Plundered

Author’s Note: I know I originally said this story was only going to be about 6 chapters long. Clearly I lied, but it wasn’t just to you, I also lied to myself. Turns out I got a bit carried away with pirate smut, so the story is still unwinding… whoops… anyhow, on with the tale!! Thanks to Laurel and Shannon for their beta-reading **Warning: this chapter is a bit more violent than the rest and includes things some might find unseemly (I.E. death and rape) I fought myself to write it as it's the hardest thing I've ever written. This chapter is a fair bit more graphic than I normally am, so far as violence goes.

Chapter 7 Filthy Seadog

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Tightly wound ropes were cutting into Harry’s flesh at the wrists as his lover led him out of their quarters and onto the sunny deck. Normally this would have been quite tolerable - Harry enjoyed being tied up after all, so long as it ended with his being ravaged by his pirate lover – but this was different than their usual trysts. Draco was angry…no not just angry, he was furious.

There had been whispers of mutiny aboard the ship since Malfoy had released Harry from the brig two days previous with little more than a slap on the wrist. It was rumored that the captain was going soft, his venom weakened by his lovely captive, and Draco didn’t like that his reputation as a fearsome foe was being tarnished by his raven-haired sex slave.

Harry was the one who brought it to his attention in the first place. He’d been watching the ocean swells from a hidden spot on the starboard when he overheard Blaise Zabini, Draco’s First Mate, talking to another lackey about plans to overturn the ship into Blaise’s command. Harry had been incensed, he could relate to the loss of a ship and he certainly didn’t want Draco to experience that as well, he’d caused the blond pirate enough trouble already. He thought about his own ship and crew and felt a hollow void in his heart from its loss as he reminded himself that he had no idea who was captaining The Mighty Griffin anymore. He suspected it was First Mate Weasley, but he couldn’t be certain Ron would hold the command after Harry’s abrupt departure. The crew was loyal to Harry and the Queen, not to Ron.

Quick-witted and always scheming, Draco devised a plan that would have the men into shivering in their bootstraps. Upon hearing the plan Harry reluctantly agreed, as it was his fault Draco was in this mess. Unfortunately, the plan called for him to be marched completely nude in front of the entire crew and tied to the sail riggings for an entire day and night. Draco Malfoy might have understood and forgiven Harry of his transgressions, but the Dread Pirate Black couldn’t so easily overlook an attempt of his life. Harry’s punishment would be public and it would be humiliating and no one onboard would dare challenge Draco after it was met out.

Whistles and catcalls met Harry ears as he was paraded to the front of the ship and lashed to the mast. The only thing between him and the air and the crew was his necklace, something Draco dared not try to remove – yet. A hard slap against his arse made Harry’s cock twitch and the crew laughed heartily as their captain toyed with his prisoner for everyone to see. A leather strap gagged Harry by holding a scrap of cloth in his mouth that was large enough to keep him from being able to form coherent dialogue, but he was far from mute. As Draco pulled out a large flat paddle, Harry’s eyes widened and he whimpered through the material as he tried to squirm out of his binds to no avail.

“I’ve been good to you haven’t I?” he asked Harry, spanking the man sharply. “Fed you, clothed you.” Harry nodded weakly in his binds, but this didn’t seem suitable to the crew or their captain. “I can’t hear you Potter? Was I a good master?”

Harry tried his best to form the word ‘yes’ through the gag in his mouth but failed miserably. The paddle continued to hit his flanks as he tried unsuccessfully to spit out the muffled acceptance of Draco’s words.

“Have you been unsatisfied?” Draco pressed onward, his eyes fierce with anger. “Have I not allowed you to suck my cock when you begged for it? Have I not fucked you as you pleaded for more?”

A low groan vibrated through Harry’s throat and chest at the image that played in Harry’s mind with his lover’s words. He was so turned on, nearly straining for the pirate to take him right then. “Yes,” he attempted to reply through his muffled mouth, the sound a desperate keening.

The paddling stopped abruptly as Draco walked over to stand in front of Harry, lifting his tear-streaked face up to his. “And yet this is how you repay my kindness?” Draco said, his voice ominously low and threatening. The sound was much more terrifying than when Draco was shouting over the din of the crew. It obviously had the intended effect on Draco’s shipmates as well, because they grew silent and watched expectantly as Harry’s pulse began to race. “I treat you with mercy, when I should have thrown you overboard outside Tortuga, and you try to murder me?” he hissed.

Harry’s eyes went wide at the look of malice in Draco’s face; he almost believed the pirate was truly still angry with him save the nearly imperceptible wink he received when Draco’s back was facing the crew. “You tried to kill me you ungrateful whore,” he growled. “Why should I be merciful?”

His eyes closed at this, his head bowing in clear submission to the pirate captain as his crew watched on with hungry eyes.

“This,” Draco addressed his gathered crew as he pointed to Harry’s naked arse, “is what happens to one who defies me despite my attempts at mercy.”

The end of his short speech was punctuated with a pop as he brought the paddle down on Harry’s bare arse, making the raven-haired man yelp through the gag in his mouth. “You’ve been naughty, Captain Potter,” Draco told him as he brought the paddle down again. “Very naughty indeed.”

Tears streamed down Harry’s face as the lashes were dealt, but he steeled himself into silence, standing with all the dignity he could muster as he braced himself against the beating he received. When the smooth flesh was crimson and close to blistered, Draco stepped back and surveyed his abused captive. Harry sagged in his binds, assuming his duty had been completed and he would be left alone there to wait out his sentence until morning. It seemed Draco had other plans, however.

Harry looked up when he heard the metallic chink of a brass buckle being undone and he saw Draco begin to unfasten his trousers. Harry shook his head, a brilliant flush coloring his cheeks as he began to understand exactly what his lover had in mind. Right there in front of the entire crew, Harry was to be impaled by his lover. It was certainly a humiliation worthy of driving any thoughts of mutiny from the crew’s minds.

“Captain Potter is my slave aboard this ship and nothing more. I take what I like from him and will continue to do so until I grow weary of his company. Until this day, I’ve only been lenient with him because a happy whore is an eager whore, but it seems my logic has been misunderstood as weakness,” he hissed to the crew, his gaze singling in on Blaise in particular.

“I will not be challenged, not by him,” the pirate announced as he pointed to Harry, “and not by any of you. Do you understand?” he shouted. There was a murmur of agreement but apparently that wasn’t good enough for Draco.

“I said is that understood?” he repeated with a snarl to his voice. “If not, I’ll be happy to string you up next to Potter and fuck you raw instead!”

Suddenly there seemed to be an accord between the crew and their captain as everyone shouted their acceptance of Draco’s terms. Harry had only a moments notice before Draco stepped up behind him and shoved a finger roughly into his entrance. Harry winced, but Draco’s rough treatment was only for show. His actions seemed overdone and harsh, but inside of Harry he was gentle and coaxing, much as he was when they were alone. “It’ll be quick, I promise,” Draco assured Harry in a whisper and Harry nodded curtly. “I’m sorry,” the pirate added and Harry sunk into him, grinding back on the intrusion, making Draco gasp slightly. “You’re going to ruin the effect if you keep this up,” he chuckled quietly and Harry tried to smile through his binds.

The angle was awkward when Draco entered him at last. Harry could feel the eager eyes of the crew watching the display before them like panting dogs. Draco never touched Harry’s throbbing erection, though he came close once or twice as he lost his mind in the sensation of pounding into his lover at the enjoyment of his crew. “If you come, it’ll be two weeks in the brig,” Draco shouted, causing Harry to whimper in his need. The other men ate the act up, Harry could tell by the looks on their faces that they thought this punishment was ghastly, but Harry found he was rather enjoying it. “Filthy. Fucking. Whore!” Draco shouted, each word punctuated by a particularly rough thrust until his movements stilled and he came inside his lover’s tight channel.

With quick and practiced movements, Draco pulled out and refastened himself while the rest of the crew looked dazed. “Potter will stay here through the day and night as punishment for his attack on me. He belongs to me, so no one is to touch him without my permission. Aside from that, do as you will. He’s earned your foul tongues for his actions against me.”

The crew seemed to liven at that remark and Harry sagged in his binds once more, wondering if it would be possible to sleep in the sort of half-standing, half-dangling position he was in. He could feel the cool, sticky substance leaking out of his arse and down his trembling thighs, but he tried not to think about it since there was nothing to be done. A sprinkling of rain broke through the otherwise blue sky and refreshed his sun-parched skin at the thought, washing away the evidence of his last encounter. He turned his face up to the sky so that the drops would wet his cloth rag and abate his dry tongue, quenching at least one of his thirsts. The other would be off limits to him until morning and his body shuddered in anticipation of his lover taking extra special care of him later as he’d promised he would.

Draco’s eyes fell on Harry’s face and then flicked to the glowing amulet resting on his tanned chest. There had been no hint of rain for weeks and the only person enjoying it was his abused lover. He dropped to his knees in front of Harry and studied him curiously. “Did you do this?” he asked. Harry couldn’t answer with the gag in his mouth, but he didn’t look as though he would have had an answer regardless. His emerald gaze narrowed in a frown and he looked altogether confused. “Never mind. We’ll speak in the morning,” he whispered, wishing he could take the man with him to his room right then.

Reluctantly the pirate turned away and made his way up to the captain’s quarters. From there he watched for most of the day to be sure his commands were obeyed and that no harm came to his lover while his punishment was carried out. Eventually the soft pattering of rain and his post-coital buzz conquered his brain and lulled him into sleep.

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Harry gasped around his gag when he felt a calloused hand caress the abused flesh of his backside. He had managed to doze in his binds but quickly woke up at the foreign touch of a hand that was certainly not Draco’s. The day had been taxing. He’d had rotten fruit launched at him, been forced to endure lurid jeers and gestures, and generally taunted as he was left there tied to the mast. He was thankful when sleep took him and he didn’t have to listen to it anymore, and no one had disobeyed the Captain’s orders until now.

He blinked his eyes open but his attacker remained purposefully just out of sight. The sun had set an hour or so before and cast the deck in shadows from the rising moon. Harry felt a shiver run down his spine as he noticed the ship was conveniently empty, no one around - by choice or by force Harry didn’t know – to stop the crewmember from having his way with him.

“I don’t know what he sees in you,” the man growled as he spied Harry awakening. “I suppose you must be quite the wanton little slut to appease his appetite. Draco’s never been one to linger on the same man for long.”

Harry grit his teeth, wishing he could say something. The man spoke as if from experience, as if he was a scorned lover from Draco’s past. It was obvious to Harry in that moment who it was balking at direct orders. The Captain’s First, Blaise Zabini, mutinous traitor that he was.

Zabini’s hand trailed down to finger Harry’s abused hole, dipping inside him roughly and making Harry snarl around his gag. He tried to pull away, but Zabini kept a steady hand on Harry’s hip as he plunged another finger inside of him, and then another, and another still, until Harry all but cried out in pain.

“Oh, no. Don’t pretend that you don’t enjoy it now my pretty little prisoner. I saw you with him, I saw you practically choking with pleasure with him inside of you. That was no punishment at all, just another brand of seduction,” Blaise growled as he unfastened his trousers with his free hand. “I’m going to show you what real punishment is. I’m going to fuck you until you bleed, Potter. I’m going to make you useless to him and watch as he tosses you aside,” he chuckled, truly enjoying himself. “You’ll thank me in the end. He’s going to grow bored with you eventually. This will spare you the heartache.”

Harry twisted and fought with all his might, silent sobs wracking his throat as he tried to break free. Zabini easily held him in place, digging his fingernails into the soft flesh of Harry’s hips as he clutched him. He was already sore from earlier, and he felt as though he might be cut from the inside from Blaise’s harsh treatment of him now. He screamed through his gag but it wasn’t enough to alert anyone to his plight, even if they had cared enough to help him, they wouldn’t have been able to hear the weak and muted pleas.

“That’s right,” Zabini coaxed, “scream for me, Potter. Tell me you want to die, beg me for death and maybe I’ll grant it when I’m through with you.”

A violent clap of thunder erupted overhead, but it only startled Zabini for a moment before he regained his composure and pulled his fingers roughly from Harry’s cavity to prepare to plunge his cock inside. Harry bit down on the material in his mouth, bracing himself for the excruciating pain he knew Zabini was eager to inflict and another crash of thunder sounded above them before a torrential wave of rain came pouring down. The flash of lightning lit the sky as bright as the day, showing Harry that there were eyes watching them from a distant corner, a pair of fat crew members eager to see another, more violent, show and wank each other off to the sound of Harry’s screams.

Another bright flash lit up the sky, and this time it showed a ship.

His ship, the Mighty Griffin, and it was gaining on the Silver Serpent with a speed Harry had never before seen from his glorious vessel. Harry nearly shouted with glee at the sight of safety so close on the horizon, but a moment later he felt the head of Blaise’s cock penetrate him and the world nearly went black.

‘No, no, no, no!’ Harry thought to himself. ‘This can’t be happening now. Not with rescue so close.’

Another clap of thunder rang his ears, it was so close it made him shudder, and then Harry felt Blaise pull out. He readied himself to endure the next thrust; sure it was coming and would hurt like hell, but it never came. Instead he felt the soft press of familiar kisses on his face and sweet apologies in his ear. “Harry, my Harry, I’m so sorry,” a voice was whispering in a quivering voice. It seemed so out of place that it took Harry a moment to realize it was Draco and that the man was fumbling to free him of the ropes that tethered him to the mast.

“Please forgive me, Harry. I knew something was wrong as soon as I heard the storm. I should have taken you inside with me. I shouldn’t have left you out here with these heathens. I thought they would obey me, I thought I had taught them,” he whispered against the shell of Harry’s ear.

Harry jumped at the sight of the knife in Draco’s hand, but the knife was quickly raised to slice the rope away from Harry’s wrists and he fell to a crumpled mess at Draco’s feet. When he turned around he saw his attacker, pants around his ankles, cock limp in his hand and a hole in his head oozing blood in thick crimson rivulets.

“I killed the bastard but not fast enough,” Draco admitted, looking down at the pistol he’d cast aside in his haste to free Harry.

“A shot to the head was too good for him,” Harry rasped as the gag was cut away from his lips.

Draco nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly, and pulled Harry’s face to him, ravaging the man’s mouth. Harry returned the kiss, but weakly. He sagged in Draco’s arms, held up only the blond’s will. “I love you,” Draco whispered, smoothing the soaked ebony hair from Harry’s forehead.

Harry’s gaze softened as he took in the determined eyes of his lover. “Do you?”

“I do,” he replied honestly. “I’ve been a fool. Forgive me, Harry. I love you, please forgive me.”

“Mmm,” Harry replied as he slipped out of consciousness briefly. The next thing he heard were shots being fired as the Silver Serpent came under attack. He fell unexpectedly from Draco’s arms and watched in horror as the blond was ripped from his embrace after a bullet pierced his body. “No!” Harry shouted, his energy coming back to him in a shot of adrenaline, but Draco’s eyes glazed over and closed while Harry watched. He shook his lover to rouse him, but the blond just hung like a limp doll in his arms until another set of hands pried him away.

“Captain! Captain, it’s really you! Did he do this to you?” a voice asked as someone pulled Draco’s body toward the edge of the ship.

“Stop!” Harry screamed at the top of his lungs. “I command you to let him go!” So they did, tossing the limp blond body overboard to the sound of Harry’s incoherent sobs.

“Harry,” the voice said as he gripped Harry’s jaw. Fiery red hair was matted to a freckled face and Harry recognized Ron, his First Mate, and collapsed against him, fists pounding roughly against the man’s chest. “Harry it’s alright. We caught the bastard. We caught the filthy pirate scum who did this to you and we’ll take you back home. Everything’s alright now, Harry.”

The burst of energy he’d gained by the brief battle drained from his form as he felt the weight of what had just happened; Draco was forever lost to Davy Jones. He didn’t have the words to tell Ron what a huge mistake he’d made, or to explain that they’d just killed the only man he’d ever loved and that Draco actually loved him back. Harry had only seconds of bliss before it was all torn away.

Harry didn’t fight them as they loaded him onto the Mighty Griffin, and the crew politely looked away during Harry’s violent sobs as he watched the Sliver Serpent burn and sink into the black depths of the ocean, never to sail again.

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Author’s Note: So, only a small portion of this was Laurel’s idea and I went and twisted it into something terrible. Sorry, but I went into a bit of a dark place here, but the means justify the ends and it helped me to achieve what I needed without too much manipulation. There is only one chapter left, an epilogue if you will and then we’ll be bidding ado too our delicious pirates.