<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Altair spit at Cygnus. <br/>
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“That is what I think of your mercy!” he shouted, but it wouldn't save him. Nothing was going to that night, and Altair didn't understand how someone could be so vile. How all of them could be <i>so</i> vile. Cygnus walked off, close enough that he could play witness, but he did nothing to intervene. Not even when Altair bit one of the crew for attempting to shove his dick into his unwilling mouth. It didn't save him cruelty, but it did protect his pride. He was not some common whore, and he would not actively participate, even if it would save him time and grief. <br/>
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Nothing Altair did seemed to matter, even when he wished to make things inconvenient or less enjoyable for his rapists. Cygnus seemed to take his pleasure in only watching, but Altair refused to call to him for the safety he could afford him. Altair earned a few hard slaps for trying to force the men out, or some of the insulting things he had to say about the pirates sorry appendages, but they didn't strike him in the face. They worked within the perimeters their captain had given them, fucking Altair right through his fury. <br/>
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The man Altair had bitten came back to him for his revenge, doing everything in his power to hear the slave howling in pain. He fucked his damaged orifice brutally, his face contorted in his rage at having been bitten; humiliated by a slave. Altair paid his price for it, but he didn't regret his actions. Some things he couldn't forgive himself for. He'd done nothing wrong. These men would need to repent for their very souls. They would answer to someone for their actions at some point in their lifetime, but they ignored his reminder for the time being. <br/>
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Altair couldn't be strong in that moment though, as the abuse continued and when one man left him, another simply replaced the one before him. It seemed never ending, and his body shook with his sobs of pure misery. Some returned, even sticky as he was, leaking from his ass, his body covered in the release of his satisfied rapists. Altair had never been so disgusted, both with himself, and with others in his entire life. He couldn't fight them, and he was breaking, feeling trapped in his own weak body, having no choice but to lay there and take it. <br/>
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The last of Altair's energy had been used to <i>ask </i>sincerely for the next fellow to stop all of this. He pulled him into a lover's embrace, trying to make it better for himself in any way that he could. He was laying himself wide open for that stranger, asking with all of his heart. The man provided him comfort for but a moment, and Altair thought that he might actually do something. He let out a gut wrenching sound of almost-relief. Even if this one man walked away from him and didn't contribute, that would have been enough for Altair. <br/>
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But the man only tugged Altair's hair, telling him to be a good whore. <i>Taking advantage</i>. Taking more than Altair was willing to give. He would help him if only.. <br/>
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Something in Altair snapped. It was the final straw, and Altair wasn't sure if he was ever going to be able to save his own soul. He wanted the whole ship to burn. They'd turned him into something ugly, and he for once decided to embrace it. <br/>
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“Okay,” Altair told him, sounding weak, defeating, still clinging as if the man hadn't just severed his very last life line. “I'll be good.” <br/>
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Altair pulled himself up with the help of the pirate, reaching for the cock that had already been used against him. He gave him a small taste of what he was capable off, starting off sweet. He kissed the vile man like a long lost lover, tongue delving inside the other man's mouth, molding to him in a perfect brutalized arch. His hands were gentle, stunning the fellow so much so that he didn't shove Altair down to suck him right away. He'd been so unwilling to participate, now that he was he worried he might break it. They'd finally taught the slave a lesson, and now he'd be a good, willing whore. <br/>
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But Altair was only feeling the man relax into the kiss. He let him think he'd won; allowed Cygnus a really good look to let him think the same. Altair caressed the man's face, but when he acted it was swift. His hand on the man's dick became firmer, and he made a noise of pleasure, but then Altair's hand was <i>too tight</i>; painful. Before he realized he'd just let himself be trapped into the jaws of a venomous snake, Altair used his thumbnail to scrape through the man's eye. It was someone elses turn to scream in agony, and Altair held tight to his dick as the man thrashed, trying to dislodge Altair and protect his one good eye. Blood poured from his face, and Altair wasn't even disgusted by the mucus like substance he'd gouged out of the man's face. There would be no saving it, he was sure. His vision would be lost, and Altair was satisfied that he'd at least won a single battle even if he lost the war.</span></span>