Day Three of Captivity (PG-17)

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 15th February 2014

Characters: Crolarin, Benani
Description: Crolarin increases his manipulation of Benani
Location: Amber Hills Hold, Elsewhere on Pern
Date: month 5, day 23 of Turn 7
Notes: For abuse and sexual situations. Read at Own Risk. Plot is Council Approved; Mentioned: Zathris
Rating: PG-17

Benani

She was sore but it did not matter how she twisted she couldn't loosen
the bonds that held her fast. If only she could turn on her side or
curl up in a ball, or sit up. She whimpered semi conscious and drugged
as she was.

"Poor dear..." The soft voice spoke as a weight settled onto the side
of the bed and a hand stroked her nude thigh. "What's wrong, sweet?"
Crolarin bent to check the tie and tsked his tongue. "You've wiggled
it too tight. I warned you not to do that."

She flinched at the hand on her thigh and moaned a protest. "No
please," she murmured. "My back is sore. I just need to change
position. I'm sorry." She shrunk inside. Even in her drugged state she
knew by this time that the voice and hands didn't belong to Zathris.

Crolarin's brow furrowed at her denial. "Yes, Benani. A husband can
touch his wife any time he wishes." He pinched the tender flesh of her
thigh in rebuke, but his weight shifted along the bed, untying her
arms, but leaving one leg tied. He had already bathed her that
morning, leaving a single flower on her pillow for when she woke as
had become his habit; it was still laying there, so before she opened
her eyes, he fished another out of his pocket, laid it on the pillow
and tossed the old into the fire. "You may sit up, wife."

She flinched at the vicious pinch shivered and couldn't help the
involuntary squeak. She pushed herself upright then she began rubbing
her wrists where the skin had begun to chafe. She knew better than to
argue with him no matter what he said. Her cheek was still tender from
the cuff he'd given here when she'd protested that she was married to
Zathris. She kept her eyes downcast and cursed her sluggish brain that
couldn't seem to figure out how to get away. "Thank you," she said
softly.

He gripped her chin and bent to speak into her ear. "I am your Lord
Husband, Benani. That is what you will call me." He released her and
took her hands, examining her wrists. Crolarin looked at the chafed
skin and bent his head to lightly kiss the reddened marks. " Such sad
marks." He picked up a small vial from near the bed and opened it, the
smell of numbweed permeated the room. With careful and surprisingly
gentle fingers he spread the numbweed over her wrists, soothing the
skin before wiping the stuff off of his fingers. "I told you that I
would take care of you, and so I will."

It wasn't right and she knew it wasn't right. How could he be her
husband. Her befuddled brain didn't know how to process... "But
Zathris..." she started.

All gentleness disappeared from his face as a snarl formed on his lips.
Throwing down her hands, Crolarin gripped her chin in tight
fingers. "I've warned you never to say that name. I've told you,
Benani. You're mine now! Mine! My wife and have been for two weeks.
He's not coming for you. He's already given up." He spoke through
clenched teeth.

Desperate to wipe those words and that name away from her lips and
thoughts, Crolarin's mind dredged up a dark punishment. Cuffing her
hadn't worked. Perhaps she needed a more intimate form of persuasion.
Moving quickly, he spun her to lay on her stomach and using his arm,
hefted up her hips. "You're going to learn, Benani...you'll learn who
you belong to. You'll beg to belong to me."

"No," she screamed when he tossed her over. "Please stop." she was
almost sobbing when her face hit the bed. Weeks? her brain frantically
spun but couldn't gain traction on anything but the sensation and the
sound of his voice. Still fogged by drugs, she was confused by his
words. How could Zathris have given up on her? How could she belong to
Lord Crolarin? She didn't even remember a Lord Crolarin.

One hand held her shoulders down against the bed and despite her
pleas, he did not stop. But unexpectedly, he didn't hurt her. Despite
his anger at her defiance and the mentioning of _that_name, he was
surprisingly gentle. His free hand stroked over her hips and down to
between her thighs, petting the flesh with gentle touches. "Yes,
Benani. You love it when I touch you, don't you? You've loved it every
single day."

**No,** her mind denied him even as her body betrayed her. But she
knew now that arguing with him would only invite invasion. "Please
don't," she whispered even as her body gave the lie to her words by
producing pearly wetness between her legs. The drugs robbed her of any
conscious control over the way she responded. She sucked in a breath
and her hips moved. Benani cried, she was losing and she couldn't help
herself,

Fingers stroking and encouraging her pleasure, Crolarin smirked. "What
was that, Benani?" His other hand kneaded at her shoulders as he bent
to run his tongue slowly along her spine. "You want more, don't you?"
He gave her more, just enough to keep her pleasure heightened and
stoked.

She wanted to cry no and get away but she was afraid he'd hurt her
again so she trembled in her fog and tried not to react but her body
didn't cooperate with her.

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