(Disclaimer: I do not own Treasure Planet; just Maryam and my other OC's.)

(Authors Note: Hello dearest readers and fellow writers! Damn, it's been a hot minute since I updated this story! I apologize for not uploading this chapter sooner, but between work and family I have little free time to write new content. Regardless, thank you all for your patience and for giving this story a chance!)

(Warning: This chapter contains depictions and attempt of sexual assault.)

Chapter 16

-8:45 am-

As the hour of the ceremony drew near, muffled sounds of attending guests were heard amidst the tuning of the old church organ.

Meanwhile, the bride stood inside her dressing room and looked upon her reflection in the adjacent mirror: her golden hair was clean and styled to perfection, her bouquet was lovely and her gown was dazzling; yet, these trivial things held no meaning to her. What should've been seen as the happiest day of her life is far from the truth. She wore no smile upon her ruby lips, and her once bright sapphire eyes were now cast to the floor in obedient submission.

Turning away from the mocking mirror, Maryam emitted a wince as she felt a sharp pain from within. Of course, she knew said pain was the result of Edmund's earlier assault, as she unfortunately discovered that his member was barbed with sharp hooks at its base, which kept her firmly in place as he violently rutted her. His defiling of her body had left her with a sense of shame and grief, knowing she now carried a significant piece of him inside her. She could only pray that his seed didn't take root within her womb.

Dismissing those thoughts, she shakily exited the room and made her way towards the end of the aisle, where she spotted her soon-to-be 'husband' standing at the altar. Swallowing her nerves, Maryam slowly began walking down the aisle as the wedding music began to play. Ignoring the hundreds of eyes staring at her, she kept her gaze down as she neared the altar.

Once she reached Edmund, the priest began to speak: "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here on this fine day to bear witness the union of this man and this woman in holy matrimony. Do you, Edmund Swift, take Maryam Weller to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold through good times and through bad times? For richer and for poorer? To love and care for in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

Glancing over at the human/felinid woman, a smug/devious smile lined his face as his piercing gaze met hers, "I do."

Turning his attention towards the young hybrid, the priest stated, "And do you, Maryam Weller, take Edmund Swift to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold through good times and through bad times? To be bonny and buxton in bed and bear his children? To love and care for in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

Suppressing the queasy feeling in her gut, Maryam quietly answered, "...I-I do.."

"Then, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Closing her eyes, Maryam trembled as she felt Edmund's mandibles caress her cheeks as he pulled her in for a kiss. Of course, she couldn't protest as her Father's life literally depended on her cooperation; however, that didn't stop her from silently wishing for this nightmare to end. A symphony of applause erupted from the guests, to which she opened her eyes as the kiss ended; however, she was then swept off her feet by her husband as he carried her down the aisle and out the chapel doors, where he then brought her over to an awaiting carriage and set her inside before joining her.

As the carriage took off, Edmund gave her a hungry look and caressed her cheek with the tip of his sharp claw, "You look ravishing, Mrs. Swift. I daresay that I'm tempted to take you here and now; however, I believe you'll be more comfortable once we reach our stateroom aboard the ship."

Feeling queasy, she suppressed the urge to vomit and meekly nodded in response as they made their way towards the docks. Of course, she endured his suggestive/invasive touches throughout the trip and retreated to the back of her mind as a means of coping. Despite wanting to slap his claws away, she had to endure his advances, lest he decided to slice her open like a ripe purp fruit.

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Upon boarding the Blue Diamond, Edmund carried Maryam up to his private stateroom/suite and laid her upon the large/lavish bed, to which he then hungrily began to lick her neck and the exposed parts of her breasts, while pinning her wrists above her head and using two of his legs to lift up her dress and fiddle with her undergarments. "Now, Mrs. Swift, what say we consummate our marriage and start expanding the bloodline? I want to fill you with my seed and have you birth my son by this time next year. Should you give birth to a daughter, I will continue to force myself upon you until you give me a son. Is that understood?"

Fighting back the urge to cry, Maryam shakily nodded as she felt his erect member push against her opening; however, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar figure silently step out from behind the dressing partition with a cutlass in hand.

Before Edmund could penetrate her, a searing pain shot through his back as he was suddenly met with the sight of a blood-coated blade slowly emerging from his chest, which was then followed by a deep, menacing voice from behind: "Looks like your marriage is annulled." Flint then retracted his sword and offered it to Maryam with a wicked smile, "Care to finish him off, lass?"

Tearfully smiling up at her savior, she nodded and pushed Edmund off of her before springing up and savagely stabbing him, "This is for my Father!" *stab* "This is for my dignity!" *stab* "And this? This is for you!" *stab* Blood splattered across her wedding dress as she ended Edmund's life and brought justice to herself and everyone else who suffered under his authority. Once he was dead, she dropped the sword and ran into Flint's awaiting arms, where she then began to cry out of shock at what she'd just done, but also relief at being rescued.

"It's alright, lass. It's alright," he gently soothed while stroking her golden hair and holding her close. "He can't hurt you anymore."

At his words, she nodded and breathed in his scent, which calmed her nerves and further assured her of his presence. "..H-How? How did you get here?"

At her question, Flint tenderly caressed her cheek, "I'll be glad to tell ya once we're back on the Walrus. Half of my men are currently aboard and in position to plunder this ship, but we need to wait until Billy initiates the attack. Until then, would you like to see if your husband left you an inheritance," he asked with a chuckle, to which she nodded:

"Actually, yes, I would. He stole my Mother's ethereal opal pendant. I want to see if he has it on his corpse."

"Aye, that's reasonable enough." He then watched as she began looting Edmund's body, emptying his pockets and person of valuables, which included the gold cuff-links on his shirt, the silver pocket watch from his vest, and finally, her Mother's necklace from his coat pocket.

Upon donning the pendant, Maryam handed Flint the rest of Edmund's baubles, "Here. I don't want anything else from him. All I wanted is now back in my possession."

"Alright. Is there anything else you'd like?"

"Hmm, clothes would be preferable. And maybe that dressing partition? I figure it would look nice within your stateroom. Plus, I have some ideas on how we can use it," she added with a wink, causing him to chuckle:

"Little minx."

"Hmm, only for you, Nathaniel," she purred, to which he emitted a soft, lustful growl that sent shivers down her spine. The two of them then shared a deep, passionate kiss as he gently picked her up to where she was now level with him.

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Once the raid started, Flint carried Maryam down towards the gangplank, where they boarded the Walrus. Of course, once she was safely on board, he left to aid his men with the plundering while B.E.N set to work drawing her a bath and helping her out of her wedding attire:

"Oh, Mary, I'm so glad you're back!"

"Me too, B.E.N," she smiled before a sharp pain suddenly radiated throughout her lower body, to which she emitted a slight gasp and braced herself against the android.

"Mary?! What's wrong?"

"Mph, just some cramping. I'll be alright. I can finish removing the rest of my clothes now. Thanks for your help."

"Oh, yea, no problem. I'll be right outside if you need me."

"Alright," she smiled as he then closed the lavatory door, leaving her to finish undressing and bathing.

Once all of her clothes were removed, Maryam carefully stepped into the tub and eased into the heated water with a pained *hiss* as her wounds from Edmund's assaults began to throb and lightly bleed as water engulfed them. Obviously, the bruises weren't bleeding, but rather, her vagina and pubic area. She just prayed that whatever damage he did to her body would heal in time, for she wanted Nathaniel to fill her once more. She longed for his intimate touch, yet, she knew any sort of physical contact down there would cause her immense pain at this time.

Damn Edmund!

She was glad that he was dead. No longer would he defile her body and taint her with his seed. No longer would he hold her Father's life hostage and keep her in a gilded cage. With a slight huff, Maryam set to work cleaning herself off while being mindful of her injuries.

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Once finished with their plundering, Flint and his men returned to the Walrus with their spoils. Of course, while the crew celebrated another bounty, Nathaniel headed into his stateroom where he spotted B.E.N standing outside the lavatory door.

"Oh, Captain Flint, I'm glad you've returned! Something's wrong with Mary. She's been in the bathtub for nearly an hour and refuses to let me assist her further."

Concerned, he emitted a sigh, "I'll take it from here. You head down to the galley and fix us dinner."

"Aye, aye, Captain," he saluted before heading out of the cabin.

Once he was gone, Flint opened the lavatory door and was met with a troubling sight: Maryam was sitting in (now cold) bloodied water and painfully groaning, to which he rushed over and drained the tub, where he then noticed the lacerations along her fair skin, as well as the dark bruises along her pelvis and thighs. Obviously, these wounds weren't fresh, but they were still new enough to seep blood and cause her pain. "Maryam?! Speak to me, lass," he gently cupped her cheek, to which she opened her sapphire eyes and winced:

"Nathaniel..it hurts..," she softly cried as he gently scooped her up and dried her off.

"I know. We'll take ya back to Audra's spaceport and get ya some medical help. Just keep your eyes open, okay?"

She nodded and allowed him to dress her in a (woman's) nightgown before carefully setting her upon the bed. "..Thank you."

"Don't thank me just yet, lass. I'm going to inform the crew of the situation; however, I need ya to promise me to keep yer eyes open and stay in bed until I get back."

"..Okay..," she tiredly nodded, to which he then stepped out of the cabin to speak with Billy and the crew. What was likely to happen was that she and a few others would travel back to Audra's spaceport and visit the doctor's. Afterwards, she would ask to stop by the sanatorium to deliver the damp lung medicine to her Father.

(Another Authors Note: I'm so sorry for putting Maryam through all that torture, but at least Edmund is dead. Yay, justice! Anyways, thank you for taking the time to read this chapter. Until next time, peace out.)