Pirate Captive

It took barely seconds to truss Jordan up. The manacles looked old fashioned but she soon learned they worked much differently. Kendall was able to control them with only a few words or a wave of his hand.

Jordan was quickly held tight in a hog tie without the use of ropes or chain. The cuffs that had been placed tight about her wrists and ankles were as strong as electro magnets and held her painfully bent, her feet almost touching her back with the pressure of her arms behind her. The strain was added as she was levitated by the very manacles binding her and she was carried by the invisible force through to Brack's smaller ship.

On this continued, a strange sort of suspension that held her hovering a foot or two above the floor as the shuttled detached from the Ingram and docked with Brack's larger, main ship. Kendall stayed by her side the entire way, playing with her hair or tugging at her clothes threateningly.

"Congratulations, Jordan. You are the first law officer to be aboard my ship that will be kept alive. Tell me, what do you think of it?" He asked with a chuckle as she was 'floated' along beside him through the passages to destinations unknown to her.

"I think you have not long to enjoy your ship, Brack. If you think you can get away with kidnapping a security officer, a captain, no less, than you are dumber than you look." Jordan replied. There was strain in voice from the time she had already spent 'dangling' from her contorted limbs as he moved her along.

Kendall grabbed her hair hard and stopped in place while the manacles kept their pressure as they attempted to continue on with his last silent command to keep moving. Jordan winced in pain at the additional pressure.

"You are on my ship now. You are mine. You will learn to speak to me with respect and you will do so quickly. I asked you a question. Your head will tear free if I do not hear an appropriate answer soon enough." He said with menace in his voice.

Jordan swallowed, as best she could as the strain pulled her head back further. She stayed stoically silent.

"More? Your choice." Brack asked cruelly. His large hand twisted in her hair, wrapping it around his hand as he applied more pressure to her scalp and limbs in one motion.

Jordan made a strangled, pained noise as her joints twisted, taking the pressure. It felt as if her scalp would be torn free soon. She could not close her eyes for the pull on her head.

"It's big." She managed to grunt. A split second later the pressure was gone and she was panting, her head hanging, her limp, sweaty hair dangling loose now around her face.

"See, it wasn't so bad. It was an honest answer. You did not have to be impolite like before. For the moment that is all I am enforcing. You are new, I am not unreasonable, little one." He said and stroked over her head gently but with enough pressure to leave a threat lingering in the air.

The grip returned a second later as Brack bent forward while lifting her head back to look her in the eyes. Jordan winced and looked back into his cold blue eyes.

"Know that this is only the beginning, Jordan. You are mine. Understand that. I will make you into what I want whether you are willing or not. No amount of resistance will sway me, it will only make me work you harder and believe me when I say I will enjoy it all the more as I break you." He said with a sadistic smile. "Also know that I can read you easily. If you try to fool me in anyway, I will be on you with a world of pain like you have never imagined. And I know it will take a lot, you are well trained in your field, makes you even more of a sweeter prize."

Brack tugged at her hair harder for a second then released her suddenly and started them on the way again to his private rooms.

Jordan's blood felt cold. She was more than prisoner, this she understood now. A prisoner had hopes of release, as did a hostage. She was a captive, yes but he had already said he intended to break her. It could only mean that he meant to break her as a slave. It was not unknown to happen, especially among the more powerful men of the worlds. Heck, even the chief was rumoured to have a slave. Men of power had the means and the patience to amuse themselves with the breaking of a strong spirit for the enjoyment of the chosen captives' bodies and servitude.

Jordan did not know the details; it was a closely guarded secret, shared only by those who had experienced it and those who inflicted it. What was known was rumour, legend, urban legends that regular folk chose to believe were not real. As it was told, the stronger the conquest, the better for the owner and also the more difficult it was on slave being trained.

For the first time, Jordan felt true fear of her position.

The doors to Kendall's private rooms slid open as he approached. He entered and her body followed, still hovering a couple of feet above the deck. She could not control an ounce of where she was moved.

"Hold." Brack's voice said firmly.

Jordan's limbs moved finally, from their tightly restrained position. Her feet were placed on the floor, wide apart. Her arms remained behind her but now they stretched upwards, bending her forward as her wrists were pulled up by invisible chains, holding her bent forward and straining her muscles and shoulder joints in a more cruel fashion.

"While I enjoy the more modern ways of restraining my slaves or captives, ropes and chain being so easily broken by those stronger willed such as yourself. I do enjoy traditional means of training." Brack said as he stood before her, his hands clasped behind him.

"I do this only in special cases. You are a very special case, Jordan. You have cost me and my associates a great deal of money in the past, not too mention the bruises to my reputation which I had to painfully reinforce. Now you will repay me, with interest. I have patience but only so much. You will learn your place." Brack explained coolly. It certainly seemed as if he had done this many times but Jordan was catching the meaning. He may have had prisoners in the past but she was not just a prisoner. She gathered the others had been men and that they had all succumbed or been killed. Idly she wondered if she would be killed in the end herself.

As if knowing her thoughts he continued.

"You will not be killed, if I have a say in it you will never be killed until you wither away to nothingness in old age. You WILL be my slave. You will break and I will go to every end to break you. Understand that clearly, Jordan. I don't care if you are on the edge of death, you will live and you will learn. In fact, you will probably beg for death before you break. Ah, I will enjoy that. I can not wait for the moment you beg me."

"You think you can break me? You think you will make me do anything you want? You are so wrong you should be committed." Jordan spat back, there was pain in her voice as her shoulders creaked on the verge of snapping.

"Oh, I know you feel that way now, little one." He said condescendingly and patted her head. "I assure you, your tune will change. I have broken men who were bigger than myself. All it takes is finding the right weakness and I already know so much about you, Jordan. This will be sadly, easy for me. It's the rewards I will reap from watching you crawl at my feet that will make it worthwhile. You will eat from my hand like a tame puppy when I'm finished with you and you will whimper for more." Again the chuckle, cruel and with the heat of arousal as he watched her.

"Time to see just what I have in my hands now." He said abruptly.

Jordan saw the glint of light and knew he had a knife in his meaty hand. Instantly she began to struggle, despite the pain it added to her arms. She cried out in both outrage and pain as she fought to try and move her limbs but the manacles held her easily in place. Her head swung back and forth as did her hips but that was all.

Brack advance, chuckling at her futile resistance and began to cut at her clothing.

"If you aren't careful I will cut you, little one. Of course, you will heal, so I only suggest it for your own sake, I don't actually care if your skin is broken." He said as he began to slice the light t-shirt off of her body.

It took a few moments and Jordan was lightly sliced in a few places as her stubbornness would not allow her to remain still. She was no more concerned by being cut than Kendall was of cutting her.

The manacles worked with him to allow her feet to be lifted to remove her boots and socks. Her jumpsuit was gone, cut to shreds as was the t-shirt underneath. But he had left her underwear in tact for the moment. To Jordan it was that much more humiliating to have such scant clothing left to her.

"Oh, Jordan. Cotton undies? So typical of a plain jane captain. Regulation underwear, aren't they?" Brack teased her as his massive palm slid over her squirming body like a buyer checking out a horse. "Good muscle tone, we'll work to keep that up. Smooth skin. How are your teeth?" He pulled her head back and pried her jaws apart by a painful grip on her chin. "You take care of yourself. That's good, you will continue to."

His appraisal continued as he commanded the manacles to straighten her and hold her arms up above her head, spread wide so that she was taught but still on her feet fully. Jordan tossed her head to get the damp lengths of hair off her face. She stayed silent, now, not wanting to give Brack the satisfaction of showing her disgust.

His strong fingers traced lines down her flat stomach and teased at the waist band of her panties.

"A nice narrow waist. You are every bit a woman with the soft curves and fine bones of an aristocrat. Well built in every way." He continued, his hands moved over her breasts softly then slid around to cup her buttocks. "I can be a very gentle man, little one. You have to behave to see it but it is still true. I will be very attentive to my new slave. Nothing about you will go unnoticed." He spoke softer now, his arms still around her body as he pulled her hips to bow her body towards his and against his groin.

Jordan still said nothing.

"Time to finish the unveiling and begin your training properly before I have to look after some business." Brack said and released her. He didn't seem to care that she was non-responsive. Jordan figured he was probably very aware of how she was feeling no matter how stony her face was.

The knife returned to his hand and this time, without any more fighting from his possession, her bra and panties were cut away from her body, revealing her fully.

Kendall stood back and seemed to really take pleasure in just watching her deal with the full, forced nudity. He grunted in appreciation initially.

Jordan was trying very hard to not show any reaction to having her body fully revealed to her captor. The restraints held her legs spread very wide leaving the darker patch of blonde hair as her only cover below the waist. Jordan could feel the cool air on her sex and felt her nipples stiffen as her breasts jiggled from the sudden release of the bra cups, it had been a bit small on her and held them a little tighter than her fair size had enjoyed.

She was trying to hold Brack's steady gaze as he alternated between examining her nude form and staring into her eyes. It was finally starting to get difficult. In actuality, it was the way she was restrained more than the nudity that was bothering her. Jordan hated this fully helpless feeling like nothing else. It was not surprising since she had been in control of everything around her for most of her life.

She managed to hold the gaze the entire time, watching Brack watch her and feeling more confident for doing so despite her position. It wasn't until he chuckled, in such a knowing way that she knew he saw right through her bravado.

"Oh Jordan, you will make for many hours of amusement, I can see it all now. As much as you think so, you will not be very hard to predict. In the end it should make it easier for you but your stubbornness will decide exactly how it all plays out." Brack said, still chuckling slightly.

"Just what do you expect from me, Brack? To fight every little thing you try to force me to do? You're right. My will is strong. Pain does not frighten me." Jordan finally said, her voice even and as bored sounding as she could make it. His hand flashed out before she could take a fresh breath and slapped her back handed across the cheek, full force. It was hard enough to stun her somewhat. Jordan's head lolled for a moment, a trickle of blood running from the corner of her mouth.

"Do not dare address me in such a fashion again, slave." He said angrily.

Jordan's eyes lifted to Brack's again, her gaze wavered for a second but she hardened herself quickly.

"Why not, Brack? Reminds you of how I am. . . " The hand returned, an equally full forced slap to the other cheek.

"I have no problems with marking you with bruises or breaking skin, Jordan. I will do what it takes to make you learn your place in my ownership. And do not keep any false hopes, you are now a piece of property and will be treated as such, an object or disobedient animal until you learn to behave like the slave I ORDER you to be." Kendall said coldly as he stepped up close to her again.

His hand was in her hair again, yanking her head back hard before she had fully recovered from the last blow. Jordan could not have stopped the yelp if she'd had the capacity to try.

Brack looked down into her eyes, his gaze furious. Jordan had worn out his thin patience already. Her throat worked to swallow and she tasted blood again.

"You want to push me? You want to see . . . go on. I will rock your world in such a way that you will think you had already died and you will wish for it." He spat loudly right into her face. "Don't Test Me!"

With his final words Jordan felt a solid punch to her stomach. It chuffed the air out of her lungs and caused her body to jolt but the restraints held her in place and made the solid hit that much worse.

Brack held her head back, watching as she gasped for air, her eyes watering, her mouth working in silent gasps for air. She didn't even see him for a moment in the sparkles that glimmered in her vision.

Jordan had been shot before. She had been hit many times yet this was somehow worse. The agony this enormous man had inflicted so suddenly on her helpless body was seeming like the worst to date. Jordan could not make a sound until he finally released her head and she tenderly tensed her stomach and drew a shaky breath.

"You like that? I bet in some way you do. You won't be able to accept your place without it, I'm quite sure of that. Fine by me. I enjoy giving pain and if it helps you learn and deal with being my slave then I will get to enjoy myself even more." Brack said coldly. It was another moment before Jordan realized he was mauling her breasts in both of his hands.

"You want to hurt to feel the release slavery can give you? So be it. You want to bleed, no problem. You will sweat. I will work you hard and then I will push for more. Realise now, Jordan, you will learn your place and you will love it. My ways are tested and true. I already told you I have broken men bigger than myself with very little more than what you have suffered so far. For men it is more simple because the threat tends to be enough. Woman are built more stubborn. Makes them more fun."

As he spoke, one of Brack's hands moved down her body, sliding between her legs.

"There can be pleasure too. And I will give you such a gift." His fingers teased for a few moments, taking advantage of her dazed state. It lasted just until he felt her respond in the slightest of ways, a slight moistening of her sex, then he stopped. "But you will need to really show some progress before that can ever happen."

With that, Brack stepped away. Jordan groaned softly, her stomach felt as if it were inside out. She guessed he had not held back with this hit either. Tears were rolling from her eyes but they were only watering. It took an enormous amount of effort but she raised her head again and met Brack's even stare.

"Well, I hardly expected you'd give in with a couple of little hits. It takes more than that. I know from experience." He spoke calmly again.

"Upend" He said sternly. The manacles moved to put Jordan higher in the air, flipping her to almost straight upside down. She came to rest with her body at an odd angle to the floor. Her feet were near the ceiling, her head down and her arms still held straight above it but angled so she wasn't fully straight upside down.

"I have to meet with someone on link. I'll be back in a while. Lars will stand guard, you never know when one of these will malfunction and leave you dangling from one leg." Brack chuckled.

As he left, in full view of Jordan, one of the muscle men stepped into the room and took a chair to watch over the naked and restrained captive.

"Feel free to toy with her but be careful how far you go." Brack said as he left.

Jordan hung in silence, her hair dangling a few inches from the floor, her breasts appearing to nearly choke her. Lars, merely sat watching her with the same cold expression she had seen on the Ingram, lustful detachment.

The blood from her split lip kept trickling though she licked at it occasionally. Her green eyes scanned the room, scanned her body, scanned over the man sitting guard. He was large and classically Nordic looking. There were tattoos over what areas she could see of him, including his face.

"Don't speak to me." Lars said, as if anticipating Jordan's very thoughts. "It will do nothing for you." There was a definite accent to his voice.

Jordan kept silent and tried not to think about the throbbing in her head, both from the hits she'd taken and the fact she was almost totally upside down. She was a couple of feet from touching the floor with her outstretched arms. Kept this way long enough and she knew she would be in more pain. A sort of pain that was difficult to deal with as it was not from being struck.

It was a good thirty minutes later that Lars finally stood and walked over to her.

"You feel it, no?" He asked without any real concern for her. "Your head hurts, yes?"

"What do you think, asshole?" She snapped back.

The answer was a cruel slap to her upturned buttocks. Lars was powerful and the single hit only caused Jordan to gasp but he was not finished.

"Captain say we must help you learn when he can not." He replied as he stood in front of her again, far enough back that she could watch him remove his belt.

"I help you now, slave." He grunted with a leer.

Moving to the side of her suspended body, Lars began to systematically whip over her flesh as hard as he could with his belt.

The leather bit deep into her skin mercilessly. There were no pauses. The strokes landed randomly. Some biting into her thighs, or ass. Other's licked at her stomach and breasts. Jordan held in her yells as long as she could but as soon as she had let them loose they faded with exhaustion. Countless strokes landed, all as hard as the first as if Lars were some whacked out robot that did not tire.

"Enough." Brack's voice came suddenly.

There was silence in the room. Silence but for the sound of Jordan trying to fight the whimpering gasps of breath between pained sobs. She was barely aware that the strapping had been carrying on for almost twenty minutes straight without respite.

"Thank you Lars, you have duties to attend to." Brack said as the other man nodded sharply and left.

"Down."

Jordan found herself a moment later on her knees, her arms crossed behind her back and holding her upright but for her head which hung down. Brack corrected this quickly with another clutch of her lank hair.

"You speak to my men with the same respect you are to speak to me. This was a result and one of the many things that can happen. You belong to me; you belong to them in a sense as well. That means you address them properly. Do you understand?"