Passing Fascination
For anyone who missed the memo, I've scrapped the original, and am redoing Passing Fascination from the top.
Scheduled: Updates the 11th of the month!
Summary: Your village sold you out to try and save their own hides and it didn't work. Now you're Captain Eustass Kid's favorite squeaky toy, and it's not so bad, compared to the villagers' fates.
You need to bounce before this fascination passes, or you're likely to end on the auction block yourself.
CW: non con, casual murder, forced exposure, forced exhibitionism, very rough oral, anal, double penetration, group sex, bondage, impact play, breath play, pet play, yandere, abuse, coercion, violence, degradation, no one is nice not even reader, dead dove, I keep using the word play, but Kid is not playing around, minors dni 18+ only!
Chapter 4: Pet
You were vaguely aware of things as you’re untied from the Cradle and carried off the deck. The sunlight disappears into the cold shadows of the interior of the ship. Before you begin shivering from the cold, you’re set in a hot bath. It’s almost a little too hot, but even before you can worry that it might be hurting you, you’re already adjusting to it.
Quincy and Emma seem to be taking care of you, and when you start to move with them, they start giving you instructions. There isn’t much said, a little light praise for a job well done, but they don’t offer food. Emma gives you some fresh water, and then they walk you to the Captain’s room.
You’re allowed to sleep on the Captain’s bed, but that’s all you really get. You’re too tired to argue, and his bed is several steps better than anything you’ve slept on before.
Pulling the sheets over you, you’re out too fast to even really think about it.
You have no sense of how long you slept, and you don’t remember dreaming, but when you wake up you’re immediately reminded of your situation.
There’s a taste of metal in your mouth, and a weight against your back. You’re on your stomach against the bedding and you already know who is behind you, the metal finger against your tongue. The cool sensation of metal against the underside of your chin and against your throat barely registers to the more concerning feeling of cold lube dripping onto your ass.
“Good morning, Bug.” Kid says, his presence all-consuming in your current position. “Be a good pet, and spread your ass cheeks.” His finger in your mouth caresses your tongue. “Good pets get to enjoy being fucked, disobedient pets don’t.”
You can’t get away, and you couldn’t beg even if you thought it would help, not with his finger in your mouth. You’re certain anything you try to say would be interrupted the second he decides to shove that digit down your throat.
As quickly as you can you reach behind yourself, spreading your ass and gasping as the cold lube hits your anus. His finger presses in behind it, swirling around the tight muscle. The pressure sends sweet jolts through you, and you moan softly. You might be nervous, but it seems you’re too groggy for it to tense up your body, thankfully.
“Fuck, I love how sensitive you are.” He hums. “I wanna break you.” Pushing his thick finger in you whine from the sting of the stretch. “Not tonight bug, relax. Breathe in… and out.”
When you breathe out he pushes his finger in deeper. It stings a little, but it feels weird more than anything else. When he pulls his finger out he pushes the lube nozzle in, squeezing the icy goop directly into your guts
“Cold!” you gasp, the word muffled by his finger. Your body tenses for a second, but then he swirls his finger around the entrance again.
“Don’t let go of your ass until I move your hands,” he says, pushing his finger in again. He moves it around for a moment before adding a second finger. You whine against his metal finger, but do your best to relax, you know what the inevitable end to this is, and the more he’s willing to prep and stretch you, the better it’s going to be for you.
The scissoring action of his fingers loosens you up even more. He’s added more lube and at this point you think you’re going to be shitting lube for a week. Better that than bleeding for a week because he tears you open in his haste, so it’s not a complaint, but you can’t help the fleeting visual of leaving lewd shaped globs of lube behind every time you stand up.
The strange feeling coils in your stomach and you can feel yourself getting wet. The soft whines from the prep and cold lube turn into something different, more like moans, your breath hot and heavy against his finger. Maybe you’re too sleepy to over think it, or two worried about what’s going to happen, but your hips shift, meeting his fingers and pushing them a little deeper.
The moan that escapes you rolls your eyes back, and has Kid’s undivided attention.
His finger leaves your mouth and he shifts his weight off you for a brief moment. Moving your hands off your ass, and placing them over your head, holding them in place with his metal hand, he grins down at you. His legs pin yours closed as his weight cages over you again.
His cock pushes between your cheeks easily, especially with all the lube, the tip of his cock bullying past the tight ring of your anus with little resistance. You try to breathe and relax, little recourse left but to whine and moan into the bedding. One of his feet rests over both your ankles, pinning you beneath him completely.
He sinks into you as his weight presses you into the bed. There’s so much lube you can feel it squelching out of your ass as he pushes in. He’s not hilting in one go, but he’s not pulling back and teasing you like he had yesterday.
Quincy and Emma didn’t give you anything to eat because you weren’t going to have room for anything but his cock. You can barely believe you’re taking him up your ass this easily. His hips press into your ass cheeks and you gasp, sucking in a big breath at the strange, and powerful, sensation that hits you.
“Oh, there it is.” You can hear the grin in his voice as he pushes in just a little deeper. The weird sensation makes stars explode in your vision and you wonder for a moment if you’re going to scream because of it. “Tell me if you cum, bug.” He commands, releasing his hold on your hands and lifting your head up off the mattress by your hair.
You keep your hands where he had put them, clutching the bedding as he pulls back just a little, and then back in, rubbbing that one spot.
“Fuck-fuck-fuuuck— Kuh!—cumming!” You cry out, your body shuddering in nearly painful ecstasy as he shifts a little, forcing your body to shiver as much as it could, pinned beneath him.
“Not many people are that sensitive, lucky you bug.” He says, shifting enough that he’s not actively holding you down. “Don’t pass out, or I’ll punish you.”
Your body is still shivering from the first orgasm when Kid starts to fuck you. Each heavy thrust pushes air out of your body, leaving you desperate for every breath you can take in. There’s no escaping the harsh pleasure, his hips drive into your ass and his cock hits that place each time. The mattress absorbs some of the impact, but you feel it compress against the frame of the bed each time.
Every time you cum there’s a few thrusts afterward that don’t feel good. The uncomfortable stinging ache in your guts ruins the afterglow of an orgasm, but it doesn’t take long before that fades and the pleasure starts to build again. It’s a different sensation than what you felt yesterday.
It doesn’t seem to tense every muscle in your body, or curl your toes, but there’s no other word for it other than orgasm. Your cunt throbs and twitches every time the rush hits you.
You’re on your fifth, the strange pleasure pulling guttural groans from your lungs that you can’t even try to stifle, sweat dripping down your face, and a sick feeling in your stomach from the exertion of it all, when his pace changes.
Kid pushes your face into the mattress, pumping into your ass faster than before until he hilts with a bruising snap of his hips once, twice, you can feel his cock throbbing inside you, the rush of hot spend mixing with the lube in your guts. After a satisfied sigh, he rolls his hips, milking himself inside you for a few more moments before he pulls out of your ass and dismounts you.
“Get up.” He commands.
You aren’t sure you can feel any of your limbs currently, but you will yourself to move. If you can’t move at all, there’ll be nothing for it, but if you’re going to get punished for disobedience you want it to be because you had no other choice. Not because you decided to be disobedient.
The difference seems important to Kid, as far as you can tell.
You get your feet on the floor, and manage to stand, your stance is a little wide, and you can feel your whole body shivering, but you managed to get up.
“Good girl.” He says, patting the side of your face. “You’re officially my pet. I command, you obey. If you can’t obey you better break yourself trying. Piss me off enough and you’ll become a toy, and toys don’t last long on this crew.”
Grabbing your face with his hand, he squeezes your cheeks, making sure you’re looking at him. “Do a good job and I’ll make you my whore.” Spitting in your mouth, he lets go of your face. “Pets do as they’re told, but I’ll listen to a whore.”
“Sometimes.” He adds, turning you to the side and smacking your ass. “Walk.”
It’s one shaky step after the other, but you follow after Kid as he leads you into the bathroom. Once you’re in there he’s a little nicer, helping you get cleaned up after you clamor into the tub. He doesn’t do anything sweet like ask you how you’re doing, but he makes sure you get as much of the lube cleaned up as you can.
“If you gotta piss, you ask.” He explains while you’re in the bath. “You don’t get to say no, so if you decide to mouth off it better be life and fucking death. You won’t enjoy any punishment you earn, so don’t test it.”
He considers that for a second. “Or do. You wouldn’t be the first pet I put down.”
“Punishment equals death?” You risk asking. You’re not entirely sure what equates talking back, but you feel like assumptions are dangerous.
“Treat it like it does.” Kid answers. He leans back in the big tub, and points down. “Put that mouth to use, bug. I want to know how long you can stay underwater.”
You and Kid might be clean, but the water’s soapy and murky. It’s probably still cleaner than pond water, so you’re not worried about it. Water’s not the best lubricant, but it doesn’t take you long to get Kid’s cock down your throat.
It was actually easier when he was fucking your face under his own power. Either he agrees, or that was the plan, but once you get about half of him into your throat his hand is on the back of your head. He pushes you down and thrusts up at the same time, fucking your face with zero concern.
After a second of panic, wondering what you could do with your hands that wouldn’t be taken as you resisting, you decide to fold them behind your back, letting him do as he pleases. He holds you against his body for a minute, letting you convulse like you had yesterday, silently gagging on his length, your tears and snot mixing with the bath water.
After a minute he resumes fucking your face. After another minute you can feel him throbbing, and he holds you down against his pubes again, unloading down your throat. The release burns, your throat swallowing involuntarily and making his fingers tighten in your hair. You think you hear him groan, grinding against your face for a bit before he pulls you free and up out of the water.
“Fuck, that’s a great skill you got there, bug.” He praises, letting you lay on his chest for a moment.
You’re over his shoulder when he gets out of the bath, naked body clinging to his. He’s a moving mountain as far as you’re concerned, and when he turns on the shower to rinse you both off you don’t even gasp from the momentarily cold water. You’re too exhausted. The sun still hasn’t come up and while it was up when you fell asleep, you don’t think you slept long.
“I’ll have my dessert, then you can sleep more, bug.” He says, wrapping you in a towel and leaving you to dry yourself off while he dries himself. You aren’t sure what he means by dessert, but you’re pretty sure it’s going to involve you.
When he scoops you up you’re just grateful to not have to walk back to the bed. There’s a soft squeak from you, and the bed, when he drops you onto the mattress. He doesn’t have his metal arm, and you realize that he didn’t have it in the bath earlier. You’re surprised to see two flesh arms on him, the metal arm was something he controlled so easily you were certain he only had the one arm.
Kid has you on your back, pulled to the edge of the bed easily. One hand on each of your ankles, he pulls your legs almost painfully wide, the stretch making you gasp before his mouth on your pussy makes you moan.
Two seconds in and you think you’d let anyone do this to you that wanted to. His lips and tongue are hot and wet and move through your folds easily. He moves between sucking on your clit and fucking your hole with his tongue and there’s no movement that doesn’t feel good. You don’t know what you did to deserve something so effortlessly pleasurable, but you hold onto the bed because you aren’t sure what to do with your hands.
It only takes a couple minutes for your breath to start coming out in short, husky gasps. Your hips shift, but you try your best to stay still. You can barely help it as your toes and feet flex.
Kid shifts you, pushing your legs back and tilting your hips up. The next position has his tongue inside your vagina and his nose against your clit and your eyes roll back. It takes just a few seconds and you’re cumming against his face.
He’s licking and sucking, slurping everything he can from your cunt and all you can do is shiver and ride out the overstimulation from one orgasm into a second. You’re so exhausted it hurts more than anything else, the exertion of your body in the last few hours has been far beyond anything you’ve endured so far.
But there’s no room for you to say no, and you’ve been aware of that since he filled your doorway.
Even so, you can’t stop yourself from sobbing when he sucks harshly on your clit. The pained sound is enough to get him to lift his head and look at you. His hands spread your labia apart and he swirls his tongue deep inside you one last time before finally being done.
Patting your thigh as he stands up, he pulls you up into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. There’s a half-second where his hand is stable against your shoulder, steadying you before he reaches over and grabs something off the bedside table.
“Drink.” He commands, putting a mug in your hands.
You drink. It’s water, not cold or hot, but tepid and clean. It tastes amazing, and you didn’t realize how thirsty you were. He takes the cup when you’re done and pushes you back with a finger against your forehead.
“Sleep.” He commands, an unexpected softness in his otherwise rough voice. “You can drink more when you wake up.”
