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Poseidon's Loot
(M Eros)

It took Captain P almost three hours to do everything that needed done to hide the real identity of the yatch from prying eyes.  First he located the transponders and replaced them with some he had purchased for just such an occasion.  He also removed all the registration markings and the name on the stern of the ship and replaced them with codes that matched what the transponder would be squawking.  The work would hide the ship's true identity from all but the most inquisitive of eyes.  All the logs in the ship were also destroyed and replaced with logs that had been doctored up for just such an occasion should he be boarded.  When the ship got back to his island his would purchase a new legitimate title and registration for the yatch so that he could sell it easily on the market.  Finally complete he headed down to get to know his prize.



When he opened the door to the bedroom he saw the girl curled up in a tight, protective ball.  She looked at him fearfully and he could see that her face was streaked with tears.  She had likely been crying for much of the time she was alone down here.  Her wrists showed the signs of struggle against the zip ties that bound her to the table.  Grabbing a chair he sat down at the end of the bed and took a good long look at the meat waiting to pleasure him.



She was short, roughly five and half feet he figured.  Her hair was a fiery red, cut straight and shoulder length.  She was wearing a long t-shirt as a night shirt.  It was tight and her breasts, though not overly large, seemed to try to be escaping from its confines.  After studying the shaking girl for several silent minutes he spoke.



"What is you name?"



She hesitated for a moment then said, "Krystal."  She could barely keep her voice level as she spoke.



"Krystal," Poseidon repeated as though tasting the name. "It is a nice name for a very good looking woman.  I'm afraid you will not hear it much any longer.  Now you'll generally be called bitch, slut, cunt, whore, slave or anything else I feel like calling you."



Krystal started crying again at hearing this.  She knew what was going to happen but had managed to convince herself she would be able to talk the man out of it.  It had been an illusion and the blunt manner in which he as speaking to her brought her fate back to the forefront of her mind.



Standing up the Captain closed the door to the bedroom.  The fairly spacious room seemed to shrink to Krystal as he did so.  It was as though he had closed the door of a prison even though there was no lock on the door.  Her imminent rape seemed all the much closer now.



Turning back to face the bound woman he pulled a knife out of his boot.  It was small but to Krystal it might as well have been a meat cleaver.  

"Now Krystal, I'm going to cut your bonds.  If you fight me or try to run it will make things much worse for you.  You have no where to go and there is no way you are going to overpower me.  I have no intention of pulling anchor until nightfall.  Dawn is just breaking.  This is going to be a very long and difficult day for you since I intend on passing the time by raping you in a whole variety of ways.  I promise you if you piss me off the day will be much worse than it has to be.  Do you understand me?"



Too frightened to answer Krystal just tried to tuck her legs tighter into her body.  Poseidon just laughed and moved around to where her hands were bound.  Taking the knife he carefully cut through the zip ties that had kept her from leaving the room.  As they broke away she pulled her arms into her body and used them to pull her knees in tight.  She was far too scared to try anything.  The man facing her was one of the largest men she had ever seen and she was already intimidated by black men.  



"Now Krystal, I want to see my property.  You have two choices here.  You can either strip for me or I can strip you myself.  You have ten second to choose."



The Captain watched her for several second.  She did not move but just hugged herself tighter.  While it was always a turn on to watch a bitch strip for you he had no problem doing it himself.  With a sigh he rapidly reached out and grabbed her nearest ankle.  She screamed and made to kick but he was to strong and deflected it easily.  His other hand grabbed her other ankle and he pulled them both back towards him.  The move stretched her out on her belly, her night shirt riding tantalizingly high on her legs.  Krystal reached towards the head of the bed trying to pull herself up and away from her attacker. Poseidon quickly climbed up on the bed and kneeled down on the girls back, pinning her in place.



"You could have done this the easy way bitch.  You chose the hard way.  Lesson one, when I give you an option to do something yourself you will be much better off doing it yourself," he growled at her.



Krystal was screaming hysterically.  To shut her up Poseidon grabber he by her hair and forced her face down into the bed effectively smothering her.



"Shut the fuck up bitch!" he yelled at her. "If you want to breathe again when I let go of your head you'll have stopped that damn screaming."



He kept her head smashed into the bed for a few more second then let up.  She was crying but no longer screaming.



"Now, I'm going to see what I have here.  If you kick, if you fight, if you resist me in any way I will take you up to the deck, tie you down and whip the skin off your back for the next hour.  That is a promise Krystal, not a threat.  In the end I'm raping you no matter how you look at it."