<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Altair turned to look at Cygnus skeptically when he used that saccharine tone with him. That he would try to do anything nice for him at all was the first sign of foreboding. When the Captain made it clear there was no room for argument, that was his second. Altair's stomach clenched, thinking the pirate meant to whip him again, and he wasn't really even sure what he'd done this time. The book, most likely, had offended Cygnus, but surely no more than was Altair's usual? Altair was trembling when the Captain cuffed him back to the mast, too downtrodden to put up a fight.<br/>
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Cygnus was talking about Mors, warm food, and then cunt, and Altair knew what was in store for him. He snapped an accusatory look at Cygnus.<br/>
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“You said that you wouldn't!” Altair shouted. It didn't stop Cygnus from offering up his every orifice to every member of the crew for the night, apparently. “You are a liar!” Altair continued, fury blooming new and staining the slave's cheeks pink. “Truly a disgrace to call yourself a man! You will answer to someone one of these days! I will pray for it each night that I am off your ship.” Altair said something in Dusanian to match his sentiment, equally furious and highly offensive.<br/>
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Some men chose not to partake, for whatever reasons, but the vast majority seemed eager. They closed in around him like sharks tasting blood in the water. Some were already taking their clothing off, and Altair couldn't curl in on himself. He'd never wished for clothing so much before in his life. He'd never cared about nudity because he'd never been made to feel so vulnerable. Altair couldn't fight them all, though he panicked uncharacteristically when they all grabbed him the first time. There was very little time between that and Altair taking the first man's cock with no further preparation and complete abandon on the other man's part. He tried to shove him off, but he was no match for a group of pirates, long used to the labors of running a ship. He wasn't a match for a single one of them even on a good day.<br/>
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“Do you want the sea to take you like Mors?” Altair demanded, hoping to use what he could against them. “May Lain turn your beliefs against you, so much so that you cannot bare to sleep at night!” Altair would bite anyone who would dare get their cock near his mouth. Cygnus had said that they couldn't leave any more marks upon him, and while Altair was smart enough to listen to direct orders from Cygnus, his pride wouldn't allow him to suck them off, nor would he actively participate. He tried to be elsewhere as they rutted against him, hoping that they would be tired of his limp and unresponsive body soon. Every part of him hurt but they were relentless. Altair had no idea what would show up when they docked in Weiss. Surely he would never be the same again.<br/>
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He fell to despair, rambling away like a mad man in both their language, and Dusanian. He never once forsake his goddess, instead enduring, trusting that she still had some greater purpose for him. He was loyal like that, only asking that she be there with him, to help him to withstand the trails they were putting him through. The seas were eerily quiet that night, gently rocking, making no noise of protest though Altair's occasional wails and screams broke up the quiet.<br/>
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Altair didn't think his beautiful, calculating mind would be intact after what they were going to do with him. He wouldn't even have an attractive shell to hide behind. He was bruised, scarred, and broken. They were determined to render him worthless, and Altair tried tooth and nail to retain even a small sense of self. He didn't feel strong enough in those moments, quaking like a leaf in the breeze. He grabbed hold of the next man that would come to take place of the one before him.<br/>
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“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,” Altair pleaded, reaching up to touch the stranger tenderly, pulling him close to embrace him. He rested his wet cheek against the crew member, seeking comfort even from the man about to rape him because he was at his wits end. A sob shook him as he brushed fingers through the man's dirty hair, willing all of it to end.<br/>
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“Please, please. Stop this.”</span></span>