Day Five of Captivity (PG-17)

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 4th March 2014

Characters: Benani, Crolarin
Description: Day Five of Benani's captivity begins
Location: Amber Hills Hold, Elsewhere on Pern
Date: month 5, day 25 of Turn 7
Notes: PG-17 For abuse and sexual situations. Read at Own Risk. Plot is
Council Approved
Rating: PG-17

Benani

Her brain wasn't quite as fogged by the drugs as usual when she woke
this time. She had no way to tell time or even know whether it was
night or day. But from what he had told her, she'd been his captive
now for more than three sevendays. She was hungry and tired and
chained to the bed. Not only that, he kept her naked and afraid. How
many times had he spanked her for the littlest slip up. She didn't
dare ask about her family at Amber Hills or he would go into a rage
and punish her for it.

She needed food but she needed the wine more. She eased herself off
the bed to use the chamber pot he'd put in reach and then bathed
herself with the soap and water he'd placed on a shelf nearby. He was
gone as he sometimes was when she awoke and she looked around for the
cup of wine but it was out of her reach. She stretched out her fingers
and could touch the edge of the shelf but couldn't get the cup that
contained her relief.

Then she heard his footsteps coming down toward the room she was in,
so she backed up and assumed the position he demanded of her. On her
knees with legs spread, her hands were clasped behind her neck and
eyes downcast on the floor as he rounded the corner. She would remain
mute until he spoke to her.

Crolarin stepped into the small cavern, immediately looking over at
the woman near the bed. A satisfied smile spread over his face. Five
days and she was already eager to please. It boded well for their
relationship. She was a passionate little thing, once he got past her
inevitable protests. His lips pursed as he stopped to look at her,
gazing over her flushed cheeks and goosefleshed skin. His smile grew a
little wider as he approached and lowered his hand to stroke her hair
as though she was a pet that had pleased him. "Are you thirsty?"

"Yes sir," she murmured internally flinching at the name he wanted her
to use. But she wanted that wine, she needed that wine. Yet it was
near impossible for her to call him Husband knowing her heart and
hopes were still pinned on Zathris.

His hand immediately tightened on her hair and pulled. "My Lord
Husband, Benani." He glared down at her. "Unless you want a repeat of
your punishment, you will address me as such." He bent slightly to
purr at her. "Unless you enjoy not getting release..." He looked up at
the wine and then back at her. "Or I can just take away the wine. You
won't need that, will you?"

She knew when she hadn't said it that he would react badly but she
didn't think he'd keep the wine from her. "No, I mean yes," she
gasped. "I need the wine," and the truth was she _really_ needed the
wine. He'd never threatened to take that away before. "Please," she
almost sobbed. "M...my Lord H...Husband." The last word was sobbed but
she knew she was beaten.

He slowly released her hair and stroked the soft strands, sliding his
hands through her hair with a pride similar to that of a man who owned
a prize runner. "That's better." He tilted his head to the side and
moved to stand in front of her. "Prove to me you want the wine,
Benani. Prove to me that you believe me to be your husband." He turned
her face until her eyes were level with his groin. "Make me believe
it."

Her face blanched. Benani had never been willing in what she'd felt
was his continual rape. But until now he'd never used her this way.
Her hands shook and she couldn't help the tears that trailed down her
cheeks. But that made no difference. She needed the wine or rather
what he put in the wine so she had to make him believe.

Her fingers fumbled at the waist of his trousers as she tried to
quickly release him but she couldn't get the fastenings undone. Her chin
trembled as she fought against the fabric and her gorge.

Crolarin tsked his tongue softly. "Benani, Benani...tears?" He petted
her hair and dropped his hand to thumb away the tears on her cheek.
"This doesn't make me believe anything. I've been good to you. I've
given you food, water, wine and pleasure. I've only punished you when
you've been bad. I don't have to make sure that you find release. I
could be selfish. " He petted her cheek with soft affection. "I bring
you your pleasure every day. Is it so hard for you to do the same for
me? And once I know that you're going to accept the truth of the
situation, you can be untied and life will be easier for the both of
us. I'll give you anything you need. Now..." He undid the laces on his
pants and stepped out of them as they fell to his ankles. He stood
close to her face. "Show me that you care, and I'll do the same."

What she knew in that moment was that she had no choice. It was one
thing to do this from love but it was completely different from fear..
She looked up and realized something, to him she was a thing to be
owned and like her little puppy she had to give love and do tricks or
be abandoned. And that would be her death sentence. She had to
survive, she wanted to survive.

~~~~~Fade to Black~~~~~~

He pulled away from her, looked down and sighed before bending to
check to see if she was breathing. Picking her up, he laid her back on
the bed and started patting her cheeks, lightly then harder. "No
sleeping, my pet."

She swallowed convulsively and gasped a full breath returning to
consciousness. "May I have a drink now, My Lord Husband?"

"Of course." He pulled her to a sit, stroking her hair back from her
face. "You did very well." He rose, his back to her and filled the
cup, but not before slipping a few drops of a clear liquid within it
out of her view. He turned and placed the cup at her lips. "Drink,
pet. And then you'll get your reward and supper."

"Thank you My Lord," she said before taking a deep draught of the
wine. She could feel it slide down her throat and into her empty
stomach spreading warmth almost instantly. She smiled at Crolarin and
tried to drain the cup.

He allowed her to drain the cup, stroking her hair while she drank.
The fellis laced wine would soothe her upset, calm her nerves, and
even more importantly, keep her biddable. He put the cup down, bent to
kiss her cheek and moved to the fire, humming pleasantly to himself.
The pot on the makeshift stove was still warm from his supper earlier,
and with steady hands, he dished her a bowl of stew, then broke of a
sizeable hunk of bread. He walked back to her and handed her the bowl
and bread sitting beside her. "Eat. And then it's your turn."

With no shame she crossed her ankles and sat upright on the bed hands
on her thighs while she waited patiently. The stew was welcome and
wonderful and she dipped the bread and all but licked the bowl when
she was done. She hadn't had that much food at one time that she could
remember recently so it reinforced her conscious decision to please
him as best she could. Of course since the drugs went into her system
before the food her mind was pleasantly fogged and the nagging shaking
and aches had ceased.

He waited until she was done eating and then poured another goblet of
wine for her. This time, he added nothing to it, but handed it to her
plain to wash down the stew. He watched her with an air of possessive
pride, his hand moving to stroke her thigh and then the flat of her
abdomen. "You're so beautiful. I can't believe you're mine." He pulled
away to pull off his shirt and then fully naked, settled back beside
her. His hands roamed over her bare back and then back to her thighs,
kneading the soft skin. "All mine."

This cup of wine she savored more slowly while his hands ran over her
and her body began once again to respond to his touch. Wine had a
rather pleasant effect on her and always had.

That nagging voice that tried to warn her and tried to protest receded
farther and farther until she could ignore it and enjoy the attentions
of her Lord Husband. She smiled and handed him the glass. her own hand
dropping to caress the lightly furred curve of his thigh.

Now that she was more compliant and responsive, Crolarin relaxed,
silently blessing fellis for its sedating properties. She was so much
easier to play with when she wasn't sniffling and being defiant. He
took the glass, putting it aside before nudging at her shoulders to
push her back. "You've been very good today, you know..." He laid her
on her back and parted her thighs, allowing her legs to hang off of
the bed in languor. "Good behavior is always rewarded." He licked his
lower lip and lowered himself to his knees between her thighs. "You
open like a flower, you know that?"

She did as he urged without resistance and smiled at his praise. He
really was so nice to her when she just did what he wanted. A twisting
spike of wrongness tried to rear up again but the fellis had firm hold
of her now. "Does that please you," she asked softly.

Crolarin stroked the soft skin of her inner thighs and laid two kisses
on each. "Yes. That pleases me."

"I am your flower," she repeated without hesitation and ignored that
panicked other person in her head who wanted her to remain silent or
deny him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Fade to black again~~~~~

He luxuriated in her release and slowly pulled away,
giving her a final soft kiss. There was nothing that he could not
do to this woman. Her pleasure and her pain was completely under his
control and Crolarin knew it. "Better, pet?"

Benani was still shaken to her core and she blinked several times
before she could make sense of his question enough to nod. "Thank
you," she ground out.

"Thank you, what?" He nipped her inner thigh sharply in rebuke.

She gasped at the sudden pain. "My Lord Husband," she shuddered.
"Thank you My Lord Husband."

"Good." He rose and carefully lifted her legs to settle her on the
bed. He looked down at her, tapping his finger on his lips. "I think I
can leave you untied for now while I'm here, if you can behave
yourself. You can walk around and stretch your legs. "

"Yes, sir," she nodded though she was feeling very sleepy.

"Good girl." He stroked her hair.

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