A/N: You know, I'm sort of tempted to do a part two, if only so I can write a lewd Odin bit. She needs the love, you know~?

That aside, do enjoy~

Captured

The Commander worked for the Crimson Axis.

That sole fact changed the entire course of the Azur Lane-Crimson Axis War. At the outbreak of it the Commander's decision to flee to the Ironblood and fight against the subordinates he once led dealt serious damage to morale, but even more damaging was the loss of his tactical mind. He had single-handedly been coordinating the fight against the Sirens and his absence had left HQ scrambling to fill the void he'd left.

A void, it soon turns out, he'd made intentionally. Only when he joined sides with the Ironblood did the extent of the Commander's cruelty become evident to those in Azur Lane. From his manipulation of his subordinates, to the intentional weakening of HQ so he had more control over the Ship-Girls, to the more deviant 'experiments' he'd undertaken with willing and unwilling subordinates, it became clear he was a nasty man. But even then, none could deny he was nothing short of a genius, especially on the battlefield.

And now he was in the hands of their enemy. Or perhaps more fittingly, their enemy was in his hands.

The effects didn't take long to manifest. Submarines started raiding them with new, far more effective strategies, utilising weaknesses that the Commander had carefully avoided correcting during training – allowing the Ironblood's submersible fleet to deal significant damage. Their surface fleet became more unified and coordinated, showing a discipline that not even Bismarck had managed to instil within them and gaining parity with the Royal Navy forces, and in some cases forcing them back.

That latter fact became most acute in their latest battle just off the coast of Danmark, between the Queen Fleet's led by Queen Elizabeth herself against a fleet helmed by Friedrich der Grosse. The battle was fierce on both sides, but it became clear to everybody involved which side was winning by the halfway point as more and more Royal Navy ships were knocked out or even sunk, forcing more and more squadrons to fall back until soon they were in full retreat.

Of course, per the Commander's orders, they didn't allow them to escape scot-free – managing to capture one of their own and use them as a hostage, forcing Queen Elizabeth to abandon her attempted coastal assault on the Kiel Canal. Their newfound captive resisted of course, but wounded as she was, she was helpless to resist – just as helpless as Queen Elizabeth was to save her, anguish written across the queen's face as she was forced to fall back.

''Hmph. Perhaps I should send a card to... give my condolences for her loss.''

''Pointless, beyond irritating her. She's not so emotional that it'll influence her decisions.''

The Commander sighed in mock-disappointment. ''Why must you be the voice of reason, Odin?''

''Someone must be.'' The Battlecruiser responded simply.

The Commander smirked at that, humming. The two of them walked down the pristine halls of the command centre in the heart of Ironblood coastal territory, far away from the bombers of the Royal Isles and affording him considerable privacy. The walls were a rich gold and the paned windows polished to a shine, the gilded hallway only further fuelling his confidence. He felt like a king, and perhaps not undeservedly so. He'd earned it through battle, after all.

Soon the two came to a stop in front of his bedroom doors; twin and wooden. The Commander turned then to his personal guard and look her over, his smirk remaining as he caressed her cheek, earning a faint pink blush from the Battlecruiser as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her own.

''I will come for you later.'' He told her, the double entendre not going unnoticed by Odin. ''Wait for me in your room.''

''...yes sir.'' Odin softly murmured back, exhaling a breath when he stood back up.

Once upon a time it had been hard to elicit such a reaction from the stoic Odin. The war had given him plenty of time to correct that mistake and pull her into his thrall.

Smiling lazily at the thought the Commander waited until Odin had departed down the hall before turning his attention onto the double doors before him, all smiles as he pushed them open. His personal quarters were grand, bearing the same glittery-gold walls and rich burgundy carpet that the hallways outside did. Paned windows were present with the curtains drawn shut over each, the light overhead buzzing faintly as it illuminated the room in a warm golden glow.

The Commander's gaze wasn't on his room however, his gaze passing over his bed and quaint desk, and instead settling on the woman stood stiffly in the middle. Belfast. The white-haired maid showed no emotion at his entry, her mask one of stone but only incriminating her further; betraying the fact she was hiding what she really felt. The Commander allowed her to keep it up for the time being, a self-assured smirk on his lips as he sauntered up to the cruiser, stopping just a foot or two shy of her.

''Belfast.'' He gave a mock-greeting, his cap tilted back with a finger.

''...Commander.'' Her tone was terse. ''It has been a while.''

''That it has.'' The Commander smirked, reaching out and caressing her cheek – his smirk widening when she flinched. ''Now, Belfast, no need to be so tense. I didn't have Scharnhorst bring you here just to hurt you.''

Belfast didn't take her eyes off of him. ''Forgive me for being doubtful.''

''Oh?'' His hand slid down to her shoulder, firmly grasping it. ''Perhaps because of... this?''

Curling his index finger he ran it back up her neck, to where a black collar with cracked blue lines laid; tightly wound around her neck. Tech whipped up by the Ironblood techies, it completely nullified a Ship-Girl's powers, sealed away their ability to manifest their rigging, and left them just as weak if not more weak than a regular human. Belfast was undoubtedly told that in advance, hence her lack of resistance. He imagined having a part of her very being sealed away wasn't that pleasant, as well.

Smirking the Commander tilted his gaze down, shamelessly looking down her dress. Belfast had always been one of the most beautiful maids, and though he'd refrained from enacting his urges when he served as her Commander – if only because it'd spoil the many plans he'd layered to set-up his departure – but now that she was under his care, he fully intended to indulge in his desires. With that in mind he snaked his right arm around Belfast suddenly and pulled her flush against him, unable to hide his grin as he cupped her chin; making her look him in the eyes.

To his surprise, Belfast spoke. ''Why did you betray us?''

He hummed. ''Why do you think? It was too restrictive over there, in Azur Lane. I was always being watched, monitored – by your fellow maids more often than not. Sheffield was onto me, as was Gloucester, I believe. Though that didn't stop me from taking Dido behind the pavilion and teaching her all... manner of things, hm?''

The Commander didn't miss how Belfast's jaw clenched, clearly holding herself back, knowing how precarious her situation was. He egged her on further, however. ''You know, she made just the sweetest gagging sounds when she choked, hm? She flailed and teared up, she begged for mercy...''

He leaned in, relishing the growing anger in Belfast's blue eyes, veiled only thinly behind a mask of stoicism. ''I wonder how you'd feel, knowing Edinburgh enjoyed the same fate-''

In an instant Belfast lashed out, throwing a fist – but in her moment of anger she'd forgotten how weak she was, allowing him to catch her back-hand with grin-inducing ease. Belfast's eyes widened as she remembered that but he punished her for her mistake swiftly, twisting her around and bending her arm with the motion, forcing a pained gasp out of the maid before he promptly shoved her down onto the bed behind her, climbing on top of her to keep her pinned.

''Ah-ah-ah~'' The Commander crooned cruelly. ''A maid never strikes their master~''

''Y-You... are no longer my master.'' Belfast managed to grit out, pain twisting at her features.

The Commander merely hummed, having expected such a response. Belfast was loyal, but she wasn't foolishly so. ''Oh how you wound me, Bel. Unfortunately, that just invites more... correctional punishment, hmhm~''

Belfast found out what that meant as the Commander suddenly forced her over onto her back, his hand dipping into her dress – and in a single strong pull he ripped the front of her dress down. Belfast let out a scandalised gasp, one arm hurriedly covering her breasts, but with a dark smile the Commander just snatched her wrist and pulled it aside, his other hand dipping into her strapless white bra and pulling it so hard the strap snapped and left her breasts bare for him to see.

A heartbeat later both of his hands darted up, roughly grabbing her breasts and sinking his fingers into them – manhandling her boobs. Belfast grimaced and briefly tried to pry his hands away, but when it became apparent his strength was greater to her own she gave up; awkwardly just laying there as he fondled her. The lack of resistance irritated the Commander and prompted him to lean back, a hum escaping his pursed lips.

Belfast made no move to get up, grimacing up at him and breathing heavily. The brief bout had shown which one of them was in control here.

With that in mind the Commander stood up upon the bed, both hands reaching down and unbuckling his belt. Belfast watched with a tight expression, shoulders stiff as she sat up across from him, perhaps wisely realising it'd be easier if she was on her knees for this rather than have him face-fuck her into the sheets.

The Commander grinned at that, finally getting his pants down to his knees. ''Heh. You learn quick, Bel.''

''Don't call me that.'' Belfast murmured, but her voice was more subdued now – not submissive, far from it, but softer than it had been before. ''You lost the right to the moment you abandoned us.''

The Commander just smirked at that, his boxers dropping and his semi-erect dick flopping out – rising as he ran his hand along it, stroking it. With her on her knees she was at perfect height to suck but she made a point not to, her head tilting to one side and prompting the Commander to push the head of his shaft against her cheek, smirking when it made her grimace. The tip poked the edge of her lips, slid along them; and only then did Belfast sigh and turn her head back towards him.

Her lips parted, grazing over the head of his shaft – and without giving her any warning the Commander put his hand on the back of her head and shoved her down his length. Belfast's gagged as the tip plunged down her throat, trying to pull back, but with a firm hold on her hair the Commander lustfully kept her where she was; groaning in bliss as he enjoyed her warm wet mouth. Only after several long, gag-laden moments did he allow her to lean back a little, giving her the chance to get a breath, before promptly he shoved her back down his length, forcing her to deep-throat him once more.

''Ghk-! Guhk-! Ugk-!'' With every rough deep-throat Belfast gagged and spasmed, her throat little more than a cock-sleeve for him.

Shuddering in bliss the Commander shifted his hand further down to her nape, eyes glued to Belfast's pretty face as he shoved her down onto his length. Her pinkish lips grazed along his cock and her wet grunts were music to his ears; the slippery wetness of her tongue rubbing against the underside of his cock pleasantly. Gradually Belfast grew a little more used to it; eyes screwed shut as she endured his rough hold.

Prompting the Commander to yank his hips back, letting his cock slip out of her mouth. Immediately Belfast broke out into wet coughs, spluttering on her own spit and getting some on her chin, her eyes fluttering open – and then just as she started to catch her breath he guided his cock back into her mouth and slammed himself back down her gullet, relishing the way her throat spasmed around his erect length.

''Mn... you know, you're a valuable asset.'' The Commander grunted; thrusting as he spoke. ''You've got inside intel about the working of Queen Elizabeth's mind, her fleet, those around both you and her... HQ wanted you for themselves, to interrogate you.''

He shoved her back down his cock, a wave of carnal satisfaction rolling over him as he felt every inch of his cock fit down her throat, causing her to start coughing and spluttering around his meaty shaft.

''Aren't you just glad they agreed to hand you over to me as war spoils?'' The Commander crooned, shuddering as his cock grazed over her tongue. ''Mn...''

The feeling of her wet, warm mouth was downright inviting, coaxing waves of heat up his shaft – up until he pulled her off of his dick, exhaling a shaky breath as his shaft was exposed to the cool bedroom air once more. Belfast on the other hand broke out into spluttering coughs, one hand caressing her throat with an uncomfortable expression. That lasted for all of a second before the Commander shoved her down onto the bed, a smirk curled at his lips as he straddled her waist.

Then he shifted back, flipping her skirt up. Belfast's eyes widened and she immediately pushed her skirt down over her crotch but the Commander was quicker; catching her wrist and pinning it down. Quick as a viper his other hand darted under her dress and slid along her inner-thighs, finding the waistband and yanking them partway down her thighs with a single strong tug. Belfast however wasn't as submissive as before and struggled, her body twisting and squirming, her grunts the only sound to punctuate the hurried struggle.

Until soon the maid twisted onto her side, incidentally allowing him to yank her panties down her other leg. Grabbing her skirt he shoved it up and forced Belfast onto her back once more, her legs parting as he moved between them, fighting off her hands and guiding his cock to her sex – the head rubbing along her smooth lips once, twice, thrice-

''AH!''

-and then on the fourth go he penetrated her. He nearly slipped out from her constant squirming, prompting the Commander to immediately bury himself back inside her with a throaty moan, unheeding of Belfast's whimper of pain. Finding her wrists he pinned them down to the sheets, restraining the maid as he stayed nice and deep inside her, relishing how hot and tight she felt when she was clamping down on him.

''Heh. About time.'' The Commander breathed, grinning.

''...y-you...'' Belfast tried to speak but ended up just shuddering, her words melting away into a soft whimper. ''Why?''

The Commander smirked. ''Several reasons. One, you're delectable. Two, you're little more than my prisoner, treated as I see fit. And thirdly... this is for Bismarck.''

Belfast tensed, all too familiar with the Battleship's sinking many months ago. The Commander leaned down regardless. ''Bismarck and I might not have always seen eye-to-eye, but I respected her. King George, Rodney... they're both the main culprits of that. But I won't kill them immediately. I'll cripple their forces, their friends, one by one while they're helpless to save them.''

Grabbing her by the throat the Commander applied pressure, making Belfast wince. ''I will make them weep, before I make them bleed.''

Unhanding her throat the Commander instead planted his hands on either side of her, and began to move. Slow, firm thrust dragged his cock partway out before he promptly buried himself back inside her womanhood, fucking a pained gasp out of Belfast. With only some spit as lube he was under no delusions it stung but the Commander moved regardless; shuddering as he felt her hot walls grip onto his cock and squeeze, the tight vice so pleasurable it withered away his sense of reason.

Gradually his hips rolled faster, pumping him into the defiled maid and making her grunt and groan, her expression torn between disdain and discomfort, forming a grimace. The maid however gave up resisting and merely laid there, her hands curling and gripping the bed sheets as he roughly slammed into her sex, his pelvis smacking against her own and sending shudders rippling up her body with each impact.

His hands weren't idle either though; his right suddenly and firming grabbing her left tit and groping it roughly, coaxing a grunt out of Belfast. He made no shame about manhandling her tit, not even trying to be gentle as he squished her breast between his fingers or hefted it about – spicing it up with a little slap that made her gasp, the sound pleasant on the ears. As was the choked whimper when he slammed into her harder, groaning in bliss as he jammed his dick into her tight, searing vice.

''Mn... you keep acting like you don't like this, but you're body's telling a different story, you know?'' The Commander breathily mocked, punctuating his words with another firm thrust – making her insides seize tightly around his cock.

Belfast didn't respond; silently grimacing and screwing her eyes shut, enduring his pounding thrusts. Her prior blow-job had sapped him of some of his stamina though, making her clenching walls that pressed down on him all the more pleasurable, hastening his thrusts – his pelvis clapping against her pelvis with force. Whether Belfast knew what was coming or not she tensed all the same, her breathing quick as he railed her against her will, reshaping her pussy to better fit his cock.

Grunting the Commander kept up the rapid pace, hurriedly grabbing her waist and putting more force into his thrusts – making them longer but stronger and absolutely ploughing the maid into the sheets, relishing the short cry he fucked from her lips before she consciously held it back. Shudders travelled through Belfast's body, making her tighten and grip his length pleasurably, hastening his thrusts further as a fiery rush climbed his cock, pressing against the tip-

''S-Shit-!''

-until with a shout of pleasure the Commander slammed deep inside her, and blew his load. Belfast seized up, eyes snapping wide open as she felt dollops of molten heat splatter inside her, the tip pressing against her cervix and pumping his baby-batter right into her womb. She struggled in vain, gasping and squirming, but he kept a firm hold on her waist and made sure all of it ended up inside her; his groans deepening as he spent his load.

Only when his orgasm waned did the Commander loosen his hold on Belfast's waist, but by then it was too late – he'd already came in her. Something Belfast herself seemed to realise, disgust on her face that seemed so foreign not all that long ago. The Commander relished it though just as much as the angry look she shot him; grabbing her by the neck and pulling her up towards him, his thumb pressing down on her throat, applying pressure. Showing who was in charge here.

''You are mine.'' The Commander purred sadistically.

Belfast glared in silent contempt, but didn't voice her protests. Not that it would have done any good, anyway.

Maintaining his cocky smirk the Commander pulled out, watching as Belfast shuddered from the absence of his dick before grabbing the maid by the hips, rolling her over. Belfast wisely didn't bother resisting, merely grimacing as he forced her onto all fours and got behind her; his cock still rock-hard and rubbing along her nether lips. He didn't put it in immediately, making her wait as he teased the tip along her entrance, giving her no indication when he'd put it in.

And then without a hint of warning he pushed the head inside; moaning lustfully as he sunk in up to the hilt. The moment he was balls-deep in her the Commander pulled back, most of his cock sliding out before promptly plunging straight back in, his pelvis clapping her ass from the sudden rough thrust. Belfast grunted, her shoulders curling inwards and hands fumbling across the sheets, but the Commander gave her no reprieve and kept pounding away at her as he pleased.

''Hah... I wonder what Queen Elizabeth would think.'' The Commander breathed, grinning when Belfast tensed. ''Knowing her head maid is being bent over and defiled, little more than a toy for her opponent...''

Belfast said nothing but the way she bowed her head told of her shame, eliciting a dark chuckle from the Commander's throat. Sliding his hands up her front he grabbed her sizeable breasts and used them like handholds, pulling her torso back towards him and soon wrapping his left arm around her stomach instead, keeping her in the position. His thrusts hastened, audibly clapping their flesh together and burying his cock up to the hilt inside her wet womanhood.

Grunting into her ear the Commander relished how her body tensed in his hold, one hand roaming over her stomach and massaging the taut muscles whilst his other hand cheekily groped her right breast, having his way with her as he buried himself in her. Only when Belfast began to whimper did he loosen his hold; allowing the maid to get on all fours in front of him, his hands caressing her hips right before he grabbed them and yanked her back towards him, moaning as he impaled her on his swollen cock.

Then a thought struck him, and without missing a beat he reached up and grabbed her shoulders instead, holding onto them as he pounded her. A startled cry escaped Belfast before she clasped a hand over her mouth, putting all her weight on one arm – and allowing the Commander to shove her down whilst keeping her ass up. The new position felt even more arousing, his cock entering her hard and fast and scraping against a spot that made Belfast cry out with unwanted pleasure, her lips pursing in a feeble attempt to muffle her traitorous voice.

''Hah... that's it...'' The Commander groaned out, the sound of smacking flesh ringing louder as he ravaged the helpless maid.

Heat climbed his cock, his heightened sensitivity only making it all the more intense as he raked her walls with his cock, feeling them clench tighter. The pleasure roiled up his cock in waves, each more potent than the last and leaving him panting for breath, his hips furiously slamming forth and leaving Belfast's ass red from each subsequent smack, his pulsating shaft buried deep inside her and pressing on the entrance to her womb, his intent all too clear.

And then at last, with a domineering growl the Commander slammed in deep – and delivered a thick torrent of heat into Belfast's innermost parts. The maid tensed, pushing her face into the sheets and subtly convulsing as he impregnated her, his cock throbbing between her tight walls and spewing seed into her womb. Several times the Commander reared his hips back only to hurriedly jam himself back inside, the short thrust punctuated by another thick dollop of heat.

Until with a low groan the Commander pulled out. His dick slipped out with an audible 'pop', preluding the thick dribble of white that that drooled out of Belfast's defiled sex.

''Hah... not bad.'' The Commander breathed, grinning breathlessly as he admired her – watching as the maid slumped onto onto her side, hair clinging to her sweaty forehead and shudders regularly travelling through her body. ''I'll have Friedrich show you to your... quarters shortly. I'm sure you'll come to love it.''

Rising from the bed the Commander took a moment to pull his pants and boxers back up, buckling his belt with a casual sort of swagger. ''Oh, and don't bother trying to escape. I'm well aware of your skill-set and you're being watched twenty-four-seven – even right now.''

Belfast glanced about at that, but saw nobody. He knew the warning though registered in her mind; she wouldn't dare try anything now until she could evaluate the threat herself.

Assured Belfast wouldn't try and do a runner the Commander smoothed out his uniform and prepared to depart, Odin on his mind – had Belfast not spoken when he'd taken one step towards the door.

''I loved you once, you know?''

…

''The feeling... might've been mutual, I'll admit.''

The Commander lied as easily as he breathed, his back to her and hiding his smile – offering that little bit of hope he knew she'd cling to.

Belfast wasn't a fool, but even she'd look for something, someone, to cling to in her moments of weakness.

All he needed to do was exploit that, and he could perhaps turn her against her own allies, in time.

He stifled a chuckle at the thought and finally departed his office, stirring up plans in his mind as he made his way towards Odin's room.

[END]