Chapter Nineteen

Prisoner

Aranea Serket*/Rufioh Nitram*

(Aranea Alternate: Spinneret Mindfang, Rufioh Alternate: the Summoner)

Rating: X

(Trigger Warnings: Light torture, some blood, non-consent/reluctance)

The bronzeblood panted softly, wincing at his wounds, and the cold on his back. The room looked rustic and wooden, like the hold of a ship, but to the touch, the walls and floor were icy, like metal. His hands were bound above him, and his ashen skin was laid bare, small lines across the surface where his blood pooled through and congealed; shallow wounds that still stung, but wouldn't leave any lasting damage. His wings were pinned behind his back painfully, pushed to one side so one half of his back ached and throbbed, and he could feel bruises forming already. His mouth tasted of blood and the orange and blue bloods mixed on his lips and teeth, forming a disgusting, pale purple color. He grimaced as he breathed, his chest and ribs battered and bruised like the rest of his body.

He heard a slow and deliberate "tap, tap, tap" of a hard object against metal and he straightened up considerably. Now was no time to show weakness.

"Rufioh," the blue blood said as she entered with a wide grin. "Always a pleasure."

"Aranea," he spat. Her grin fell and her eyes grew dark as she rushed forward, grabbing his face.

"Do NOT use that name. My name is Spinneret Mindfang. Do you understand?" she growled. He turned to look away and was met with a hard backhand, making him gasp as his mouth stung, an orange bruise already forming. "I asked if you understood, you rustblood."

"Y-yes, Marquise," he replied softly.

"Good. How has my plaything been today?" Mindfang moved to sit at the table in the room, pouring herself a large tankard of rum. "Have you been good?"

"Please, Ar- Spinneret, please. Let me go."

"Let you go?" she laughed, downing half the mug in one swallow. "Why on Alternia would I do that when we've been enjoying each other's' company so much? It's a win-win relationship, my dear Rufioh." She grinned, moving behind him and he froze. "I scratch YOUR back," she said as she raked her nails hard against his back, making him cry out as she drew blood. "And you scratch mine." She bit hard into the nape of his neck, adding to the many bruises and bite marks already blemishing his neck and shoulders. "Come now, Rufioh, are you saying you don't enjoy this?"

"What do you want?" he growled, snarling. "Why are you keeping me here?" She sighed, bringing a chair before him, backwards so she could lean on its back while she spoke to him.

"Have you ever tried to outrun fate, my dear Rufioh?"

"What?" he asked, eyes narrowing.

"Knowing the future… is it a gift, or a burden?" She sighed, running her fingers along the back of the chair. "Sometimes I don't know. I wish I hadn't peered into things I shouldn't have, Rufioh. But I think that maybe…" She kicked the chair away, approaching him. "Just maybe…" She grinned, slowly running her tongue along his neck, drinking away the blood. "I can make my own destiny. What do you think?"

"You're a crazy, sadistic bitch," he replied, spitting into her face. She reeled back, face blushing a dark cerulean as she smacked him hard again, jerking his face to one side.

"How DARE you?" she growled. "How DARE you? I am your superior! I am your captor! You're on MY ship, Rufioh! I could KILL you without a second thought! Do you think I'm above that? That I wouldn't slit your throat right here, simply to watch the blood trickle from your neck?" For a moment, he truly considered she would. She seethed for a moment, groaning and storming out of the room and Rufioh sighed, letting himself slump in his bonds again, his eyes closing. She was gone and he could finally relax. However, as soon as he did, he heard a sharp CRACK and his eyes flew open. He should've heard her heels if she'd entered.

No, he must've dozed off. Very little light trickled into the room from outside, and a gas lamp on the table behind Mindfang illuminated her silhouette, her sharp teeth glowing in the light.

"You were very tired, Rufioh," she said softly, cracking the whip in her hand again. "Do you know how long you've been out?"

"I-I-" he coughed, his mouth dry. How long HAD he been out?

"It's very impolite to keep a lady waiting," she said, her grin now a nasty snarl. "And you know what highbloods do to those who wrong them." His eyes widened only a fraction of a second before the whip landed, his body surging with pain as he cried out. Already the bruise began forming, a thick line of orange beneath his skin. "That won't do," she muttered, lashing out again, receiving another cry of pain. "Bruises aren't enough. You need to really feel your punishment." Again and again the whip sliced at his skin, tough as it was, it finally broke, making him gasp loudly as his head spun, bronze blood trickling down his chest in thick lines. "There. Have you repented yet, knave?"

"P-please," he croaked. "I'm sorry…"

"You're not sorry yet," she growled, moving to the table to set down the whip. "But you will be." After a moment of rummaging around on the table, she turned, holding several leather straps in her hands. "Come now, pet. You're going to apologize."

"I'm s-" She thrashed out, smacking him across the face, nails raking against his cheek.

"Not like that," she growled. She reached up, undoing the cuffs from the ceiling, bringing them close to his face and cuffing his wrists and neck to the leather strips. "Perfect." She grabbed what appeared to be a chain attached to the leather strips and yanked hard, forcing him down. He reached out, trying to catch himself with his bound hands, but instead fell face first into the wood-painted metal floor. "Now, Rufioh. Beg."

"B-beg?"

"Yes," she snarled, pressing the heel of her stiletto into his back, above his wings. "I said beg!"

"P-please, Mindfang! D-don't do this…"

"Not like that," she grinned, cupping his chin and forcing him to look up at her. "Beg for more." He flushed orange.

"S-Spinneret…"

"You heard me," she cooed softly. "Now."

"P-please…" He paused. For a moment, he considered his pride and how he was once a strong warrior. He could cut down swathes of highbloods in the name of the Signless, fighting the good fight for peace and what was right, and now at the heels of this treacherous blueblood he was forced to his knees and made to beg. What would the others think of him now? "Please, Spinneret," the words spilled from his lips before he could stop them. "More…"

"Good little lowblood," she sneered, grabbing a metal ring and securing it around his neck before moving to the table, facing him as she leaned back against it. "What do you want?"

"Wh-what do I want?" he asked, unsure of how to answer. "I want… to go… free?"

"Wrong," she sighed, a tone of boredom lining her voice as she reached to her side, pressing a button on a small remote. He thrashed as electricity shot through his body, his wings fluttering helplessly, finally gasping as she released the button. "What do you want, rustblood?"

"I-I want-" He paused. "M-more."

"More of what?" she grinned, holding up the remote. "This?"

"N-no!"

"What then?"

"Of… you."

"Of me?" she asked, feigning surprise, though by the tone he could tell he finally did right.

"Yes, Marquise. I need you."

"Good, little Rufioh." She smirked, closing her eyes and leaning her head back as she kicked off her stilettos, purring softly in her throat. "What would you like to see?"

"Y-you," he stammered, his voice betraying him. "A-all of you, Marquise…" She grinned, reaching under her long dress, slowly rolling down her stockings. Rufioh swallowed hard as her ashen skin was slowly revealed down her long legs.

"Do you like this, lowblood? You've cut down so many like me, and now you're begging to take me. Or, rather, for me to take you." She smirked and her words stung. She was right. He shouldn't want this at all, and yet, somehow, something about her was alluring. He'd never taken another, and hadn't planned on it, but seeing her…

"Yes, Spinneret," he said softly. "I want it." She grinned, finally rolling her stockings off completely, moving to him and beginning to unbutton her blouse. "Please, Spinneret…" She grabbed him by his mohawk, yanking hard.

"Please what, lowblood?"

"P-please, let me have you…" She paused for a moment, looking over him and finally moving to unclip his wings. He fluttered them for a moment, getting used to the feeling of them being free once more before she spread them out.

"Lay on your back," she commanded. He frowned, attempting to maneuver the bonds around his wrist and neck, eventually settling his arms above his head as he lied down on the metal floor, his wings splayed out behind him. She smirked, lifting her dress, black and decorated with blue markings, as she positioned herself above him. He almost gasped when he saw she wasn't wearing anything underneath – neither nether-region or chest protection. "Come now, Rufioh," she grinned, running hand through his black and red hair. "You said you wanted me. Show me." She ground her hips to his face and he hesitated, turning away from her. "I said show me," she growled, gripping his horns like handles, forcing him to face her as she pushed with her hips once more.

He groaned, her moist entrance pushing against his face without much he could do about it. He grimaced as she ground against him, feeling her body vibrate softly as she purred.

"Come on, Rufioh, you can put a bit more effort into it," she grinned, gripping his horns tighter, closer to the base where they were more sensitive. He tried suppressing a moan, but his lips slipped open just a tiny bit, allowing her juices to flow into his mouth. He groaned, the aphrodisiac almost immediately overwhelming him with pheromones. "Good boy," his oppressor grinned, moving her hands back to his hair as his mouth opened a bit more, his tongue slowly sliding against her as she ground against him. "Are you going to be good, Rufioh? Can I release you?" He nodded against her, his tongue probing her entrance, finding her clit and circling it slowly. She jerked and gasped, moaning as she undid his bonds. Immediately, he yanked the strap from his throat, pushing Spinneret to the ground and climbing atop her.

"Aranea," he muttered softly, looking into her eyes for a moment before kissing her hard, giving her a taste of her own juices. Her body jerked and twitched in response to the influx of pheromones and she cupped his face as they kissed. His hands wandered to her corset, undoing the fastenings and tearing it off of her before moving to her dress. She moved to his neck, kissing and biting him as he groaned, tearing what little fabric was left on her away from her body, their bodies pressed tight to one another.

"Rufioh," she panted softly, raking her nails down his back before pushing him off of her. She grinned, moving to the table and throwing most of its contents onto the floor before hopping atop it, sitting at the edge of the table. "Come." He moved forward quickly, his wings fluttering excitedly as he kissed her hard, one hand moving between her legs as she whimpered, her hands stroking slowly down his chest, eventually stopping at his large member.

He paused, the pheromone beginning to flee his system quickly, his head beginning to clear. He was free. He could attempt to flee the ship – or, better, he could simply kill the notorious pirate here and now and be done with it.

"Rufioh," she hissed, looking up at him questioningly as she slowly stroked him. He took in a deep breath, slowly pushing his fingers into her as she groaned, grinning and running a hand through her hair. "Oh, yes…" He moaned softly, kissing her as he began to slowly work his fingers in and out of her, letting her guide him to her entrance, soaked with her cerulean juices. "Do it," she growled. "Do it now." He reached up, gripping her hair near her horns as she gasped and stiffened before grinning and slowly pushing into her. She whimpered and panted heavily, gripping his horns as he bit into her neck, his teeth piercing the skin as he began to taste her blue blood dripping from her neck. She whimpered, wrapping her ashen legs tightly around his waist, bucking and panting as he thrust deeper into her.

"Aranea," he groaned, grabbing her waist and pulling her up. She gasped as he sat her up and then pulled her from the table, her legs around his waist and arms around his neck tightly, the much larger orange blood holding her hips to keep her aloft, pumping slow at first, but quickly gaining speed. She squealed and ground her body against him as he pumped faster, feeling sweat already beginning to drip down his brow.

"On your back," she demanded in a surprisingly calm voice and he quickly complied, setting her down and lying back for her to climb on top of him, grinning. Slowly, she rubbed herself along his length, groaning and whimpering, before slowly pushing him into her. "Ooh, Rufioh…" she cooed, grinding against him and feeling him fill her up. He grunted, head tilted back as she moved back and forth on top of him. "I'm close…" He could feel it; inside of her, she was beginning to contract and he could feel a part inside of her tensing, where her genetic material was stored. He flushed orange, her body's reaction fueling his own as he felt himself strain, hips bucking lightly. Suddenly, she pulled from him, turning quickly and positioning herself over him as before. He moved to get up but her mouth was quickly on him and he shuddered, unable to move, the aphrodisiac of her body filling his nostrils and mouth and forcing him to please her once more.

She groaned and squealed, body thrashing above him as she reached climax, filling his mouth with her genetic material as he flushed bright orange, the act incredibly taboo, as he began to cum as well, gripping her head and holding it on him as he filled her with his material as well. She whimpered, sitting patiently and drinking as much as she could before coughing violently and pulling off of him with a gasp. He was beginning to have trouble breathing, his vision sparking and popping and his chest hurting until finally she rose off of him, giving him a breath of fresh air as he gasped hard. His head still swam with the waves of pleasure ripping through him both from his orgasm and her natural drug inside him and he dully noted something cold against his feet and hands. Upon regaining full sensation of his body, he realized he was once again chained up in the room, and alone.

"Spinneret?" he called out. He had thought maybe she'd changed. He'd been used. "ARANEA!"

AN: So this is the longest chapter I think I've written yet. I tried to write something more "edgy" but I'm still a bit afraid to test the boundaries of my followers, lest they abandon my story for something too much. u_u

I'm going to try to write as much as I can as quickly as I can and pump out a bunch for you guys to read before I relapse into a not-writing mood, so enjoy!