The Argo & Desolate Sands

[Bloodedge]

Surprise, surprise. Kolin's scream managed to be more satisfying than all the yapping she spewed from her mouth earlier. Now, she was healed enough to be out of danger... and to begin their proper business discussion. He was to get off her now, was he? Sure, a bit of complacency would do well. "Hoho─ I guess I could. Kindness is as kindness does, right?" he said. He would get off her indeed, but only after reaching out to grab her by her hair. Kolin did need the desk removed from her person, lest she take further injury. What better way to do that, than to drag her from underneath it, from her roots no less. His men, who'd heard the commotion from outside, had already set sail. Jason felt the Argo's movement, and thought it the perfect time to bring negotiations to a close.

"We're on the move, little lady," he stated while tugging her along, fully intending to slam her against the bookshelf and pin her via a hand to the throat. "I haven't been paid yet, and you ain't being very friendly. Look, I even shared some of my special stash. I think you owe me extra─ don't you? Song and dance might not do the trick by itself now." Jason had many ideas, and none of them were to be considered pleasant. This woman was a nuisance, so clearly used to getting her way in all walks of life. None of that would happen here. Jason would have his way, and that coming in exchange for another's loss of their own way, only made the victory that much sweeter.

[Apollymi]

Kolin had indeed screamed and she'd noted the fact that the ship had begun moving. Strange though it was, she knew there was no way this man didn't have this planned all along. Kindness is as kindness does? He did remove himself from her person, but managed to drag her out from under the desk by her hair instead. Another scream left this woman's throat, this was far too rough. Beyond that point she was soon enough slammed against a bookshelf. Of course, this sort of thing was about expected given the man's apparent temperament. A hand was soon against her throat after she made contact with this bookshelf. It hurt but she'd been hurt worse just moments ago, it barely registered as proper pain. What did this man have to say now. They were moving and he hadn't been paid. This wasn't the trip she'd intended to make... nor did it have all the pieces in place she would have required. She'd planned to make an offering of several young women and some coin. "You want extra... I'll agree you might be owed it. I am still alive after all," she said it seemed she was being reasonable for a moment or two. Maybe it was the throat on her neck and the impending potential doom which kept her this way. Maybe she actually liked this sort of thing? Whatever the case she was considering what to do. "I already offered what I had. More is possible but only once I reach my destination. Admittedly, coming here like this wasn't my plan, but shit happens," she said. She could imagine this man wanted something strange from her, and she might end up having to give in to reach her goal. Luckily enough she was quite goal oriented and if what he wanted ended up being too much for her psyche to bear... she'd add him to the list of people she'd target once she was whole again. It wasn't as if after living as many human lifetimes as she did, and doing all she could to raise her Kingdom, she would let a little something like the cost of travel stop her from reaching her goal. If all else failed... there was always Charles... though she should probably find out if this man was immortal or not before calling for him.

[Bloodedge]

At long last, there were some sensible words leaving Kolin's mouth. How strange it was, that he had to take her by the throat for such a development, but Jason didn't care either way. "Yes, Captain; whatever you like." These words spoken were a simple correction to the woman's own statement. She'd been far too unbearable for him to settle for mere complacency at this point. Still injured, she was far too vulnerable to dare offering him resistance, he thought. Perhaps she would get the point as he pressed his knee into the wound she boarded his ship with. Whether she did or not, he was doing just that. "You haven't offered me shit from what you've got. You threw your little mage slut under the bus, but that's about it. Where's the dance? Why aren't you still singing? Captaining a ship across this desert is hard, you know; a Hero needs someone around to keep his spirits high!"

With that final statement offered, Jason retracted his knee from Kolin's torso, only to ram it forward once more. If he brought her to the brink of death again, he had plenty of Phoenix Tears left in his vial to keep her from escaping life for the trip's duration. "By the way, dealing with some entitled bimbo wasn't my plan. I was gonna relax today, y'know? Kick back, have a nice drink. You've already enjoyed more of a drink than I have since getting here, and I haven't gotten shit. Where's your offer to fix all my problems?"

[Apollymi]

Jason's correction to her sentence hit her ears and she managed to look unamused. He really thought she'd say something like that? He obviously had no idea who she actually was... he was about to find out. Kolin would have opened her mouth to correct him about that statement with words, but before she could offer the kind of resistance she normally would have, this man's knee was pressing into her wound. Yes, it'd receded but the flaw itself was still there. She felt it spreading from the pressure, full of stinging fire, her legs moved as her body tried to shift away from the pressure and she let out another scream. A couple more by the time he asked about her still singing. "Why would I offer me? She's literally here to be a sacrifice for this ship. I only had her brought along for this," she said, still unable to keep such thoughts to herself. Nerys didn't even know what the blonde former queen had planned for her, she'd come along to help... how foolish. Kolin wasn't up for this. She didn't expect to be relegated to punching bag, but here she was. The nerve of him. He acted like she should have offered herself like some common whore, she was queen here, those beneath her were tools, what about this was so hard to understand. Nerys wasn't even useful as a distraction for this man, in this case. This man claimed to be a hero, but here he was, abusing her physically, torturing her mentally and for what? Because she didn't bow out to his stupid wishes? Because she was strong enough even while half-dead to look him in the eye and give him orders. Men truly were disgusting creatures.

His need finally removed she breathed a sigh of relief only to immediately scream again as his knee hit her exposed flaw. Unlike in her diamond form, it wasn't tucked behind anything, it was literally onto of her ribs being pounded repeatedly. It'd already begun to spread again. Further up and up setting her body aflame. Beyond the physical pain of it, he had the nerve to call her an entitled bimbo, like he wasn't the one who was currently torturing her for what she saw clearly in her mind as no reason. He wanted an offer to fix all his problems, it seemed like he was already fixing them by beating her within an inch of her life again. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she spoke, more internal bleeding she could feel as warm pooling beneath her skin. "You want your day fixed and haven't said how..." she coughed out. "I didn't plan to offer myself here at all... obviously you plan to do what you want... I won't resist," was all she had left to say. Obviously, this man would do as he pleased regardless of what she said, but that didn't mean she'd allow him to think for one moment that she was at all willingly part of this. She'd do what was necessary to get where she was going, but she wouldn't enjoy it, nor would she be helpful during it. Hell, she was barely interested in doing anything other than being pleased herself to start with... why the hell did this ship's captain think he'd get more out of her than those who aimed to please and make her happy?

[Bloodedge]

Why would she offer herself? Jason could ask why she thought it wise to offer her servants. There were dozens of men aboard the Argo, and though Jason would not weep for their deaths in the sea of sand, he would never offer them as sacrifice of his own accord. "That's just shitty leadership. Don't worry; we'll take care of her too. That's just the way things work out here in the real world. Leader to leader, though, it's our jobs to take care of each other. That's the Argo way~" he said, seeming rather amused. More pain was in store for Kolin, but her resolve was mightier than any he'd seen before. Oh well... everyone had a breaking point, and he was having an interesting time finding out what Kolin's was. He'd seen flashes already, so perhaps it was time for another push.

She gave in, though not fully. Dignity was not a thing permitted to guests of the Argo─ particularly those who offered no fair trade for the passage they received. "Crew food, or Wyrm food. That's how we treat stowaways here," he explained. "You bring your own payment to get a pass for you and your crew, or you're a stowaway." He would retract his knee again, simultaneously releasing his hold of the woman's neck. In stepping back though, he kicked out at Kolin's fault; a bit more blood from her mouth would paint her face nicely. Afterwards, he would prop himself against the map table at the room's center. An open gesture with both hands was then aimed... at Jason's own crotch, which bulged through the veritable undergarments he used as coverage. "I'm gonna do what I want, but that ain't easy. Dealing with your prissy ass winds me up. C'mon, stowaway. If you're caught stealing a trip, you gotta do what it takes to get where you're trying to go. Maybe earn yourself some more hospitality, and more drink than what's coming out of the hose you're gobblin'. Looks like you need a few swigs again."

[Apollymi]

Of all the things this man had said today, his plucking at her leadership ability was by far the most annoying. He claimed that they should take care of each other as leaders of this group it was the way on his ship. Of course, he'd believe something like that. He thought she should have offered herself, he had no idea how much higher she thought herself above these random people. He called this desert the real world, but Kolin knew better. This land was just lawless... she'd had so much to say about this, but now, she was in pain again. He'd let go of her throat only to aim a swift kick at the fault in her side once more, she cried out. Spitting more blood and nearly fainting from the immediate pain of it. She fell to her knees clutching her side. She wasn't allowed dignity here, but she still had some even as blood dripped from her mouth. He had just said that either one was food for the crew or food for the Wyrms. Those creatures were no joke at at her current level of injury and power, she had no hope of slaying one alone. Hell even with Lot, Leorio and Nerys she might not be able to take more than one down. Whatever. She'd offered Nerys as food for the crew, if that was happening she could take solace in not being the only woman put through the ringer. All those other girls always acted like they were above such acts, but when faced with life and death situations they always caved. She on the other hand... was very different. Whether this was a positive or a negative was an entirely different thing. "I've lived way too many lives and seen far too many things. I have never put some man's cock in my mouth and I don't plan to start now. I agreed to have sex with you... that's not included." That was her stance, even as she clutched her side, even as she writhed and screamed in agony there were things she never intended for herself and that was one of them. Technically speaking looking at the man's package she wouldn't really mind having it inside her. In fact without all the extra violence of this day, she might have even enjoyed it. But right now... the idea of putting her mouth on anything that wasn't actually food was disgusting.

[Bloodedge]

Kolin had such an obvious personality type after a few minutes of conversing, Jason truly believed she would find difficulty in surprising him with anything at this point. He was... quite wrong. As the self-proclaimed queen clutched her wounded side and let blood run down her chin, she refused his most polite offer to take his phallus into her maw. What? Was he hearing her properly? Physically, she was designed with one purpose Jason could think of. The point of her entire being, was to be a sex object. What did that all mean, if any part of her was off-limits? Jason couldn't fathom the idiocy of that claim, nor how she thought she had a say in the matter.

"You've never done what? Wow," he said with a sigh, well and truly shocked by this information. Stepping forward, Jason positioned himself in front of the kneeling Kolin. His foot rose, resting over the hand which held her wound. It was but a simple threat with no applied pressure at the time, but he was more than willing to make his point by force, if necessary. "I wasn't clear enough? That's my fault; heroes shouldn't be so indirect. Listen close." A deep inhale preceded the remainder of his clause. His eyes narrowed, and since only one of his hands was occupied with the vial of Phoenix Tears, he decided the best use for the other was to slap the woman's face with the back of it. Then, and only then, could he speak to her sensibly. "As long as you are on the Argo, you are a fuckhole. You know what fuckholes do? They get a chunky rod in every corner that fits one, and they treat it real nice. Bad fuckholes don't get the sort of happy treatment I've been giving you. If you're gonna be a bad one, you'll have to ask real nice for the good shit."

[Apollymi]

Was Kolin a sex object? The answer was yes. In fact, it could be said that every face, worn by the woman originally known as Kujaku Mai was a sex object, including her original one. Even so, she had standards, and that was what set her apart. She alone in this world was unattainable in certain ways. She alone refused to be treated as trash by men. What happened in sex was meant to please her, not the man in question alone. Why should she do something degrading like making sure a man got to finish, when such a thing would happen regardless of where he stuck his dick in the first place? Why should she have to work extra to make some man happy when all that was going to happen was the same dribbling explosion that always happened? Well, she was about to find out.

Jason stood and lorded over her. As if he was well and truly in charge here. He aimed his foot over her wounded self in that same place he'd continued to nudge throughout their conversation. Her eyes widened, and she softened ever so slightly. Though the pain of this was something that she expected, she still did not really want to feel the fracture of her body in such a way. He came down to the level of her face and spoke in an oddly calm manner. Wasn't that a bit frightening. He managed to be surprised by her admission but then slapped her across the face with the back of his empty hand. Her entire face flew to the side and then she found herself looking back at the man who was now speaking calmly. According to him, this part wasn't her choice. She'd either do it, or get worse treatment. All she had to do was get across this shitty desert... and once she was there nothing about this man would matter anymore. He was definitely on the list of people she would murder now, right beside the other blondes who crossed her. This face was dying regardless, degrading it in this way would mean she'd never take it again. She'd never want to experience being this person who fell to a desert ship captain on her weakest day. There was fury below the surface of Kolin's visage. Nothing she would have done could happen. He wasn't fawning all over her trying to kiss and adore her. He was abusing her physically and mentally, dominating her in every aspect of her life. Even forcing her to cross lines she'd never have crossed of her own accord. He wanted her broken for him... more than she already was, disgusting. Her goals were bigger than this moment, she'd hadn't spent this many human lifetimes trying to get back her status to be felled by one stupid man's short-term desires. She could take solace in knowing she wouldn't be the only one to know this treatment. Everyone woman and slave she ended up with would be worse off than this if she had anything to do with it. No man would ever treat a woman kinder than her in her presence again. Never would she allow such softness to appear again. And how would this go for her now... what did she want to do now? Well obviously appeasing this man would get her a bit farther away from all of this physical tyranny. "Fine." Still she wasn't about to risk more physical damage to her person just because he wasn't sure how much control he needed over this situation... she'd do what he asked, though she wouldn't be happy about it.

[Bloodedge]

'Fine' was the only thing Kolin had to say, after what seemed like an eternity of deliberation. The look on her face wasn't pleasant at all. This woman was far too used to getting her way─ so much so, that even her agreement did not lead to further steps along the proper path. Even though her singular word implied compliance, there was hatred deep within those eyes. Oh, what would he do with such a vindictive target? "Don't 'fine' me," he demanded. Jason had already spoken the facts of life here on the Argo. It wasn't enough that she agreed in the end like the petulant child she was at heart; one must fully submit to the Argo's captain. "I told you, you've been bad. You have to be good now if you wanna be happy. And we... should all be happy here, shouldn't we?"

All things considered, Jason had long since become a bit... crazed. Kolin had the self-inflicted misfortune of waking that segment of the old hero's mentality, and she would suffer for it. All that plotting she did─ none of it meant a thing to him. The simple, mental decision of adding him to her kill list, would only make things worse for her. There was no getting around the whims of the Argonaut while aboard the Argo itself. He could feel the threat to his life, even though it was presently no more than a thought. Inspiration struck him as a result of this, by law of his very existence. Before Kolin did anything further... that inspiration would have to take its course. "Let's be happy now, alright? Beg. Announce what you are, and put it on your name. I want you to swear," he said, essentially demanding an oath from this woman. He was quite sure how this would go when it came about, so he remained prepared to cease any further action to... 'clarify' things once again.

[Apollymi]

Kolin was truly a petulant child at heart. She was used to getting her way, using force and violence to produce the outcomes she wanted in this world. Here and now she was doing nothing but thinking ahead to a future she desired and it had nothing to do with what this man wanted in the moment. A single moment of annoyance and degradation and she'd be free of him. And once free of him, she could end him so as to never have to hear of this moment again. That was how she operated. She had her standards and she'd live them, and if she couldn't live them, she got rid of what was stopping her. All was right in the world, except... when it wasn't. He didn't like her answer, of course. This man had some strange ideas about forcing a particular mindset on people. Doing what he wanted simply wasn't enough for him... the audacity. Of course, Kolin had this same kind of audacity and it was completely lost upon her that she was worse than this man before her.

Still he wanted her to swear on her name to the sentence he'd spoken before. He was exactly the type of person she hated most. "I Kolin, while aboard the Argo, am a happy fuckhole." she said, it was an oath she'd take, for this stupid journey. When it was accepted it would come into being and likely change her own actions, even so it was only this face, she'd already decided she'd never take it again. It didn't matter, he needed only to accept to get this over with. Granted there was no begging in that oath she doubted she wouldn't beg once it took effect. How low.

[Bloodedge]

Ah, the first step was taken. Good. The face of Kolin would be a content and complacent little toy while aboard the Argo, and yet... that tingling in Jason's mind was unaffected by her oath. He'd been around quite a long time, and he'd seen many things in more than a single world. As he said before, he knew Kolin's type; that wasn't so specific to her personality. "That's good, that's good! But..." he interrupted himself, raising a finger while raising a point. "That ain't enough, is it? Now, make another one~"

With his next clause, Jason applied just a bit of pressure to exacerbate Kolin's injury yet again. It wasn't much, but he would apply it until she felt his seriousness through her own body. "I don't care about Kolin, and I don't care about specifically being on the Argo. Swear on your other name─ on your soul. While you're at it, you like offering up all the people who serve you too, right? Go on; throw them in too! On the Argo, off the Argo, any time you and your people are in my presence. C'mon. Willing, begging, dribbling sluts for the great Hero, Jason!" He wouldn't be leaving room for debate. Now that Kolin had given her oath, he anticipated enough complacency to grant his salvation. How this man, who now bore the grin of a jackal, had ever been a legitimate hero... could be considered a mystery to many. Alas, he'd lived a long life. His identity as a Hero would never fade, but he had undoubtedly been twisted by the acquisition of it.

[Apollymi]

Her oath and been sworn and accepted, and now Kolin felt a deep tingling in her loins and beyond that heat building up in her body. Beyond all the pain of this day all she wanted now was to have sex with Jason, as terrible as that was for her psyche at the very least she could enjoy it for the duration. Even the things she didn't normally do. All this was done and he still wanted more?! She supposed he was a hedonist and they always took more than they gave, but what he wanted was beyond ridiculous. If she agreed to such a thing, she'd bind herself and every face she wore to this man's desire. She'd become a slut for him anytime he was in the vicinity. How disgusting? Everyone she worked with as well... he wanted her to swear this... she literally couldn't, except... this oath overrode her madness. The suggestion was greater than her protection against mental manipulation. Besides that she really wanted to have sex with this man right now. Her body was demanding it. She wanted to please him... not just sexually just in anyway he wanted. She wanted to say no, to stop this but her mouth didn't agree with her brain. She was being dominated. "I, Mai Valentine <3," when speaking the last bit that same symbol appeared in her eyes. How terrible, how much was she being locked into this thing she was saying. "And everyone who serves me... is a willing, begging dribbling slut for the Great Hero Jason. Anytime we are near him. I swear on my soul.~"

It was such a happy sound. This lass was absolutely defeated. What was more, anyone attached to her, would have this oath applied to them once they accepted it. Such was the nature of the oath. No matter what face she wore, no matter what she did. If Mai found herself in Jason's presence she'd be reduced to this. She had many regrets in this moment. She should have died. She should have planned better. She should have... brought better security. None of mattered now though, her tongue was hanging out of her mouth, she was so open and ready for Jason. She fought all this time, to lose so much of herself to a single man... she gave up everyone she worked for... everything. For this man so long as he was in her presence. It was well and truly disgusting. And now she couldn't even get revenge against him... because no one who worked for her could attack him.

[Bloodedge]

As if the grin of a jackal could intensify, it did on the face of Jason when he achieved victory. Finally, that annoying sensation in his mind was disappearing. There was a sharp inhale from the man, as if breathing in the air of success itself. "Ahh, yeah. That's the good shit," he said, fully content and removing his foot from Kolin's hand and fault. Bar only a few situations, this could be considered his crowning achievement. That hedonist Jason could freely walk into the city of Dis, and receive the treatment of a god from all its inhabitants─ including its reigning monarch. Life was... good.

Ah, and things were already taking effect. Shortly after binding her soul to him through the world itself, Kolin left her mouth agape with a protruding tongue, as if awaiting insertion. He stepped away from her, though, propping himself against the map table once again. His arms crossed, his brow raised, and he stared down at his new dog. What would he do with this little pet? Well, he'd given an order already, and he was keen to see it taken properly. "Now that the itch is gone, I can relax. Oh─ what was all that shit you said you weren't gonna do again? All this hard work makes a guy forget, y'know?"

[Apollymi]

After giving this oath, it seemed Jason was pleased. This was good. Outwardly and overriding her personal feelings Kolin was also pleased. She'd just sold out everybody who worked for her. No one who was attached to her was safe from Jason. This was the exact kind of servitude she wanted from her followers and now, in a turn of divine karma it was also forced upon her, by her own hubris. And the most upsetting thing was, there was no way for her to get out of it. Short of the death of Jason, there was literally nothing to be done to free herself from this servile nature she'd sworn in this man's presence. Disgusting.

Even as she would have thought this, her body wanted nothing more than to be filled by this man. That waggling tongue of hers, seeming to demand to taste his skin. Disgusting. He moved away from her? Why?! She wanted to please him... she wanted to taste him!? She'd even go on to say this... how very out of character for her. "I said I never had before, but now I want nothing more than for yours to be the first cock I taste!~♥" What a gross sentence. One never spoken by Kolin before this moment on any face she'd ever lived with. And yet, this was what she was reduced to, as she crawled across the floor to meet him. She waited for him like a good dog for him to tell her to do it again, so she could. Why had she ever said no. All the while... there were hearts in her eyes and she had no more fight left in her. How very sad.

[Bloodedge]

The moment Jason's arms unfolded, one hand reached up to scratch his temple. The other, in the meantime, toyed with the open vial of Phoenix Tears. He didn't really care what happened with Kolin now; he'd won. There was no need to be concerned about whatever her power was like when she was without injury, since she'd sworn herself to a very specific form of servitude. Now, that dastardly woman crawled across his map room's floor and begged like an actual hound, yammering about how she wished to taste his cock. Given her inexperience, he doubted letting her do so would even be worth it... though perhaps the overwhelming desire alone would make up the difference in skill. It would be rather interesting to find out, but whatever the case, Jason would be finding a way to enjoy this trip through the desert. "Nothing more, huh? That's funny," he said. "I still ain't hearing any begging. You want the fancy little potion too, don't you? I don't think good fuckholes chuck blood on the cock that's stuffin' 'em." As he spoke, he made sure the vial was in a clear line of sight, placed between Kolin's eyes and his dick. He definitely wasn't going to deal with the fact that her mouth could suddenly spew blood, but... her agony was something that had been amusing him thus far.