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dinner came around once more, Marit was more than eager to see what Brek was going to dream up for that evening. She was disappointed when it was a rather sedate affair. They let her eat with them, and then the fun began. Instead of cards, she was blindfolded and spun around. The men came at her and she was supposed to dodge from them before they could take their liberties. But she did not want to dodge; she wanted them to take liberties. They got her down on deck and she was squealing with pleasure as they petted her.
“We were thinking of letting you go home, angel,” Andrew said to her as he drove her slowly and maddeningly towards the edge. “What say you?”
“Home?”
“Back to your children and husband, angel.” Brek said as he suckled her left breast and stroked her right breast, sending her even further.
“Back?”
“Where you would never have us to play with again,” Candy whispered as he nibbled her ear lobe and stroked her slowly towards the precipice.
“Never?”
“Is that what you want, angel?” Daro sighed as he finished the work that had her screaming as she went over the edge and down with him into delight and madness.
“I want this,” Marit sobbed, clinging to them as they continued their deliberate chaining of her mind and body. “I want you.”
“Then tell us your name, pet,” Andrew smiled as he drew out a document and pen, “so we can put it on the ownership papers.”
“Reyma,” Marit lied, as a part of her mind retained enough reason for a brief second before she was completely lost. “Reyma Mariuskaya.”
She was lost then, completely and totally to the wonder of what was being done to her. She did not see Andrew fill in her name, or rather her half-sister’s name, on the document. All she knew was what was going on inside of her as hands stroked, lips claimed, teeth nibbled and tongues licked. She didn’t know whose was doing what to her by then, and she did not care. She was locked into the wanting, the longing, the need to be theirs. She belonged to them, and they, the darling brutes, belonged to her. She collapsed with a sigh of pleasure and they left her lying out on deck, enjoying the sight of her sweaty body glistening in the moonlight. They lit their pipes and sat back, thoughtful.
“We have found ourselves a right winning little slave, brothers,” Andrew smiled as Marit moved over to him and curled up at his feet with a sigh of happiness. “I’ve never seen one to respond so quickly and so completely.”
“Poor little waif must have been longing for someone to pamper and pet her,” Canby said. He leaned over and ran his fingers along the faint whip marks. “Someone was not at all gentle with her.”
“How anyone could brutalize such an angel,” Daro shook his head as he whistled and Marit looked up at him dreamily. “Come here, pretty.” He set her in his lap and began to stroke and pet her and she cuddled into him, almost purring. “Such a darling little pretty. Who could ever hurt you?”
“They could,” Brek sang out from his place at watch. The other three men stood up and saw the sails.
“Go to your cage, angel,” Daro said as he set Marit on her feet, “and don’t make a noise until one of us comes for you.”
Marit did as she was told and was inside the dark little cupboard under Andrew’s bed, secured and the panel closed as the first cannon ball hit the side of their vessel. She bit her hand to keep from screaming as she heard angry voices. Then there were four thuds on deck and a woman’s scream of anger. She screamed as the panel was pushed open and she was freed. The man wrapped her in a blanket and carried her out on deck where other men, who she knew and could not look at now that she was a slave were waiting. Her sister was shoved forward roughly.
“Make the exchange, Reyma,” Tavin snarled as he held her arms behind her back. “Now!”
Marit stiffened as she felt something shifting inside her mind. And then she was standing next to Tavin, his arms around her possessively. Lorenz slugged Reyma across the jaw and put her in the cabinet where Marit had been, fastening the chain. He closed the panel as she revived and laughed as she screamed and demanded to be let out.
“Her mind will not be as they might wish,” Lorenz said as he looked at Marit in sorrow, “but her body will remember what was done to it.”
“You would turn my sister into a slave?”
“She wanted you dead, my love,” Tavin said to her, holding her to him. “She will learn to be happy with these men.” He looked into her eyes and saw how close they had been to losing her. “They almost had you, Marit.”
“They treated me with great kindness,” Marit told him as she looked down at the men. “I didn’t break until after they asked me for my name.” She blushed in shame. “I gave them hers.” The men laughed as Tavin hugged her close. “It was cruel.”
“She’ll learn how to make people happy,” Taryn argued as he hugged his niece. “Something her mother never taught her.”
“We’ll go home now, Marit,” Tavin said as he picked her up in his arms and carried her across the plank to the other vessel. “To Stormkeep.”
“No,” Marit shook her head and tried to get loose. “I belong here,” she said to him, nodding at the fallen men. “I belong with them.”
“No, Marit,” Tavin argued with her, “you don’t.”
“If your lady wants to be our pet,” Andrew snarled as he got to his feet, his weapon ready, “we won’t argue with her.” He looked Marit over. “She looks like our Reyma. We’d have a matched set; light and dark.”
“More variety,” Daro said as he moved in and pricked Taryn with his sword. “Get back on your vessel and leave the girl here.”
“Marit,” Tavin protested as the others moved in and herded him and the others off. “You can’t do this. You are my mate! You belong with me.”
“I don’t want to belong to you, Tavin,” Marit said as she began to remove her clothing. “It hurts too much to belong there. I am safer here,” she said as her cloak and then her gown dropped to the deck. “These men will treat me with kindness.” She approached Andrew. “You will find my sister a little disobedient for the next couple of days. She doesn’t like to share.” She smiled up at him warmly, her hand moving under his shirt. “I want you, Captain.”
“Never let it be said,” Andrew laughed, “that I denied a lady what she wanted.” He picked her up in his arms and carried her to his cabin. He opened the panel and Reyma came out hissing and spitting. She froze as she saw Marit. “You were correct, darling. Your sister doesn’t like to play when you’re around.”
“She’ll never learn to love you, Captain,” Marit sighed as she began to undress him. “Not the way I already do.”
“What did you do, sister?” Reyma whimpered as the other men dragged her out of the cabin. “I was meant to be his!”
“I am Reyma now, sister,” Marit smiled back at her happily. “Isn’t that what you wanted; to have my life, and my mate. Go take it. I have what I want here.” She suckled Andrew and he groaned and took full advantage of her attentions. “I am yours now, my Captain,” she smiled at him. “For as long as you wish it to be.”
“Darling,” Andrew groaned as she continued petting him, “you keep this up and we are never going to let you go.” There was a splash and the men came pounding in. “Let her go,” he said as he pulled Marit into his arms. “We have found a much better angel. This Reyma truly wants to be here.”
Tavin pulled Reyma aboard and wrapped his cloak around her. He pulled her into his arms as she began to sob at her near enslavement. He knew this was not Marit, but he needed a mate and she shared Marit’s blood line. Plus, she could walk four and two at his side. He knew Reyma was messing with his mind, but he was too hurt to care. He held her to his chest and watched as the smaller ship sailed off with his true mate aboard, so lost in her hurt and pain that she would rather be a slave than a princess of the blood.

*
For the next four months, Marit was happy with her men. They never beat her, they never bruised her intentionally, and the only time she saw the whip was when they were showing off their skills for her. It was never applied to her body in anger. How could she want anything more than this, she sighed as she had her legs wrapped around his waist as he stood the wheel watch and he groaned while she squirmed with him inside of her. Andrew laughed and pulled her off.
“Not at the wheel, angel,” he told her as he slapped her backside. “We’ll run aground if you do that. Go help Brek with lunch.”
Brek smiled as he saw her bounce in with a pleased smile on her lovely face. He sent her to wash vegetables and cut them up for the soup. Then he set it on the fire and pulled her to his bunk where he engaged in a little petting session. He loved the way her eyes shone with joy as her emotions were engaged. You could practically see the passion building up inside those glorious eyes of hers. She squealed as he tickled her and then licked her. He slid inside of her warm, willing body and they flew to the heights of that passion and dropped down so hard, his head was still spinning when he pulled away from her and washed to return to his chores. He left her where she was for a few more moments and then he whistled. She raised her head and came to him, smiling.
“We’re going to let you decide how to serve lunch today, angel,” Brek told her. “Do you want to share or be shared?”
“Please share me, Brek,” Marit beamed. “It makes me so happy to see the pleasure in all your eyes at the same time.”
“Then we’ll be adding some jams and other spreads for the bread,” he told her. He nodded to the washing cabin. “Clean yourself up right and proper, my angel.”
Marit nodded happily and did as she was told. When she was done, she went to the mess and laid down on the table. Brek decorated her with jams, jellies, butters, and other spreads and set the bread in a basket on each side. The soup bowl sat near her head. The men filed in and beamed in delight at her choice. They had anchored the vessel in a small inlet to wait out a storm looming on the horizon and it was nice to spend the afternoon in such delightful pursuits. When they pulled out the cards, finally, Marit shook her head.
“No,” she said softly, eyeing each of them with love shining in her glorious eyes. “I want all of you. In your favorite positions.” She kissed each of them in turn, slowing, lingeringly. “I love you all so much; I want to please you.”
For the next hour and a half, she and each man delighted each other as the man wished it. When it
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