Matron Serra remained standing.  Doxi was familiar enough with an ass full of cum to recognize the way that she was tense in her abs, that the woman was keeping her asshole clenched shut.  She crossed her arms under her breasts and sighed, "No captain, I'm not smiling.  I'm unhappy with myself and so I don't feel like smiling.   Did you know that you're only the fourth lover I've ever had?"<br/><br/>She leaned against the wall of the bulkhead, "For a few minutes after you came inside of my ass, maybe because of the pain, or maybe because of the pleasure, I forgot the nature of what's going on here.  I forgot for a few minutes that you aren't a caring lover.   You're a pirate and a theif.  You kidnapped me and my daughter and are holding us for randsom.  I let you convince me that I could have fun with you, but in reality you're taking your liberties with me.  You told your first mate you might just keep me, as if I'm a trophy, a spoil of war.  Which I am, you tricked my daughter and I onto your ship, and you're holding us here by force.  I let myself think for a moment that I was anything other than your slave, and that annoys me greatly."<br/><br/>She opened the door, "Now, I know that my desires don't matter because I am your captive, but I'd like a little time alone to clean up and rest.  If it's the captain's will..."