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A Cruel Wedding Night

Captain Blackthorn yanked me into the first position, his grip bruising my hip, his other hand crushing mine with iron force.

"After this dance, we leave," he hissed, his breath hot against my ear.

"Once we're alone, I'll tear that dress off you."

Revulsion churned in my stomach, bile rising in my throat. He had every right to do as he pleased with me. I’d been raised to obey my husband's every whim. His movements were harsh, each step on the dance floor a cruel reminder of my fate. When the song ended, he forced me into a deep curtsy, his eyes sweeping shamelessly down to my chest. A predatory smile crept across his lips.

Without pause, he dragged me from the ballroom. I cast a desperate glance at my parents. My mother's tear-streaked face, my father's stoic expression. The last I saw before the door slammed shut behind us. His pace was relentless, and I struggled to keep up, fear pounding in my chest.

A sleek black carriage waited in the courtyard, its lanterns casting flickering shadows on the cobblestones. He pulled me inside without a word, pushing me down onto the velvet seat. A sharp rap on the roof, and the carriage lurched into motion, wheels crunching over gravel.

"Where are we going?"

I asked, my voice trembling.

"An inn tonight, pet," he growled.

"Just the two of us.”

“Tomorrow, my men will be eager to meet my new bride."

I swallowed hard, trying to hold back the dread of what was coming. The thought of returning to his ship made me feel sick. The carriage stopped outside a dimly lit inn before I could gather the courage to speak again.

He seized my wrist and hauled me out of the carriage. The innkeeper, recognizing him, handed over a key without hesitation. We climbed the narrow stairs, the wood creaking beneath our feet, his grip never loosening.

The room was dim, the only light coming from the fire in the hearth. Crimson drapes hung over the bed. The air was thick with heat from the flames. Yet, it did nothing to melt the ice of fear in my veins. He locked the door behind us, turning to me with a dark look.

"Turn around," he commanded.

"I want a good look at you."

My heart raced, but I did as he said, turning to face the fire. The heat was unbearable, but his gaze was colder. I could feel his eyes roving over me, inspecting every inch of my body.

"Good," he murmured, almost to himself.

"Very good."

I stood trembling, more like a trophy on display than a human being. The silence stretched for what felt like hours before I heard the rustle of fabric as he moved closer. His finger trailed down my spine, and I shuddered.

"You'll do nicely," he said, his voice low.

"Now, let's get you out of these clothes."

He turned me to face him, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made me want to shrink away. Slowly, he began to unlace my dress. I bit my lip, fighting back the tears of humiliation.

He undressed me. The room seemed to shrink. The fire's crackle is the only sound. Piece by piece, my clothing fell away until I stood bare before him. He stepped back to admire his work, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Now," he said, voice dripping with malice, "we begin."

He shoved me toward the bed, and I stumbled, catching myself on the mattress. His lips collided with my neck, hot and forceful. His tongue slithered down my skin. I clenched my teeth, suppressing the scream building inside me. His hand found my breast, squeezing painfully, while his lips moved down my chest. A groan of pain escaped me as his teeth bit into my skin, tugging and twisting my nipples without mercy. His other hand slid down my thigh, spreading my legs apart. I let out a gasp as he traced his finger over my clitoris.

"You are mine now, pet," he whispered.

"I'll strip away every bit of innocence."

His fingers moved faster. His thumb boldly traced the contours of my clitoris. Despite my horror, an involuntary moan slipped out. He smirked.

"I knew you'd love this.”

“You're already dripping, pet."

He abruptly yanked his finger out of my vagina. When he rose to his feet, I couldn't help but involuntarily glance downwards. The bulge in his pants was massive.

Our eyes met, and he arrogantly declared, "Don't fret, pet, my dick is far larger than you could ever imagine."

He rose to his feet, discarding his shirt to the ground. His bulging muscles proudly flexed as he carelessly tossed the shirt aside. Without wasting a moment, he swiftly unbuttoned his pants and threw them to the floor. He stripped off his underwear, causing me to instinctively shut my eyes. Suddenly, I forcefully opened them as he forcefully guided my hand toward his throbbing dick. I tried not to flinch as he put my hand on his dick.

"Brace yourself, pet," he said, grinning cruelly.

"This will hurt at first."

I screamed as he entered me, tearing through me with brutal force.

"Shush, pet," he warned.

"You don’t want the whole inn to hear."

He forcefully penetrated me with even more intensity. I suppressed the urge to scream as he relentlessly increased the force of his thrusts. His dick was overpowering, overwhelming me completely. It felt as if he was determined to shatter me into two pieces. Grimacing, he forcefully grabbed my hair and pulled it, making me wince. With a rough tug, he brought my hips towards him, thrusting with even more intensity.

“You are enjoying this pet.”

“You are getting wetter by the minute.”

I despised the way my body reacted to him. I loathed his body being so near mine. He resumed toying with my nipples. A scream of agony escaped me as he tugged on them forcefully. His hand gripped around my throat. My hand automatically grasped his, attempting to push it away. Using his other hand, he held my hands above my head while thrusting more aggressively.

He released his grip around my throat. I winced as he forcefully dragged me on top of him. He pinned my hands down by my side aggressively as he thrust even harder. He tensed up and let out a moan. I could feel his throbbing dick as he reached his climax. He forcefully pushed me away as his semen trickled down my leg.

“Clean yourself up now!”

“I'm far from finished with you.”

I sprang out of bed, feeling excruciating pain coursing through my entire body. Struggling, I made my way to the bathroom, where I hastily rid myself of his repulsive presence by washing away his vile semen from my legs and cleaning the aftermath between my thighs. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. I noticed the ghastly bruises that had formed on my wrist, a painful reminder of the ordeal I had endured. Traces of bruises adorned my thighs, serving as a haunting testament to the violence inflicted upon me.

With urgency, I yanked out the intricate pins that held my auburn hair in place, allowing it to cascade down to my waist. The throbbing ache in my head intensified, a result of him forcefully tugging at my hair. My breasts were sore, and my nipples were red. I was not sure that I could endure any more tonight. I reentered the room. Captain Blackthorn next to the fire, his dick still rigid.

“Know your place, you worthless pet.”

“Obey my every command without question.”

“If you dare to defy me, prepare for brutal consequences.”

“What name shall I use to address you?”

I screamed as his hand forcefully struck my face.

“You are only allowed to speak when I give you permission.”

I felt myself redden as he pulled out a collar and a leash.

“On your knees now.”

I hesitated. He forced me onto my knees. His hand tightened on my jaw as he put the collar around my neck. He shoved me onto my hands and knees. He put his hand over my mouth as he shoved his dick back into my vagina. I couldn’t breathe as he tugged hard on the leash.

“That’s a good girl pet.”

“You will call me captain in front of my men.”

“When we are alone, you will call me master.”

He kept fucking me until the early rays of the sun streamed in through the curtains. He pulled out of me so quickly I sunk further to the floor.

“Get dressed.”

“We will be returning to my ship.”

He undid the collar around my neck. I stumbled to the bathroom. He walked in and threw a dress at me.

“You are to wear this pet.”

“No petticoats.”

I looked at the dress in my hands in disbelief. The dress was barely even a dress. The bodice had a low plunging neckline. The skirt had a large slit up the side. I quickly got dressed. I was barely able to breathe as the dress slid around my slim figure. I braided my hair to the side. He walked back into the room. I flinched as he wrapped the collar around my neck.

“You will not need to wear the collar all the time.”

“My men need to know that you belong to me.”

“If we attend any social events, you will wear the collar.”

He pulled tightly on the collar. I was forced to follow him. He quickly paid the innkeeper and walked to the black carriage. He forced me down on the velvet seats. The carriage approached the Black Serpent. Its black sails loomed like a death sentence over the horizon. The serpent figurehead seemed to glare down at me, mocking my fate. The ship, with its iron reinforcements and skull-adorned cannons, was a symbol of power—and my prison.

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