IG: Matamores Satisfaction, Safa's Misery

[Mange]

Matamore after managing to break free of Ukir started to head back to his room. A smug smile was pasted on his face. As long as he was on Grumbuskins ship, he couldn't be killed. Not that any of them could kill him. He was after all, better then any of the pirates on the ship.....right? No no, of course he was(I nailed the French thing didn't I?xD) he was after all French. Could they brag - about coming from the best country in the world? No was the answer, but he could. Even Grumbuskin took a liking to him as soon as he met him. His chest puffed out slightly. Just because he had slipped up the other day and flirted with one of Grumbuskins flings didn't mean he still wasn't the captains favorite.....right? After all he was French and everyone loved that about him....right? Well, except maybe Flattpot and Ukir, but they weren't at all important....right?


Wrong. Ukir and Flattpot -were- important, well to the queen who was now in question. In fact those two with the whips were her world. Her very existence revolved around them. And she hated that fact. Grumbuskins probably didn’t know that this queen existed, because if he was smart he could have smelled that she was trouble and would have thrown her overboard long ago. But no. There she was, a regular rower, being far too damaged to be merchandise or a pet. But she was -pleased with that. Never one to be fussed over or even pampered, the life of the pets were sickening to her, there very existence depended on there masters wills and wants. Hers was similar, but at least she got results. At best she was Ukirs punching bag. His toy to abuse whenever he needed a good fight. Safa was there for that reason.
Free from her binds, the queen was quick to make herself at least -look- useful, lifting coils of rope and rearranging them upon the deck. Three days. And all she had was a name. And the face.


Matamore looked around the ship before spotting a queen. He purred and walked over to her putting a hand on her shoulder. "Now what is queen doing here, there are only two queens allowed on this ship. And you are not one of them." He purred into her ear. "But that can be our little secret, that is if you do something for me." He said running a paw through her hair.

Well, getting his attention wouldn’t be a problem. It seemed that her victim was more interested in her for different reasons then the fact that she was assigned to kill him. “I am a worker Sir, here to do the jobs that the toms cannot do themselves.” A paw rose to slap away at his hand like it was a mere bug.

His paw tightened showing that it wasn't going anywhere any time soon. "Well, I have some work for you that a tom can't do either." He said with a chuckle smiling. "Are you up to it?" He whispered into her ear. He turned her around so that she faced him. "Then again, if you are a worker you don't have much of a choice do you sweetie. Should I show you my room?" He winked at her.

Matamore would be greeted with a rather striking face. Attractive, but only because of its disfigured scars. One dashed down her left eye, another crossing her left cheek. If anything was beautiful about her it was those eyes. You know, the ones that were currently burning holes into his head. Why now? She had been on this ship so long and -now- she had to be noticed.

"You have beautiful eyes." Matamore purred running a hand down her cheek. Yes, he used corny lines. "And you are as beautiful as a rose on a warm summer day." It didn't exactly matter to Matamore if you were beautiful or ugly, or somewhere in-between, as long as you where a queen you where fine with him. He took her hand starting to lead her to his room thinking he was going to get lucky.

“Sir?“ Safa tore her paw from his and returned to her rope coils, her back only to him seeing she had to work. “I have things to -do- Sir!” Her voice was not sweet but sharp like a knife. She was twenty three years of age, human count. And for those years she had retained her innocent and was not about to go throw it to some French cat who thought he was the cock of the walk.

Matamore frowned. "Well, I am making it so you don't have to do those things. Look you can't to no to me, I'm me and you are just a worker. Do you understand?" He growled his eyes narrowing. He took her head again, this time rather roughly, and he tugged on her arm. "So come on."

Flattpot and Ukir never asked her of what -he- wanted. Sure they enjoyed beating the living life out of her, and it took all the longer seeing she could take it, but what he wanted he wouldn’t get. Never one to disobey, Safa lived by the rules. All except for now. “NO SIR!” The butter-cream queen snapped, turning with her claws bared, only as a warning. She had little ground to work with, seeing her mane was tangled within his hold.

Matamore took a step away letting go of her. "Are you threatening me?" He snapped his claws sliding out also. "That is not advised for someone like you in your position queen. You wouldn't want me to scratch up that pretty little face of yours and add more scars would you?" He growled his chest puffing out.

“No sir. I wouldn’t. But I also don’t want you taking from me something that is not -yours- to take. Go smooth talk some other queens!“ Safa hissed, taking a step back now as she looked him over. True he wasn’t unattractive but he also wasn’t the one for her. A paw rose to brush her mane over her face quickly, shielding most of her features as she looked to him waiting for his reaction.

Matamore growl. "You /are/ going to come with me I don't care if you want to or not." He growled taking her hand again and yanking on her. "NOW COME ON!" He yelled.
Mange: Stumbling forward, she really wondered just what was it about her that he found so interesting that he kept going at it like he did. Gaining her balance the queen didn’t fight back. She followed. Obediently. Odd now wasn’t it? Maybe he liked fighters, and if he did then this act would suck all the pleasure from his little tussle..and she’d be free to plot his death. Running into things without planning was foolish. And killing someone was a rather stupid thing to rush.

((Still in progress))

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Matamore paused. Hmmmm. "Thats better." He said with a smile. "I knew I'd get you to cooperate." He said leading her into his small room, it wasn't flashy, but it was better then nothing.

Safa had her own room, next to Ukirs. Sure it was more like a hospital room then anything else. That’ where he bandaged her up, and then let her rest after beating the life out of her. At least he was kind enough to do that. Looking around the small space, Safa became horribly aware of just what Matamore wanted, and what she was never going to give him. “Yes Sir!” Always the good little slave.

Matamore smiled at her. "Sir is so formal, call me Matamore." He purred before he slid a hand behind her mane pulling her into a kiss. In his mind he knew what he wanted too, and he was sure he was going to get it. Matamore was not picky at all so he didn't even care about the scars, or the attidude, he just cared if the gender.

Sea-foam eyes winced as he pulled her into the kiss. Fantastic. Her first kiss and it was from French pirate scum. Apparently she needed to do more work on her face in order to retain herself. Allowing him this, if to anything let his guard down, she stood there ridged and stiff, her lips thin and passionless.

Matamore broke the kiss and looked her up and down. "You are suppose to kiss me back." He said with a smile kissing her again.

“This s my first time Sir “God that sounded so foolish and the second those words left her lips she regretted even saying them. Taking a step back, the abused queen turned her face away from his own, and stared down at the floorboards.


Matamore grinned evily. "You mean I have the pleasure of breaking you in?" He said moving infront of her and lifting her chin up with his paw. "How wonderful, I have never had the pleasure of that before." He said kissing her again. Oh this was gonna be a fun night for the pirate, very fun indeed.

Again, it was similar to kissing a corpse, lifeless and pale. She couldnt force herself to feel passion. She didnt want this. She wasnt saving herself for anyone in particular, hell she had no interests. But Matamore didnt seem to be fitting that picture anytime soon..well seeing he would be dead. Turning her face away from him once more, the queen let out a small growl. “ cant be broken Sir..”


Matamore smiled. "Of course you can be broken darling, everyone can be broken."

"Don’t call me darling -Sir-" His smile was making her sick to her stomach, that and just the whole idea about this. Stupid toms..thinking they could take whatever they wanted.

Matamore grabbed her paw and then grabbed her other paw and then pulled her into yet another kiss. "I'll call you whatever the hell I want." He said.

“Anything but yours then “muttered within the kiss, finding him rather insufferable as he kept forcing himself upon her, and she was still rather powerless to do anything. Others had seen him drag her off. Witnesses. She needed to kill him without witnesses. So perhaps this game would run a bit longer then she wanted. Her paws flexed in his hold, her whole body tense.

Matamore pulled away his ears pressed against his skull. "What? What did you say to me?" He hissed his claws sliding out. How dare she be like this. Didn't she know who he was? And who she was? And was was it getting so hard to get a queen in his room and keep her there!? Was he not charming? Was he not handsome? When he walked onto this ship he had a queen for each paw, and now look at him. He couldn’t even get this queen to stay with him. His chest puffed out. Well, he was not going to let that happen. She /was/ going to stay for the night.


“I said you can call me whatever you want Sir anything but -yours-“her voice was covered in acid, taking a step back, but seeing it was a rather small room she soon felt the smooth wooden boards against her back. Matamore wasnt ugly, he wasnt horribly cruemaybe thats why it was going to be so hard. He needed to give her a reasonso much innocent blood already coated her, and it wouldn’t wash clean. Another one added to the pile could possibly break her.

Matamores glass green eyes narrowed. "I /reallly/ think you are in place to say that. And I can call you mine if I want too. Now be a good queen and just do what you are told. Got it?" Hissed Matamore taking one slow step towards her. A low growl rupted from his throat as he took a another step toward her. "I /always/ get what I want. And I want you. And so I'm gonna have you damnit!" He hissed.

"As you wish Sir…but what I ment was…you can call me whatever you want, take me, rape me…but I wont ever be -yours-understand..?"Safa cocked her head to the side, her tone that of one a parent would use to speak to a child. No use in getting killed over this, and seeing she was in a rather hazardous position, she really couldnt do -much-.

Me pondered for a momment, a bit confused... Then finally he crossed his arms, his muscles showing as he did so. "Well why not? Don't you find me charming?" He asked his fluffy tail flicking back and forth. "And aren't I handsome? I'm the perfect tom, why do you resist me like this?" He asked, his ego showing as well.

"You are charming, handsome, and perfect Sir!"Safa didnt look at him, her attention was to the side as she waited for him to snap at any moment. “But you are not for me and I am not for you. Someone as perfect as you deserves someone beautiful, brilliant, and also perfect.not me."Unless he was into cold queens with no feelings and no real care for there appearance. If that was the case then sure she was for him.


Matamore raised his chin up smiling. He took another step towards her. "I think its up to me to decide who is perfect enough for me." He said wrapping his tail around her thigh. He put a hand on her waist, then another hand on her neck then he pulled her into yet another kiss. "And you are perfect for me tonight." He whispered into her ear.

"Just tonight doesnt work for me sir" Safa muttered, her back leaning against the wall, or at least trying too as he kissed her again. What was it with toms and there idea of flings? Sure she didnt believe in life mates, but she believed in something a bit more then a quick fuck. Hopeless romantic perhaps.

Matamore stopped. "Come on rosebud you are being a gaint stick in the mud, lighten up a bit." He said kissing the fur on her neck. Why was she so tense anyway?

"Forgive me for having morals Sir!"Safa muttered again, yet was helpless for a moment as he paid attention to her neck. For some odd reason that felt good. Fuck. Her paws clenched at her side, eyes closed in a almost painful wince.

[Mange]

"Its okay I forgive you." He said still kissing her neck, he moved up her neck untill the kisses reached her mouth then he kissed her again, he pinned her against the wall running a paw through her tangled mane. Then he paused for momment. "Feeling less tense now?"

If her ridged body said anything, it was still tense as a bow string."Thank you Sir, and no."Safa was never one to -be- shy, yet around him she felt like a victim. She hated it. She couldnt fight back, else be found too soon with her intentions. Fighting was all she had. And this romantic of toms was really laying it on thick.

Matamore sighed and sat down. "You don't want to do this do you?" He said crossing his arms again. He looked straight at her and if you eyes were burning into her head. After all that she was still tense, still like a board, still unhappy.

"No Sir. I dont.."Why should she bother lying? Worse he could do was kill her. Big deal. Then she wouldnt need to deal with Flattpot if she failed. Arms rose and crossed over her rather large chest, her head ducking low so she didnt have to look at him. "Im sorry Matamore." Aha. His name.


"Safa sir..." 'No dont be nice to me please dont be nice to me. Be a ass. Be the French jerk we all know you as please' Safa pleaded with herself, trying to bargain his fate. If he -was- nice to her, killing him would be so much harder. Sea-form eyes turned away from him, looking any ware but at him. "And your not loosing your charm just too cold.."

"Safa? Thats a beautiful name." He said sitting down again. "And just call me Matamore, only slaves call me Sir." He said with a sigh. He wrapped his tail around himself.

"Forgive me sir for correcting you, but I -am- a slave." Safa pushed herself from the wall and moved in front of him, kneeling down like Ukir and Flattpot had her do when she was being troublesome.

"What?" He said looking at her. "Oh yes, forgive me I forgot. But call me Matamore anyway. A face as pretty as yours shouldn't be calling me sir." He said looking at her eyes.

"Forgive me again Sir--er..Matamore..but you dont have to sugar coat me" Safa hated being lied too, and being told she was pretty when she knew that was a bold face lie was just a slap in the face. And how could he forget she was a slave? She was far to unattractive to be a pet, and far to useful to be sold off.

Matamore looked at her. "I'm not sugar coating you at all. You are beautiful. A little scratched up yes, but beautiful none the less." Said Matamore looking straight at her. And it was easy to forget who you were kissing for Matamore, he didn't know why, it just worked out that way.


Safa couldnt believe him, and as if to prove him wrong she turned her back to him, and lifted the large mane of hair. A horrible mass of scarr tissue rested there. Whether it was from fights, or from being upon this ship, the layers of scratches and marks was too thick to tell. Satsified, she settled her mane down and flicked her tail. "What do you want Sir?"She asked, a bit more authority in her voice then she bargained, but if he was going to keep up at it..

Matamores face didn't move. He had seen many slaves in worse condition, why should this surprise him? He stood up pufing his chest out and clearing his throat. "Nothing." He said crossing his arms. "I have no use for you. You may go if you wish. Or you can watch me sleep. I don't really care. But you best be getting to work soon, before you are missed." He said with the same amount of authority


You are a horrible liar Sir."Safa sat down once more, her paws resting upon the mattress beside him. Soon her head followed, resting upon her paws. "I will say if you want me too Matamore." If anything it ment that she would be put to work, and that perhaps she could get some rest. Even if it did cost her a few kisses.

Matamore looked at her almost confused. "If you do not wish to stay, then I do not wish you to stay." He said with shrug. "And why would you want to stay if you didn't like me?"

"How can I like you sir if I just met you..?"Safa asked, her eyes closed now as she relished the feeling of a cushion beneath her head. Slaves slept on the floor. No cushion, nothing. This was luxury.

"Well its you would be just simply actracted(sp) to me." Said Matamore laying down still looking at her. "But if you want to stay and rest for a wile, you are more then welcomed too."

"I will take that offer then Sir..I cant remember the last time my head was on a pillow." Sitting upright, the queen took her chances and was quick to squeeze between the wall and Matamore, trying to create as much distance between them as possible.


"Yes, we are hard on you slaves. But if you don't do the work, that pirates would have too, and that wouldn't be fun at all." He said slowly wraping his tail around hers.

"Pity, having to get your paws dirty Sir."Safa said in a somewhat mocking tone, her tail puffing up as his touched her. Matress was good. Matamore on the mattress with her, not so good. But this was the first time in a while that she could relax, and it felt so damned good so what if it he flirted. She wouldnt admit it, but it felt good to get attention. Positive attention.

Matamore moved a bit closer to her. "Enjoying my cushion?" He asked purring, wanting to change the subject. "Its stuffing is feathers you know, thats why its so soft." He said taking a momment to enjoy his cushion himself.

"That would make sense now wouldnt it?" Something about feathers shaking her head she stretched her arms above her head, all of her butter-cream fur brislting out before settling down once more. "And yes, I am enjoying your cushion Matamore."


Matamore raised a brow at her in shock. "You don't remember?" He said in shock before leaning back. "Well, I'm from the streets of France of course. Isn't my accent a dead giveaway?" He purred.

"Yes you have a French accent Sir!"Safa replied, crossing her arms now over her chest as she looked at him edging closer. "What was it like?" All she knew was the ship, and that was a dull life indeed.

Matamore looked at her. "What was what like? Being in France? Well, there is a lot people speaking French, but there is also a lot of rats and mice because there is a whole lot of food." He said licking his lips at the thought. "So during the winter everything is still bright and cheery. Well, as far as food goes."

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Is there anything in France besides food..?" Safa asked in a dry tone, her back smushed against the wooden boards as Matamore kept coming closer and closer. Maybe the floor wasnt such a bad place.
"Oh yes, some of the finest performances happpen in France, also some of the most beautiful queens. Oh and did I mention the Ifle tower? Its the most beautiful thing in the world!" He said his eyes glittering.
So maybe there was more to him then just the charm and the perfection he proclaimed."It sounds like a interesting place.." She couldnt really remember home. All she had of it was the sweet scent trapped within her fur. Crisp, clean, and earthy. Small memories came to her every once and a while. All she knew was that it was a peaceful place, and that she was needed there.

Matamore turned to her again. "Are you sure you don't remember a thing about where you came from. I mean unless the pirates took you away as really young kitten it doesn't make much sense that you wouldn't remember."

"A lot happened at once..." Just small flickers of her past, thats all there was. Much like a candle flame being threatened by the wind. Sometimes they were bright and brilliant, other times so small it was hard to tell if they were real or not. "Doesnt matter. "Im going to die on this ship, so why does it matter where I came from..?"

"Its possible that you wont die on this ship." Said Matamore biting his tongue. "You could be freed you know, there are things you can do."

"Things like what? Only ways you cannot be killed on this ship is if you are a pet.."Fat chance of that happening."Or if your merchandise. Other then that I'm bound to my fate."

Matamore stroked his chin in thought, his lips forming in a frown. Hmmmmm. Then and idea sparked. She didn't want to die on this ship, he didn't want her to die on this ship. He looked at her. "You could be my pet." He said with a smile purring.

A pet? Her ears plastered against her skull for a moment, her lips curling into a hiss. That meant a life of well everything she wasn't about! No work, just sitting about in a cell all day until he wanted her to come being pampered, caged. Shuddering at the though, Safa pressed herself against the wall tightly. "If..that is what you want Sir.."words spoken between gritted teeth.

Matamore's smile widened. "Good, so we both agree about this then. And call me Matamore, I'm tired of telling you that darling." He said looking at her. He purred. "Then it is settled, you are my pet."