It amused Cygnus being called a liar by the slave. “The promise made between us was that you would serve me as you would a master... but you failed to serve me as a good whore would. Your inability has led to the undoing of our deal. It is only to be expected, no? You should've done a better job, slave...” Cygnus scoffed. “I gave you mercy, and you turned it on me at every rock of the ship. What am I to do, but punish a disobedient whore?” He went and stood on the stairs the led up to the ship's wheel. “Serve my crew well.”<br/><br/>The slave was pushed down onto his back, as the first of his crew began to pump his cock vigorously inside. What would be the first of many screams was heard soon after, from one bold member who thought to take his pleasure from Altair's mouth. Altair's bite served to only eliminate one of his crew temporarily, while teaching the rest of his crew to avoid the slave's mouth. The avoidance of his mouth was only a small mercy, for the men that might've been satiated with a simple blowjob were now diverted to Altair's tight hole.<br/><br/>Altair tried whatever he could to bay the ravenous, lascivious men that swarmed him. He screamed at them, bat at them pitifully with his weak limbs even as they were held down by several men. The slave began to speak in Dusanian, hoping to strike terror into their hearts, and spoke about how his goddess would strike them down for this grievance. But his men didn't care, shedding the coat of fear that had covered them since Mors' death. Before they began, it seemed that some of them had downed their ration of beer, getting quite drunk in the process. No matter what the slave did, they wouldn't slow; drunk sailors were hard on the ears.<br/><br/>Cygnus didn't participate with the rest of his men; as far as he thought, he already had his fun with the slave's body. Now his entertainment lain in watching Altair's suffering. The stars came out in the veil of night, and he used his tool to gauge their position. The stars told him that they were within a day's journey to Weiss' shore, days away from the capital. Although he needed to return to the capital with the bulk of his loot, he was planning to sell Altair to an acquaintance whom had an estate somewhere near where he planned to land first.<br/><br/>Once he finished with his tool, he went back into the cabin to place the tool back where he stored it. Then he grabbed hold of his bottle of beer, and Altair's, returning outside to spectate Altair. Cygnus decided to sit just beside the door, on the deck. He downed his bottle, listening to the sound of flesh slapping flesh – trying to discern whether or not it was the sound of one man's balls smacking against the slave's bottom, or if it were the sound of someone smacking Altair with their hand. The sight of the slave was dimly lit by a combination of celestial ray and lamplight, and he could really only see the glimmer of Altair's golden hair.<br/><br/>Even as the night wore on and the sight became monotonous, Cygnus continued to watch. The rape fell into clockwork. One man forced himself into the slave's hole, thrusting until he reached release and filled Altair's bottom with his salty seed. Then he pulled away, having another man replace the one that had just gone soft. The most exciting one to watch was his crewmate who had been bitten by Altair for trying to stick it into his mouth; he viciously fucked the slave, thrusting hard and quick not for pleasure but to see the slave in pain. His fuck had the slave wailing the loudest, and when he was done he introduced a new idea to the crew; releasing his seed over Altair's body.<br/><br/>The sun was rising before some of the men began to break away, now weary from tormenting the slave. Some had fucked twice, some had the slave three times, others only one – but they had enough of using the slave for their own purposes. But there was still some using Altair. By then the slave had broken, pride snapped in half and blown away like dust. There were no longer any men restraining human, Altair having given up long ago any efforts of futile resistance. He was sobbing, shaking more than a pair of breasts on an exotic belly dancer. It was easier to<br/><br/>One of his junior men climbed back between Altair's legs for another round, when the slave began begging.<i>“Please, do not do this. You are not bad men. Do not follow the actions of cruelty just because you are told to do so.” </i>He reached up, embracing the slave in an almost loving manner. The junior man started to slide in and out of Altair, aided by the cum of more than a dozen of men. He began grunting, pounding the slave for all that he was worth. Again, the slave pleaded.<i>“Please, please. Stop this.” </i>Altair began to brush his fingers through his rapist's hair, in what Cygnus thought was a way to comfort himself.<br/><br/>His junior man soon finished, but unlike the others he didn't pull out immediately. Instead, he grasped Altair by the hair, tugging his head close to his mouth. “How about ya suck my cock? Be a good whore for me and I'll think about it for you,” he suggested. “Ya got a few seconds to think, before I don't feel like helping ya!”