

I couldn't resist the chuckle that escaped my throat.

"Kiss me,"

Ellen looked back at me. I bet she was surprised at the simplicity of the command. No doubt she must have thought that I would demand something crazy from her, but that would not be the case.

It took some effort on her part to lean up but once she did, she pushed her lips against mine. I would say that it might have felt better if her hands were tied and her angle was more straight, but she kissed me with no less fervor than I did when I kissed her. Her tongue sought out mine rather aggressively and she sucked it hungrily, no doubt to keep herself aroused enough that this could continue.

When she pulled back from me, she knelt.

"I can't tell if this be a punishment or a reward for you anymore,"

"Well, disobedient sluts deserve to be whipped. I did the same thing. Not that it's happening to me, I can't help wondering if they got in trouble on purpose," she replied.

I kissed her one more time before I shoved her face to the floor. "Is that what you are? A disobedient slut that needs to be whipped?"

"Only by you, Sir." she smirked defiantly.

"Is that right?" I asked.

SMACK!

Ellen's eyes widened as my crop stung her skin again. She managed to moan even louder than any of the previous times. No doubt this was due to the fact that her skin had started to cool itself down from what I had done earlier.

"AAAAAUUUUUGH! T-Thank you, Sir! Thank you for punishing me," she moaned. My cock threatened to tear into my pants. I resist the urge to drop my garments and plunge my cock into that writhing slit. As I struck her, I imagined how good her pussy would feel slathering my cock in those slippery fluids as I grinded my balls against her pelvis.

Patience. Patience, I told myself. Once we reached the shores of Delverhold, once I claimed every last bit of treasure which laid within its lands, I would fuck Sothshore so hard I'd be surprised if she somehow didn't wind up with a little bastard of our own.

Yes, I was aware that I mentioned I be not ready for kids, but...the need to breed a woman like Sothshore was enough to make me grant an exception.

SMACK!

"Thank you for punishing me, Sir!"

SLAP!

"T-Thank you for punishing me, Sir!"

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

"D-DAMMIT! I'm gonna cum!"

Sweat poured down my face. I swung faster.

"Then cum, you greedy slut. Cum all over my floor! Let a certain witch know what's in store for her once our deal is over!" I demanded.

I be assured that if Ilzahold had heard my mother and me in one of life's greatest raptures, then no doubt she also heard Ellen and myself. How I wished I could see her face, but...the imagination served a much greater purpose.

The very last strike, I swung with all my strength. I didn't need to be concerned. I knew Ellen could take it. Once the leather smacked her ass. I be positive she passed out as a mind-shattering orgasm ruptured her body.

Sothshore dropped to the floor and gasped like a fish out of water. Her ass was even redder now and I don't think she would be sitting down much tomorrow. "I expect gratitude for my efforts in the morning," I told her before I kissed her cheek. I then took her into my arms and laid her upon my bed.

"By the way, about your fight, I'm glad you won," I told her softly. I think she heard me because a smile appeared on her face.

The storm outside raged against my window as I pulled her into my chest. I blew out the candlelights which cloaked us in darkness. Only the light from windows provided any vision. It didn't even take her five minutes before her gasps for air turned into bedded snores. Fortunately for me, I was able to have a little fun with Sothshore's thighs since they rubbed against my erection, but I decided to hold on my own orgasm because I knew I'd receive better in the morning.

As weariness and sands of sleep fell over my eyes, I could have sworn I saw some...light flying near my window. I wanted to keep my eyes open to observe it, but...I couldn't and soon I fell asleep.