#((he will))

“So what’s left to check?” Thatch continued, his forked tongue flicking out over his snout. “Can’t we start breeding her?” For as much as the human had been crying, this time she made an accompanying wail and scrunched her face. Marco had liked all the noises she made thus far, but this one bothered him. He checked his data pad but there was no indication of her mood other than the general statement that she was nervous and scared, as she had been the entire time. It now also showed a small amount of arousal, but that was dipping as her sounds continued.

“Shh, quiet little human. We are not breeding you now,” Marco said, reaching up above to cup your cheek. You hiccuped a few times and your lower lip wobbled but your sounds ceased soon after his statement. Marco kept his hand there a few moments longer, savoring the feel of your heavenly skin under his own. You found comfort in being touched on your sweet face; Marco would save this information for later.

“How much do you know about female humans?” Marco asked his brother, trying to curtail his thoughts of your juices on his tongue.

“I know some,” Thatch hedged. Marco suspected he would based off Thatch’s own hDNA score. Thatch had almost no human weaknesses but it he would have done some research about his own origins. “I’ll be honest, I never spent that much time learning about the females and their reproduction. I never thought I’d ever see an actual human outside of vids, so I didn’t bother,” Thatch explained.

“Human females are quite different from other species in the galaxy, hence why they were so highly sought after. Like I mentioned, humans are a highly sexual species, they have to orgasm at least once a day, if not more. Females have multiple soft, tight holes to use and they can derive pleasure from all of them. They can mate multiple times a day, even if a male has filled her with his seed. The females have another inner pleasure site and if the rumors are true, can orgasm multiple times in a row,” Marco said, the information pouring out of him. Not only had Marco read everything that was factual about humans, he’d also read first hand accounts of beings who had a human of their own. There were many unsubstantiated claims about humans – particularly the females – and Marco wanted to test if any of them were true.

Thatch was speechless as Marco filled him in on the delights of humans, his eyes looking even more closely at your exposed core. A lot of the vids hadn’t been filmed with future audiences in mind, so the information Marco was sharing wasn’t always discernable from the old footage. You opened your mouth to protest something, but Marco placed the palm of his hand against your pussy. You shut your mouth, though you did glare at him. Marco gave you a pleased chirp. He was aware that he sounded stiff and formal through your outdated translator but he was happy to see you heed his order to stop yelling.

Marco was glad you’d responded so well to the light smack. He had read extensively about the means of taking care of humans and every guide had suggested several physical corrections for naughty or non compliant humans. Many of the guides had said that humans were prone to escaping, misbehavior, and general mayhem when they were adjusting to new settings and Masters. He’d keep an eye out for such things and modify your behavior accordingly if it was necessary. Part of him hoped that you’d be a good pet, but given your spirited attempt to get away, he wasn’t so sure that would be the case. He couldn’t deny that the descriptions of the corrections brought him a thrill, but he wouldn’t punish you without due cause. 

“Humans have many downsides as well. As you can tell, humans need a lot of care in order to survive. They need a primary mate to feel connected to, otherwise they languish or lash out. Humans tire easily, they sleep about a third to half of their lifespan. They also have no durability and are accidentally injured frequently. Their holes can expand quite a bit but there is an upper limit to the size a female can take. That’s what we’re measuring. She won’t be able to take all of our brothers, based on my current knowledge. If someone above her size range mates her, it might injure her, perhaps permanently.”

Which was one of the reasons why Marco hadn’t already started fucking you as you lay bound before him. He wanted to, gods he wanted to, but he wasn't a cruel master. He would find out if you could fit him in your body before he took you. Marco had waited his entire life for a human, he wasn’t going to destroy you before he could enjoy you.

“I’m going to stimulate you to orgasm before we start testing your holes,” Marco stated, facing you once more. Your eyes were squinting at him and your mouth was set in a thin line. He’d have to learn what each gesture and look meant, though he had seen this one enough to know you were displeased. You’d learn to enjoy the pleasure he would bring you, he knew you were still adjusting. Perhaps after the orgasm he’d bestow on you, you’d be more grateful to him.

Marco grabbed a small metal disc from his controller and tapped it once, the disc now hovering in the air near the both of you.

“You’re recording this?” Thatch asked, eyeing the disc. Marco nodded. Your attention snapped to the small disc as your pink tongue poked out of your mouth and licked your lips.

“Yes. I want to record our first experiences with her, including the measurements. That way there’s no naysaying or arguing later among our brothers.” That was Marco’s official reason, but he already knew a copy of these recordings would be going into his personal archive. 

His fingers quickly found your clit again, while his free hand rested on your inner thigh. Marco started rubbing your clit again, using the same stroking pattern as before. Since he’d already touched you previously, he was able to delve shallowly into your slit and use some of your own slick as lubrication for his fingers. He followed an impulse and stuck them in his mouth, unable to resist a taste of you. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head – nothing could have prepared him for the taste of you. Marco bit off the claws on his free hand, he was going to have his first feel of you. Marco moaned aloud before putting them back on your clit, starting his rhythm again. He started stroking down your hole as his other hand rubbed your clit, his thumb and forefinger spreading your inner lips apart. 

Even though you were still bound to the chair, your hips were trying to meet his hand even as you bit your lips shut. Marco wished he could hear more of your noises, but he wouldn’t guide you too much in this particular event. Later he'd adjust how you behaved when he mated with you, but he wanted to see your natural reactions. Besides, your legs were talking for you, the trembling increasing as Marco rubbed you in a particular way. You seemed to be producing enough slick to accept penetration, so Marco slowly pushed his primary finger inside you. 

Marco closed his eyes. He couldn’t - were you trying to get him to come untouched? He knew you hadn’t done anything but the feeling of your channel so tightly clenching just one of his fingers had precome leaking out of his throbbing cock. It was difficult to tell if humans were untried or not – there had been some readings that the first time a female took a male she would bleed – but other statements said that wasn’t always the case. In either case, you were incredibly tight and the way your cunt grasped his finger had him imagining his cock buried deep within you, pumping you full of his come. 

You whined as Marco’s finger reached its limit in your slick pussy, your tiny toes curling in on themselves. Marco pumped his finger in and out of you and you closed your eyes, your chest heaving. There was no need to test you on something as small as Marco’s finger – it would also help loosen you up for an accurate reading in a few minutes.

“You will take more, little human,” Marco told you, removing his finger from your pussy only to add his second along with the first. This time you were unable to quell your moan as he pushed into you. Marco’s fingers searched along your gummy walls for a rough patch, he had read many accounts of a secondary pleasure center buried within a female’s pussy.

“Where is it? Do not hide from me, little human,” Marco purred at you, his fingers soon brushing against a spot that had you squirming under his touch. He pressed on it again and your breath hitched as your pelvis titled. 

“There it is. Good girl,” Marco said, pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh. He had seen humans pressing their lips to their mate in a few vids and he wanted to enjoy the action as well. What he truly wanted was for you to initiate a lip press, but that was not possible at this juncture. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Thatch had taken out his cock and was stroking himself to the sight of you being pleasured. Marco didn’t mind as long as he was the one providing you the pleasure. You were his, after all. Both by rules of the ship as well as the rules of engagement for humans. Thatch could join in, but you were Marco’s human.

Marco moved in a steady rhythm, one of his hands working your clit while the other pumped in and out of you like his cock would soon be doing. Your eyes were scrunched shut as your noises became louder, your fingers now curling much like your toes. Your cunt was spasming around his fingers and your clit had become engorged – you were close to orgasm. Marco sped up rubbing your clit while his other hand pressed on the spongy spot inside you. He pressed on it a few times until your cries rose in pitch, your hips tilting with every thrust he gave you. 

Your muscles all tensed and your fingers balled into fists as you moaned loud and low. Your eyes still were closed and sweat beaded on your forehead as you came on his fingers.. Marco continued stroking you as your cunt sucked his fingers in deeper, wishing every moment that it was his cock inside you. After you finished riding the high of orgasm, your pussy continued to pulse around his fingers every few seconds. Marco was reluctant to end the experience but your head was lolling off to the side. Did coming on his fingers take all the energy you possessed? Did you need to sleep already? How long had you been awake? 

“She’s so responsive,” Thatch noted, tucking one of his now flaccid cocks back into his pants. Marco hadn’t been watching Thatch but wasn’t surprised he was masturbating to the sights and sounds of your stimulation. Marco certainly wanted to. He removed his fingers from you, your slick coating them all the way down to the base of his palm.

On impulse, he stuck them not into his own mouth but your open one. The orgasm must have helped you become more in tune with your submissive nature because you obediently sucked your own juices. Marco groaned at the feeling of your hot little mouth around him. He was not prepared for how your tongue rolled around his fingers, your blunt teeth and soft, moist cavern, another ideal space for his cock. Truly, humans were nature’s perfect fuck toys. 

“All humans are, but I think she’s particularly receptive,” Marco agreed, trying to stifle his groan. Based on his research, there was a range of responses humans had to orgasm, but yours were particularly emphatic, much to his delight. “I’m going to pick her up to get her in position for measuring. Can you reset the chair to a table?” Marco asked. He could have done both tasks himself but he wanted to fully enjoy holding you for the first time. Thatch nodded as Marco removed his fingers from your mouth and pressed a few buttons on his controller.

Marco pushed his arms under your upper back and knees, scooping you up like a youngling. Since he was the one who made the bonds, he was able to manipulate and control them. You were so light, it would be no trouble to carry you once you tired. Maybe you’d let him carry you all the time once you settled into your new life. The thought had Marco burying his face into your soft hair, rubbing his cheek against the silky texture. Every part of you was made for petting and stroking, from your head down to your tiny painted toes.

Marco removed all the other cuffs aside from the ones around your ankles, wrists, and neck since they’d need them soon. Since the cuffs weren’t attached to the chair any longer, your wrists and ankles were quickly bound to each other to keep you restrained. He wished you didn’t have to be bound, but Marco feared you would injure yourself in an attempt to flee. In time you would see that he only wanted what was best for you, even if you didn’t agree. 

Your POV

You were still reeling from the aftershocks of your orgasm as Marco stuck his fingers in your mouth. In your dazed state, you obediently sucked on his large fingers, tasting your own desire. You tried to push the event from your mind, the shame of coming on your kidnapper’s fingers too much for you to bear. It hadn’t even taken him long to make you come, his fingers working you to a fever pitch in minutes. You’d tried holding out, thinking of anything you could to stop the pleasure from building in you. But as soon as Marco pressed on that spot inside you, you were done for. You hadn’t even known it was there, much less how much pleasure you could feel from it. What else did Marco know that you didn’t? 

He certainly didn’t know as much as he thought he did about humans based on what he was telling Thatch. Even if he had been able to understand you, you weren’t sure he’d listen to what you’d say. Regardless, you’d need your energy to fight the measuring, whatever that entailed. Some of your bonds dissolved but before you could make a plan to do something about it, Marco had picked you up.

“Can you make her come again? You said she can multiple times, right?” Thatch said as he pressed on the underside of the chair. The chair shifted forms quickly, becoming a padded flat table in seconds. You gathered your strength to try and bolt for the door but your ankles and wrists were quickly bound together again. Damn it , they were keeping you completely bound. You’d have an opportunity for escape, but maybe not while two Whitebeard Commanders were watching you. You tensed as your brain processed Thatch’s words - that was not something you wanted from the creatures tormenting you.

“Not right now. Let’s finish what we need to and play with her later. I’m concerned she might need to rest soon, there’s no telling how long she’s been awake or when the last time she ate and drank was. I don’t want to harm her,” Marco said, burying his face in your neck. You tried to move your shoulder to your neck to deny his access but he was undeterred. Marco breathed in deeply, like he was sniffing you before flipping you over and putting you back down on the table. He separated your wrists and ankles, spreading them apart so you were on your hands and knees. The cuffs immediately locked in place once Marco was satisfied with your positioning on the bench. You tried tugging your hands free but they were just as steadfast as they’d been before. The bench was obviously made for much larger creatures, you took up less than half of the space.

“Humans prefer this position for mating, it will be the easiest for her,” Marco said, almost to himself as he trailed a hand down your back. You shifted, trying to get away in case he wanted to tickle you again. You were thankful that you weren’t as tightly bound as you were before, able to move a little bit to show discomfort or your reactions. Marco ran his hand down over your ass, gripping one cheek lightly before letting go. He walked over to a cabinet and rummaged around for something – you weren’t excited to find out what he needed. 

In the meantime, Thatch had come closer to you. His face was right in front of your own, staring at you with his yellow eyes. What did he want from you? You curled your lip and scowled, trying to show your disgust at his behavior. He had been masturbating while Marco made you come, his own fluids dripping onto his hands. Was he going to stick his come covered fingers in your mouth as well? The thought had you narrowing your eyes and snapping your teeth at him. He just grunted with a small smile.

“Everything she does is so cute I can hardly stand it,” he said over his shoulder to Marco. Marco was coming back towards you, carrying a bottle and three thin rods. 

“Mmh. It’s their defense mechanism,” Marco said with a snort, standing in front of your face after placing the rods and bottle on a nearby hover tray. “I’ll measure her holes but first I want to examine her breasts,” he said, his fingers reaching for your chest. You tried pulling in your shoulders and leaning back on your heels, but Marco caught the bond around your neck like a collar. 

“Stay where I place you,” he said, his eyes flashing. You decided not to put up a fight at this moment – you were still stuck on the table and it wasn’t like you’d get away if you disobeyed. Maybe the more docile you acted, the more they’d let their guard down around you. For now, staying put might benefit you most. 

You shivered as Marco’s hands found your breasts, cupping them for a moment before kneading and squeezing them tenderly. He rolled your nipples between his fingers, the stiff peaks sensitive to his ministrations. You shifted slightly, it felt too good to have your breasts played with this way. Not wanting him to see your reaction, you closed your eyes again. Blocking out Marco might be the only control you had at this point. Marco pinched one of your nipples and you bit your lips between your teeth to stop yourself from making noises. You pinched your own nipples when you were masturbating but no one else had. 

“Which reminds me, hand me that sensor,” Marco asked Thatch. Marco let go of your breasts  but you didn’t open your eyes, you didn’t want to know what they were going to measure. Your eyes flew open as you felt one of Marco’s fingers pushing something small and cold inside your still sopping pussy. 

“H-hey!” you said in a normal tone, more from surprise than fright. You looked up at Marco and cringed. You hunched in on yourself, you didn’t mean to say anything and get punished. Marco ran a hand up and down your ass after removing his long finger from inside you. Moving once again to stand in front of you, he tilted your chin so you were looking at him.

“Little human, I am not going to punish you for speaking. I will correct disrespectful behavior and actions, but I will not punish you for your own nature. I know humans are louder than other species. Do not speak impudently and you will not be punished. Do you understand?” he asked softly, his fingers stroking the column of your neck. You nodded slightly even though based on your personality, you weren’t sure you’d avoid punishment in the future. Marco’s eyes closed slowly before reopening, a pleased chirp emanating from him. That must be his version of a smile.

“I want her to make noises,” Thatch protested sullenly. 

“She will, but she cannot yell from anger or frustration. I cannot tolerate a poorly trained human,” Marco explained, tapping on his datapad again. “Her internal sensor is functional. It measures blood flow more specifically than the clinical cuff. This way I’ll be able to detect if she’s enjoying the sensations even if she tries to limit her sounds,” Marco said with a pleased chuff. Oh fuck, he was measuring your pleasure internally ? Your mind raced trying to think of any way to quell your reactions but if he was measuring your blood flow…

“Open your mouth,” Marco commanded, one of the three thin rods now in his hands. You narrowed your eyes – what was he going to do? Marco’s free hand gripped your jaw, which you took as a warning. You tentatively opened your mouth a little bit and Marco slipped the rod inside. He watched you for a moment as you looked at him, your brow scrunched with confusion. The rod started to increase in size, expanding steadily until it was now the thickness of your thumb. It showed no signs of stopping as Marco started tapping on his data pad.

“Why’re you using a wound measurer in her mouth?” Thatch asked, familiar with the tool. It was a little strange, but Marco wanted to know how much you could bear without getting hurt. The rods were designed to test size and depth of wounds the crew sustained during fighting. When the rods were placed in an opening, they would expand to fit the area until they detected pain from the user. Then Marco would have an accurate assessment of how many supplies would be needed if repair was needed. They were a helpful tool that Marco used in the infirmary with regularity. They weren’t designed for measuring human's holes but in theory it should give him a fairly accurate representation of which brothers you’d be able to safely take in your body. He wasn’t going to have it expand to fit the entire cavity of your mouth, it would stay cylindrical for the best approximation of a cock.

“To see what her size limits are. She’s definitely going to be able to take some of us in her mouth, based on the initial projections from the measurer,” Marco said, now watching you intently. His teal tongue licked his beak like mouth as if in anticipation of his cock inside it.

Oh fuck that. 

You pushed the smooth rod out of your mouth with your tongue before it got too big  – there was no way these fuckers were going to measure how much cock you could take. Marco’s eyes narrowed as the rod fell to the table with a soft thud. He picked it up and looked you in the eyes. 

“It was my error not to inform you of what would happen. Open your mouth and do not push it out again,” Marco commanded, tapping your cheek with one finger. You clenched your jaw shut and glared at him. Marco's eyes blinked back at you.

“Very well.”

Marco POV

It had taken less time than he anticipated for the human to begin pushing boundaries. This one was spirited, much more so than humans he’d seen on vids. He couldn’t deny that meting out your punishment brought excitement – he wasn’t sure his erection would ever recede around you. 

Still, your defiance required immediate correction. Marco sat down on the empty portion of the bench behind your appealing ass. He was much taller than you, his feet easily able to rest on the floor. You strained to look at him from over your shoulder, but you were able to contort your body in such a way that you were able to scan his face. Your jaw settled in even harder as you took in his stern expression. Marco held his disappointed expression, though he wanted to pinch your little cheek. Thatch was right, everything you did was cute, but he needed to show you that you weren’t going to win in a battle of wills. Marco was about to show you why. 

You squeaked in surprise as Marco leaned over and grabbed you off the table. He easily positioned you the way he wanted, which was bent over his lap. Your ass was now hiked in the air over one of his thighs, your arms pinned behind your back by one of his hands. Your bonds snapped your wrists and ankles together again, he didn’t want you flailing and accidentally injuring yourself. Marco rubbed the palm of his hand over your smooth ass, building anticipation for what was about to happen. You were wriggling your torso, your little mouth open in anger. It was too late to open your mouth now, Marco thought.

“When I give you a command, you are expected to obey. Defying my will earns you punishment,” Marco explained calmly. He continued to rub your ass, letting his fingers trail down into your slick folds. You said something acidic in reply that was surely rude, but Marco didn’t hold it against you. He wasn’t able to understand you by his own actions, he couldn’t be fully certain what you said. Moreover, it was clear no one had curbed your behavior before, had shown you that you weren’t in control. Based on how your willful reactions to him, Marco didn’t think you had a previous Master. So how you came to be on the merchant ship and why you had a flinch reflex were still problems to be solved – later. With that thought in mind, he brought his hand down on the fleshiest part of your ass. Your body tensed and your mouth opened as if in shock. 

“Like I told you previously, good girls get rewarded and bad girls get punished,” Marco said with a shrug. You whipped your head forward, trying to ignore him. Marco didn’t mind, you could try. It wouldn’t get you far.

Several minutes later and you were crying, your skin now hot and flushed where Marco had spanked you. He hadn’t kept his strikes just on your ass either. He’d spanked your delightful ass, your sensitive sit spots, and even the tops of your thighs a few times. As he expected, your blood pooled where he had spanked you, changing the color of your skin to a lovely new hue. Marco rubbed his hand over your heated skin, savoring the feeling as well as providing you comfort. His nostrils flared, was that the smell of your arousal?

His fingers lightly stroked through your folds as he rubbed you, finding you even wetter than before. Marco’s eyes widened as he checked his datapad – you were finding enjoyment from the punishment. He had no doubt you were unhappy being spanked, yet your discipline was leaving you wanting. Interesting.

“Marco, come on, she’s had enough,” Thatch said, trying to stymy Marco’s punishment. Marco could see by the way Thatch’s tail was twitching that he felt bad for you. But Marco wasn’t going to relent, it was important for him to establish his dominance early on. You were still exclaiming with every spank he delivered, babbling in your human language. He was guessing you were asking him to stop but he had no way to know.  He’d watch the recording later and determine what it was you were saying. The jiggle of your skin only made him think of fucking you after a spanking, feeling your warm skin bouncing against his thighs as he thrust into you. 

“No. She has earned this for herself. She’s not injured, she’s merely uncomfortable. If she wishes to disobey, this is the consequence. She will still be examined, just with a sore bottom,” Marco explained. 

“Besides, our little human is enjoying being shown her place. Isn’t that right?” he asked, rubbing a hand between your shoulder blades. Your thighs clenched together as blood pooled on both sets of your cheeks. 

Your breath was hitching and mucus drained from your nose as you held yourself up with your back muscles. You were putting on quite the show, but Marco wasn’t finished. He knew what he was waiting for based on the readings he’d done. Marco brought his hand back down on the top of one of your thighs and your wailing commenced once more. He smacked your delectable ass and thighs over and over, making sure he didn’t truly hurt you. 

A few minutes later and you slumped over on his lap. You’d exhausted yourself railing against him and had no more fight left within you. You were now going to take whatever Marco doled out to you, just as he wanted. Marco smiled to himself at your submission, you made quite the pretty picture laid out over him, the marks he’d made apparent on your flesh. And as he rubbed his fingers through your slit, your slick juices told him he’d made the correct choice. He smacked your ass once more, the hardest slap yet. He was now done.

You were still crying quietly as Marco sat you up on his lap. He wiped your tears and mucus off your face since your hands were still bound behind your back.

“You are forgiven for your disobedience. Shall we commence the examination once more?” he asked, looking at your splotchy face. You gave him a doleful look and dropped your gaze, nodding your bowed head. 

“Excellent choice.”

Your POV

You couldn’t believe it. Marco had spanked you. Like an errant child.

He had thrown you over his legs, your ass high in the air. You tried to squirm out of his hold but he was able to keep you in place easily with one hand resting on your lower back. You tensed, waiting for his strike as he softly stroked your skin. You'd been hit before, you could tank it. But nothing could have prepared you for the sting of his hand crashing down on you.

He didn't spank you once or twice like you’d been expecting. Marco had spanked you until you could feel your heartbeat in your skin. His hand smacked your ass, your thighs, and your sit spots so many times you thought he would never relent. You weren't sure you'd be able to sit down for the next few days.

At first you tried to show no emotion whatsoever. It was just a spanking, how bad could it be? You gritted your teeth and tried to bear it with as much dignity as you could. He wasn’t going to break you, you’d endured so much in your life already. 

You didn’t last long. 

After a few minutes, you couldn’t stop yourself from crying out. It did hurt, quite a lot. And the pain was compounding on itself, building higher and higher every time Marco’s hand made contact with your hot skin. He wasn’t spanking you in regular intervals either, he would spank you a few times then take a break, as if to admire his own work. Each time it gave you hope that you were done, that your punishment was over – only to wail when he started up again.  It wasn’t like anyone besides the two in the room were going to know you were crying, so you allowed yourself that small comfort.

But the worst part of it all was that you could feel yourself getting wetter. You didn’t know why, you didn’t like the feeling of him spanking you. You tried clenching your thighs together to try to hide your arousal but Marco’s fingers found your slick pussy easily. You dimly heard Thatch trying to intercede but you couldn’t focus on what they were saying, only on your burning hot flesh and Marco’s hand. 

“Besides, our little human is enjoying being shown her place. Isn’t that right?” he asked silkily, rubbing a hand between your shoulder blades. Your face burned as much as your ass – he wasn’t just spanking you, this was total humiliation. You didn’t want to enjoy it, you couldn’t explain why your body wasn’t listening to your brain. 

All too soon Marco returned to spanking you relentlessly. Sure, you’d been punished before on Lafftale, but nothing like this. You quickly gave up on anything except trying to survive. You cried, snot running down your face. You begged Marco to stop, to not spank you so hard, to leave you alone, that you'd do what he wanted -- nothing worked. Your skin burned until you couldn’t bear it any longer, you couldn’t take one more spank from him.

You went limp over his legs.

That seemed to be what Marco was waiting for, your complete submission to his will. At this point you didn’t care if he put the rod back in your mouth, you just wanted the spanking to end. He gave you one last smack, the harshest one yet. Your body jolted but you otherwise didn't react.

You were still crying quietly as Marco sat you up on his lap. You laid your head against his chest, allowing him to move you about like a limp doll. 

“You are forgiven for your disobedience. Shall we commence the examination once more?” he asked, wiping your face with a disposable towel. You nodded your head, unwilling to meet his gaze. 

“Excellent choice.”