Take her pussy

Considering what you just made her witness and what your about to do, you figure it's a very bad idea to put your cock and balls near her mouth and hands, and you've always believed anal should be a completely consensual act, and a game is no reason to throw out your morals, so, your fun will be had in her pussy. Once your naked, your cock seems to pull you directly to Marianne's pussy, however, you climb on the bed and slow yourself slightly. Instead of going straight for it, you lay your throbbing erection across her lips and clit before leaning forward to massage her tits. As her breath quickens, you put your mouth by her ear and whisper, "This should prove to ye I'm not completely heartless," before lightly kissing her neck.

As you continue the stimulation to her body, her nipples erect in your palms, her breasts start pressing into your hands, and her clit is moist. Despite all this, however, her face is tight and she's gritting her teeth, seems she doesn't want to enjoy this, even though her body can't help but love it. Now that you've got her body ready, you thrust backwards, line yourself up, and thrust into her with ****, opening her previously shut eyes wide with a scream. As you pick up the pace, you notice her previously annoyed face is softening, her gritting teeth replaced with a smile and her eyes, though closed again, aren't shut tight. To prove she really has accepted your cock she begins thrusting to match your thrusts, but you do have a reputation to keep, so you slap her ass every couple of thrusts.

As the rhythm continues, you feel her walls tighten around your cock as she lets out one loud moan as she cums, causing your own release. When you come down from the pleasure, you notice that at some point her legs wrapped around you and that she passed out after her orgasm. Once your soft member flops out of her, you notice some blood mixed in with your blend of juices. Deciding to add one last indignity to her degrading, you wipe yourself off with her dress and grab a parchment, ink, and quill. You step out onto the deck, thinking of how to phrase this, and notice the guards.

"Mr. Pete," you order, "prepare Marianne's row boat, no oars, but give her some of her father's rum, I think she's earned it."

"The boat itself is ready Cap'n," he responds, "and the only water we could find after sending out the rest of the crew was bilge water, so we put some rum on the boat instead. We know ye don't let women drink bilge water or grog, so we were hoping for mercy."

"Any other man in the world, I'd keelhaul him, but ye've been a good first mate. No more mercy beggings, just follow the orders, and question me when the supplies don't match me orders. Understood?"

"Aye, sir. Thank you, sir."

"Now, get back to the 'Menthu' and prepare for another battle. Leave me coat and cutlass here."

"Aye, Cap'n," he says as he and the guards get back onto your ship.

Once you've suited back up, you scoop up the sleeping Marianne and put her in the row boat, without dressing her. Finally deciding on the wording, you write on the parchment:

"Marianne, ye was a good fling and ye be a buxom beauty, however I must always take a trophy from me beauties. This time, I be taking yer dress, I needed to clean us off with it anyway, consider it a spare from total indignation, now the world will only know ye've been stripped, not used. Thanks for ye virginity me beauty, the rum should help if ye want to forget yer experience."

You place the note in the boat and cast it out to sea, bidding a fond farewell to Marianne, who once again proved that this system was a weird idea. On the one hand, the fucking felt very real and you feel certain your pants back in the real world have moisture decorating the crotch as proof. On the other, it's a game, but due to the realism, you felt the compulsion to explain your actions to a computer program. In fact you just fucked and degraded a computer program, but knowing this, you're treating it like the real deal and you know you'll probably be thinking about Marianne during your next jerk. You want to say the adrenaline rush you get whenever you play this system is the cause, but something tells you there's more to it than that.

You walk back onto the deck of the "Menthu," trying to put these thoughts behind you, and order the corvus and the anchor to be raised and the sails be opened. You head back into your cabin and lay Marianne's dress in the closet, where the rest of your trophies rest, reminding you of the character you become when you play "Battle on the Seven Seas."

As the wind guides the "Menthu" and the sea gently rocks it, you find yourself lulled to sleep by the calming sounds of the ocean, though the barking of Mr. Pete's voice to your crew makes it difficult. This serenity is broken with time when you hear a banging on the cabin door and Mr. Pete calling out, "Cap'n! Cap'n! We need ye on deck!"